• NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    what does "highly granular" mean? hibefisfkdk

    bepiis bappas

    nebbllbly

    burbess

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghostin typescript, generate a nextjs page with getServerSideProps and a default exported react component
  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    Note - Juked by a Chicken

    I swear, I almost had a stroke putting the chicken away today.

    I have had way too little sleep, way too little to eat, and stretched myself out way too thin to function.

    Almost twice in the past 48 hours, I nearly fainted from standing up too fast.

    I remember feeling the onset of faintness, bracing myself against a wall or preparing to fall safely in case I couldn't control my landing.

    So when I say I thought I almost died chasing this chicken, I mean it.

    Chasing chickens is an art.

    You have to juke the chickens.

    They'll run circles around tables or go under things you can't go under.

    They'll run under chairs or through bushes, under fences, between your legs. All you can do is limit their escape routes until you're close enough to gently grab them without hurting them.

    It's a mindless game of chess.

    Like chess, the first two moves decide the winner.

    Like chess, the rules have no meaning.

    Like chess, it can take you 30 seconds, or it could take you an hour.

    But a chicken plays chess like a hedge fund manager plays the stock market: mindless gambles with zero calculation.

    Their brains have the exact required caloric intake to function at any level.

    They are min-max machines of stupidity and survival.

    Yesterday, she made no fuss coming inside, but today I could tell it was going to be a struggle. We began with the customary dance of slowly strafing around each other, assessing the layout of the battlefield.

    This was the cease-fire.

    After a few laps around the patio table, I realized this was going to be difficult.

    You grow slower as the hunt drags on. There was no time to waste.

    I began to increase my pace, hone my agility, and juke the chicken.

    I had juked her into a corner: between two plant cages and a reclining patio chair. I was straddling the chair, slowly moving my hands to guard the left and right exit opportunities she had.

    To catch a chicken, you have to think like a chicken.

    And the only way to think like a chicken is to not think at all.

    I rendered my mind a blank slate, regressed to my most basal nature.

    I approached carefully, mindful she could make the bolt at any second, and I wouldn't be able to counter because I was wrapping my arms and legs around this chair.

    I'm closing in, and I get to the point where I know I'm in range.

    She usually surrenders once she knows you're in range. I relax my guard. The hunt is complete.

    But suddenly, I could sense she was not going to freeze.

    In her eyes, I witnessed the very incarnation of the words fight or flight. I saw the gunpowder spark of the starter pistol itself.

    The world came to slow motion. Space collapsed around us, and we became alone together, locked in this singular moment in time for eternities.

    I could see her mind executing quantum-speed processing: solving the single-source shortest path exit, solving the traveling salesmen problem while she was at it.

    I saw her navigate the maze of the bars of the patio chair, my arms, and the plant cages like she was Neo from the Matrix. It was like watching water flow through river rocks, like wind through trees.

    She bolted underneath the patio chair and forced me to nearly about-face to try and meet her.

    As soon as I lurched up, a sharp shock was sent to my nervous system. My vision blacked out for a moment. Those shapes and colors you see when you're rubbing your eyes too much appeared, those strange wavy patterns and avant-garde paintings that flash in your mind when you do. Then, I felt a sharpness, like needles punching through all the veins in my forearms and neck.

    A pain so intense it made me contemplate the pain of death.

    And that was my thought:

    "This is the end."

    "This is how I will die."

    "Out juked by a chicken."

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    create a function that creates a 2d grid of null elements with length equal to rows and inner length equal to columns

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    Conclusion

    There's a lot more required to actually get our search service to use these values and sort the results in the order provided.

    I won't go over all of it, but I do want to tie everything together.

    From the onset, our goal was to take what's in the url bar:

    And get it into our search feature so we can filter and sort on the values.

    First, I will show you the code that generates the sort function our search feature will use:

    It's nice we wrote all those re-usable helper functions! That made the logic for these components much simpler.

    And here is where we put it (mostly, finally) all together:

    Now we can pass our filters and transformResults to our search feature and it will only return pages that match the ids we specified and in the same order as we specified them.

