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There has been rapid development over the past few days. Fortune favored me with some coding situations that were rather straightforward in their approach. So straightforward that I hammered through any problem rather than taking a step out of my coding brain tunnels to think through the changes I wanted to implement. I have the feeling that what I made created the results I wanted yet will come to be found regretful when I revisit the sections I improved. If I ever get around to making a big data model overhaul those view level fixes can be wiped clean. That is a somewhat big if.
The Listening History dashboard now outputs some more interesting tidbits about the artist that is entered into the search bar. Subsequent work will bring that link out of the /dash section and somewhere out front. I also have some suspicions that I can get around the one variable limit to the dashboard by doing some routing that will load the variables rather than waiting on user input. I have a hunch this problem would sort itself out if I ever get around to making that big data model overhaul. No, that is not directly related to my problem passing Flask variables over to my Plotly-Dash components. I do think some other opportunity will present itself to better achieve the objective of creating URL links to my dashboards with some values loaded into them.
The other day I gave Rock and Roll High School the movie my full attention. I had heard about it in some VH1 documentary about the history of rock and roll. The Ramones appearing as themselves was the big draw for me. I was not sure just who this movie was made for. Teenage rock fans in 1979? None of the actors looked credibly teenage. It was a time zone bubble of 1950s movie stock characters pressing their 1950s moral outrage about rock ‘n’ roll onto grown adults portraying 1979 teenagers who just want to dance when given the chance. It was peculiar enough for me to enjoy. The sigh of a very tall and gangly Joey Ramone hunched over so he could sing into some girl’s face looked to be the opposite of a teenage daydream.