PieFed looks so amazing! And it is fantastic how it continues to be developed more all the time.

Though it still lacks numerous features found on Lemmy - e.g. being able to search for users (I tried searching for one of my favorite people to talk to, lvxferre, and many variations such as @[email protected], but piefed.social came up with nothing - it seems to search only within the text fields, and I saw nothing in any of the dropdowns to look for a "user", or a "community", etc.). Likewise I tried to find existing posts in that search bar - e.g. https://lemmy.world/post/21055894 "Lemmy's gaining popularity, so I thought new people should see this." but again could not. Another one is that the frontend UI needs some polish, e.g. on this post I literally cannot see the name of the community (no matter how far I zoom out), only that it begins with "[META] Piefe…" (oh wait no, now I see, at https://ponder.cat/post/326806 - that's the name of the post? but then why is it repeated like that, in tiny font, right next to / above the huge font, and also cut off - wouldn't it make more sense to just stop the list at "[email protected]"? or if it is important enough to add, then not to cut it off?)

Minor issues of polish aside, the USA election season is coming up so... this makes me wonder: can you block users from a given list of instances using PieFed? e.g. if I wanted to block users, and I mean all of communities, posts, comments, even voting if possible - basically I want a defederation action, but will take a user-level block if that is all I can get. People might be able to engender this behavior with keywords, but the key would be to allow things like a discussion of the [email protected] community name, while blocking the users from that instance name - and yet given the above issue of not being able to search for users at all, my guess is that keyword-based blocking would do the exact opposite of that? (cutting out posts that just happen to contain the instance name, while allowing the users free reign so long as their posts do not contain the instance name)

Either way, I do so look forward to the development of this fantastic Lemmy alternative, which nonetheless federates with it plus so much else besides!:-)

He's funny 🤣

Yay a new one, finally! 😃

I'm not sure why they chose the title that they did though.

I don't know how to link to it directly, but I mean the #5 entry in this imgur dump (the preview pic is wrong, it's showing the #1 entry, but you'll know the right one bc of the guy holding the hoop). Some of the others aren't bad either, but definitely check out the hoop one, I'm saying.:-)

(The title you see below mine is the wording chosen by the OP of the full post - I hope I do not cause offense, but I cannot control it showing up here as it is linked.)

>Nature’s first green is gold,

>Her hardest hue to hold.

>Her early leaf’s a flower;

>But only so an hour.

>Then leaf subsides to leaf.

>So Eden sank to grief,

>So dawn goes down to day.

>Nothing gold can stay.

>If you can keep your head when all about you > Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, >If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, >But make allowance for their doubting too; >If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, > Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, >Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, > And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

>If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; > If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; >If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster > And treat those two impostors just the same; >If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken > Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, >Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, > And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

>If you can make one heap of all your winnings > And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, >And lose, and start again at your beginnings > And never breathe a word about your loss; >If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew > To serve your turn long after they are gone, >And so hold on when there is nothing in you > Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

>If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, > Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, >If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, > If all men count with you, but none too much; >If you can fill the unforgiving minute > With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, >Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, > And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

The result may surprise you: about 50/50, based on polls. These people relate their thoughts and experiences and explain why they feel as they do.

> Honestly though, "get on board or STFU" is not a particularly compelling pro-democracy bumper sticker, nor is "meh, what are you going to do?"

> All we want is for someone to keep it 💯 - the percentage, not the age.

I

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer-

Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long

Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is Life is For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.one/post/16476649

> For the good of the republic and to demonstrate new leadership before the election.

Lays out an argument about how to navigate the difficulties ahead, addressing the challenges that would result.