    That's a lot of work just to enable creating ordered lists just via url params, isn't it!

    I think it's worth it though. I enjoyed the process and I have a neat little tool I can leverage as I experiment building the website and its pages. A better solution may present itself, but for now, this is an idiomatic and intuitive way to create saved lists without requiring any data being saved to a server. This is excellent for my usecase: ad-hoc arrangements of data accessible by URL.

    It's possible I'll never use this feature again. However, if it's useful, it may become central to how the application and pages work and the concept may be extended to enable writing even more powerful queries--just with URL query params. 😉

    This method is certainly with its limitations. Browsers are only required to support 2048 characters in a URL, so your lists cap out at a certain length. Additionally, even modest page chains generate a large URL that is not entirely savory to look at. Eventually, I will need to allow users to create custom filters that are saved to the database. But for simpler use cases, I think it does the trick.

    Thank you for tuning in and stay copacetic.

    - Pat

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    To unfurl or provide previews of text content, you can include metadata in your HTML or webpage. Here are some commonly used metadata elements that can help with unfurling and previews:

    1. <meta property="og:title" content="Page Title">: Specifies the title of the page for social media sharing and previews.

    2. <meta property="og:description" content="Page Description">: Provides a short description or summary of the page's content for social media sharing and previews.

    3. <meta property="og:image" content="image_url">: Specifies an image URL representing the page content for social media sharing and previews.

    4. <meta name="description" content="Page Description">: Provides a brief description or summary of the page's content for search engine previews.

    5. <meta name="keywords" content="keyword1, keyword2, keyword3">: Lists relevant keywords related to the page's content for search engine previews.

    6. <meta name="author" content="Author Name">: Specifies the author's name for search engine previews and metadata.

    These metadata elements are part of Open Graph protocol (og) and are widely supported by social media platforms and search engines. Including these metadata elements in your HTML can enhance the unfurling and preview experience when sharing your content on various platforms.

    Additionally, make sure to set appropriate <title> and <body> tags to further improve the unfurling and preview experience.

    Remember that different platforms and services may have specific requirements for unfurling and previews. You can refer to their documentation for more details on the metadata elements they support and the requirements for effective unfurling and previews.

    It's worth noting that unfurling and previews are ultimately dependent on how the platform or application processing the shared URL consumes and displays the metadata provided.

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    Index of short stories:

    • link - The Seventh Wall (also, "The Writer")
    • link - "This is a secured cloud document"
    • link - "photographs" or "the photographer"
  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    Rixfeed Dev Log

    Immutability Helpers

    I wrote some code that allows you to send a message like this to the chat bot:

    And it will apply those updates to the targeted node.

    In this case, we're adding the special-group and public group to the viewers of the node if they are not already added.

    In order to make this work, I wanted to extend a javascript library called immutability-helper

    If you're familiar with React, then you know why an immutability helper would be useful.

    If you aren't, you can read about why immutability-helper is useful using the link I provided above.

    Now, in order to use this libary, you do something like this:

    However, I'm not a big fan of all those curly braces.

    I thought it would be neat to be able to define these change sets using YAML.

    Additionally, I wanted to be able to pass complex functions that take arguments and then apply those changes to the field.

    Immutability helper supports custom functions, but it does not support custom functions which take arguments. Custom functions only support functions which take the current value of the field you are updating.

    In order to enable the behavior I wanted, I had to to write some helper functions that take the arguments defined in your YAML change set and curry them.

    What folows is my solution.

    For the benefit of the reader, I included verbose comments.

    If you don't understand how this code works, that's ok. Neither do I. And I wrote it 3 days ago.

    No coding article would be complete without tests, which you can see here, if you're interested: tests. The tests are worth checking out to at least see how I used the factory functions to create the appropiate mocked functions to enable testing.

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    React/Typescript Code blog

    Today I will be describing how to build a simple, performant React hook for tracking the window size as the user resizes a window. This approach uses requestAnimationFrame which places less burden on your UI thread because it is only called when the UI needs to be redrawn, instead of on every resize event.

