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Navigating an AMD codebase in Sublime Text using Static Analysis and Node.js

This post was featured in Node Weekly #43.

When you have a large JS codebase that uses the AMD module pattern, like we do at BÄ“hance, it becomes tedious to perform certain tasks within your editor. This hurts productivity and adds up to wasted developer time in the long term. Here are some of the problems and possible/existing solutions.

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Learnings from Client-side and Server-side rendering in Backbone.js

In this article, I’ll talk about the high-level technologies and pros and cons to go from a fully client-side to server-side rendered application with a supplementary Backbone.js app on top. This article draws on about a year of experience using both techniques on production apps at YouNow.

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Fruits

Your children are mine
for the eating.
Sliced and bloodied
on bread –
cytoplasmic butter.



By Design

Dedicated to Joel Kemp Sr. (1961 – 2011): Father, Writer, Entrepreneur, and Philanthropist. Rest in peace dad, maybe things can be different on the next side…

Addiction fuels us
giving purpose to our lives
until it takes them.



Braille Translations

Dedicated to Joel Kemp Sr. 1961 – 2011. He was not blind, but a poet. This was his favorite of my pieces. Rest in peace dad. You wrote one hell of a story…

Do not tell me
what the world is like;
for the times
are more beautiful
in the darkness.

No sights of the stuck-up;
I walk chin high
in 1990’s fashion.

No hesitations
or preconceptions -
I eat, drink, and touch
on living lips.

No rushing
the ride -
counting steps
in every breath…



Pyrex

Tell your children
why they were born -
in tubes:
not fallopian
but pyrex.



Childish

Children:
talking about children,
talking about condoms,
and cunnilingus.

Children:
strongly opinionated
with no strong opinions.



An Exploration of the Word

Ugly women in Starbucks
with ugly smiles:
perfectly symmetrical teeth
with perky bones under cheeks.

Ugly children in trains
with ugly innocence:
laughter shattering
brittle outer shells of neighbors.

For I am an ugly man
with an appreciation
for ugly things;
might that be beautiful?



People of New York

Scurrying in directions -
towards death;
I take my walking slow.



The Air is Alive

Steel poles pale
from infection.

The air is alive
with parasites.