These banks do not exist.
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These banks do not exist.
> ...You’ll be forever tweaking individual lines of code, asking for a .reduce instead of a .map.filter, bikeshedding function names, and so on. At the same time, you’ll miss the opportunity to guide the AI away from architectural dead ends.
I think a good review will often do both, and understand that code happens at the line level and also the structural level. It implies a philosophy of coding that I have seen be incredibly destructive firsthand — committing a bunch of shit that no one on a team understands and no one knows how to reuse.
Thanks for putting this into words — I have also noticed this and felt that product decisions have been shaped by this force of institutional rot.
I imagine the speed difference might not matter so much if you are performing seismic updates across a codebase though.
Truly bleak.
This website should probably start with this. Instead it’s a bunch of like, modern synergy-ese.
Holy shit
But like... why? This article literally does not explain the benefits beyond copying, they are just assumed. I'm not immediately sold on shorter === better, especially when the updated UUIDs are only marginally shorter and you have now introduced the overhead of a translation layer for one of the most basic building blocks in your application.
Kind of similar to the content of this article, I wish people were more upfront with their reasoning. Doing something because "it's rad" is definitely fine by me!
What’s surprising here is that this all sounds like something I — as a software developer — have been through with like 70% of the places I’ve ever done contract work at. The stress of external VC cash, the loose interconnectedness of employees, and the vague indifference towards pulling the plug. These are, to me, cultural artifacts specific to software startups. Why does a media company need to run this way? Software is eating the world, but maybe not in ways that are immediately apparent.
Thinking back on the worst bike I ever owned right now, a jacked up, semi-frontalled cro-mo Bianchi Pista that I bought off a handsome firefighter in the Bronx. This shit had cruiser bars flipped like a reverse bullhorn when I picked it up, crazy. When I locked the cranks on it I could feel the whole frame flex. I seriously was never worried that anything would ever happen to it… as close to a no-lock bike I ever had.
It's great hearing the dreadful output of this infernal contraption named "Suno" and being reminded specifically of this bittersweet time in my youth, but also broadly of how difficult it is to make memorable, sweet music, and how precious that can be.