    Tracking window size with React hooks

    Here is an example using React hooks and requestAnimationFrame. This also uses pure js without any libraries like lodash,

    Here is a gist showing it in use: Img.tsx with useResize. Alternatively, you can see it in my repo here for more context.

    Some resources on why you should do this instead of debouncing your function:

    Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    this is a secured cloud document

    fiction

    dystopian novel idea / short story / fiction

    centered around The Company

    and a man who works for them who begins to feel that he no longer has a choice that he works for them

    // maybe he is a high ranking person, or simply a very technically prolific or mission critical component. being used to an extent greater than which he knows


    the company had become so entrenched in society


    they had vans everywhere. vans that could bring you things. vans that could take you away.


    they knew where you lived

    when you're not home

    where you are

    what you like

    you've given them a complete profile on everything they need to do to manipulate, control and coerce you.

    the concept of not being able to quit work never occurred to you because it had never occurred to you to quit

    they had crafted the perfect little programmed worker

    not working wasn't in his code


    it's astounding to consider how little we think of freely giving all of our data to a private entity

    no true warranties can be made about the protection and use of that data

    even the data in your "cloud" has security limitations. systems can only become more secure, never "secure". The only secured data is data that does not exist.


    this all is provided the entity with whom you trust your data with is actually trustworthy and not malicious. it assumes that they are competently executing their strict privacy policies in practice. if they aren't, what mechanisms of accountability are in place? And do those mechanisms actually work?

    If the answer is the government, what happens when The Company is the government?


    he noticed the changes slightly at first

    then suddenly, the changes grew more constant and severe

    when he couldnt cash a check

    when the banks all had trouble with their payment systems

    when they disconnected his phone service

    when they interfered in any way possible in his attempts to exit their grid.

    to keep him in such a desperate position

    that his only alternative was doing the exact job The Company had prescribed

    or be stripped of all possessions

    and even then, if he tried to run

    he would be captured

    and if he refused to work

    he would be starved

    and if he refused to live

    he would be tortured


    kept alive artificially

    intubated with feeders down his throat. fitted with catheters and waste trays

    made so miserable to exist that he only truly had one option

    and then

    they reward him

    not only do they lift the shackles

    but they restore his possessions

    no longer programmed by ignorance--

    programmed by fear

  • 11 months ago - link
    by @ghost

    Rixfeed Dev Log

    Summary: React code sample of a rapidly prototyped feature rich tooltip toast.

    This is a very long read. Be warned. I've changed my mind, take me back.

    There is a document somwhere where I detailed how to build this step by step and the motivation behind each design decision. Until I find that document, please use the comments to navigate this article.

    Build a click to copy function

    In this article I will show you how I built a click to copy button. It has the following features:

    • Allows user to click a button to copy text content to clipboard
    • On successfully copying text, displays temporary tooltip notification to indicate copy was successful
    • After 2 seconds, tooltip popup gracefully fades away over a 1.5 fade out animation
    • If the user scrolls while the popup is active, it will fade away
    • If the user clicks anywhere while the popup is active, it will fade away
    • Handles the nightmare of combining useEffects, setTimeouts, and addEventListener to achieve these effects

    Example usage:

    Thank you for coming to my TED talk.


    tags: react

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    what the frick is up _patryc

    markdown is fun

    >> hehehe

    I forget how to use markdown

    • poopoo

    • peepee

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    Short coding exercise

    Complete the utility type P

    Solution

    tags: coding exercise typescript tutor programming question quiz homework study learning

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

    the seventh wall

    a short story by patrick michaelsen

    whenever you do a line of coke, it makes sense to smoke a little weed to take the edge off

    of course, weed makes you paranoid, so you should take a glass of whiskey to dull the senses

    a bit of coffee to pick you up and relax you. don't want to blow through all the coke in one sitting. spread it out. ride the waves of energy. conceal the lows with other substances

    a perfected process


    i spent all day doing coke and coffee and none of it actually working

    so much for productivity. i wasn't productive, but on the bright side, i felt i was on the constant verge of it the entire time


    a knock at the door


    "hello???" he bellows without leaving his desk

    "hi" a faint voice on the other side

    he approaches the door and opens it

    on the other side of the security screen stands a small young man holding a clipboard next to his chest

    in his open bathrobe and yellow-tinted sunglasses, the man gives his visitor an empty stare

    "hello sir--"

    "what do you want?"

    "well, sir--"

    "do you need me to sign anything? what's your pitch?"

    "well we're just going around the neighborhood--"

    "are you a solicitor? get lost. i'm busy"

    he walks back from his door, towards his post. his writing station

    the young man, a lost cause pitched against a lost cause, keeps on with the smarmery

    what is it that you do?

    i'm a writer

    what do you write?

    he approaches rapidly

    what do you do?

    ... what do i?... do?

    yeah, outside of work.

    passions, hobbies?

    school

    what do you study?

    accounting

    well, everyone's passionate about something

    the poet walks away as the salesman continues his pitch

    "can't you see i'm busy?" he barks

    halfway back to his post, he abouts face. he faces the man still silhouetted in his security screen door

    "hey! you're trespassing!"

    "sir i just--"

    "i want you off my property!" he raises a finger and steps forward

    they stand about 30' away from each other but it's close enough

    this was just a bit too unhinged for the young man

    this was not worth $12.50/hr

    // the line above is narrated, not spoken



    the salesman turns away from the security door and heads across the porch



    "$12.50 an hour? is that what they make these days?" says the writer to himself, out loud



    he watches through the blinds as the man walks down the driveway

    he enters a nondescript van

    (beat)

    "cia?" he asks himself

    he clambers back to his computer

    on his machine, he types:

    the cia knock at his door

    he stops. he types again

    "this is it. this is the moment" he thinks

    he pauses again. he gets up. we hear the toilet flush. he returns to his post.


    he gets up again

    "this establishes the uncertain and startling nature of this characters life and mentality. he is on constant alert. his mind must fire on all cylinders. he must embrace his madness. but soon, madness follows him"

    "good, that's good"

    he weaves back to his desk. his legs bent too low, his arms splicing the air like a... like a... jagged desert tree..

    // or plant, or palo verde, or lightning bolt of energy, or

    his hands spiral and his fingers twirl

    he arrives at his destination

    "you're editing", he tells himself "don't edit"

    // or maybe he doesn't

    he types

    of course, it wasn't the cia that came, it was simply a man selling solar

    another knock

    he checks his phone security camera

    its ok, he's expecting him


    "hello" he says, with a reverent sheepishness yet resolute in his message. "hello" he said. it was firm, respectable, but not aggressive. they were equals. but he knew he had one leg to stand on, and josh had two.

    he had to show submission, show his regret. but dominant, affirmed in his actions.


    CUT TO

    INT. TABLE - DAY

    // a tea kettle is boiling in the background. the writer prepares a french press. he pours coffee beans into the grinder. grinds them. fills the press with grounds. walks over with two empty cups. he places one in front of josh, and sits down

    the two sit across from each other

    the writer starts

    "how are you doing?"

    well and yourself

    keeping busy, as you know. i wish we could have met under better circumstances

    yeah, yeah, but it is what is is


    we see the men rummaging around in a back house

    well, we can't see them, only hear them and the clamoring of furniture and objects

    // envision a scene from a wes anderson film. fantastic mr. fox meets fear and loathing in las vegas


    the trunk of a car is slammed shut

    two hands shake

    "thank you"

    "hey, no worries, i just want to keep the peace"

    "i wish it were under better circumstances"

    "right. sure."

    the car drives away. the writer is left standing in the middle of street, watching him drive away.


    the writer is at his post

    the car drives away,

    he typed

    suddenly, a knock

    this time. there's no one there.

    not that he can see.

    he sits down

    he types

    the writer is left standing...

    he pauses. he looks from one side to another, without moving his head. right to left. he enters stealth mode. he enters high alert. his senses were primed.

    someone. was in the house.



    ACT II



    the thing about searching a house for a person is

    there's a lot more places for a person to hide than you realize

    and you have to search it fast because they could move from room to room

    that means if you're searching your own home, by yourself

    you have to check under every bed, in every closet, in every row of coats in your closet (because just a quick glance won't do, one has to be scrupulous), every sofa, every corner behind the door, every shower curtain, the garage, the cupboards, hell, even the ceiling.

    in a matter of minutes!

    they could be in the hvac closet. they could be here to kill you, right now!

    simply open this door and bam!

    they're not behind this door, but perhaps the one by the water heater?


    there's a moment where you realize you have enough enemies

    to ever leave the door unlocked


    you're relaxing in the evening

    time to unwind with a nice bath

    you slip into the tub

    hot water streaming down from above

    when suddenly you remember

    you didn't lock the front door


    that would be fine. except this was a day your enemy's had already paid you a visit. had an opportunity to scope you out. play it nice. play it "no hard feelings"

    and then you receive ominously threatening messages afterwards

    of all the days, this would be the day to play it safe

    but then again, this had become so normal to you, that you might as well leave it open

    and see how it plays out


    they might be here to beat you

    it doesn't worry you

    until you remember leon

    suddenly you leap up

    no fucking way am i letting that happen

    half naked in a towel waist wrap, you slowly get up and wait patiently for sounds outside the bathroom door

    hearing nothing of suspicion, you grab your glasses from the counter

    you don't put them on yet; too much steam

    you brace yourself to arm them the moment you open the door and the fog dissipates

    not a moment in the battle of war could be without sight


    you can't leave a door unlocked when you have as many enemies as i have


    you take a shower but you can hardly enjoy it


    you re-enter the bathroom

    content, more or less, you had fulfilled your obligated effort required to absolve yourself from regret, you sleek gently back into your shower

    safe, at last

    you realize, you didn't lock the door

    but you're being paranoid

    // the watch on the counter shows 2:31am

    not narrated: suddenly someone bust through the door with a bat and the character wakes up. he had fell asleep in the bath.


    i don't ever lose sleep on the things i did to other people

    but i lose sleep over what they might do back


    you can't leave a door unlocked when you have as many enemies as i have



    ACT III



    "that's good" he nods

    as we see on his screen the words that were just narrated.

    // he begins typing the final monologue, as we hear it narrated to us. actions below will be seen simultaneously


    CUT TO

    INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

    a hand turns on a bathtub spout

    he undresses

    he throws his watch onto the counter

    2:05am

    as the bath draws, he prepares a few lines

    just a night-cap

    if you don't manage your drug habit effectively, it can go unmanaged for a long time

    an unmanaged drub habit becomes unmanageable

    an unmanageable drug habit only ends one way

    // we see him getting ready for bed. but we also see him typing. the two moments unfold, interleaved, as he writes the following monologue:


    it's almost like we choose our own destiny

    he dons a robe. the bath water is still drawing. we see him cleaning up, putting away the untouched coffee cups. dumping the unused boiled water. he continues chores until he prepares a bath. even better, he should finish making the coffee but never actually serve it. that way we can have a long awkward silence as he prepares the coffee

    // these moments are interleaved this with moments from earlier in the story

    we write our own story

    not necessarily the characters

    but the outcome, we do write

    certainly, the outcome is one of your design

    one of your machinations

    the fate you chose.

    your pen is your actions

    your story is yours

    what are you writing?

    what ending will you choose?

    and if you had to pick one book

    only one book to read

    for the rest of your life

    would you pick the one you wrote?

    or someone else's



    he throws his watch on the counter

    2:30 am

    he drops his towel. he places one leg into the bath

    // typing:

    the fourth wall is when the fiction acknowledges it was written

    he slips into the bath.

    the fifth wall is when the fiction acknowledges it was written by you

    and closes his eyes.

    the sixth wall is acknowledging you are the fiction

    and breaths out

    KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

    CUT FROM BLACK

    he wakes up. his eyes move right to left. high alert. slow motion.

    the seventh

    the water moves slowly.

    the sound of the water is slowed

    we can hear his breathing.

    is meeting your writer

    we see him type:

    CUT TO BLACK.

  • NaN years ago - link
    by @ghost

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    tags: rixfeed dev log