After a meltdown that had me calling city police to have my First Amendment rights restored, the manager of the assisted living facility where I'm living spoke about a friend who might be able to help me through my loose ends.
As you're probably sick and tired of hearing by now, I've been having issues turning the page « https://chinisa-innukshopa1.w3spaces.com/feedback.html » in my website from a mere mockup to a real working contact page. While composing an E-mail to her, I was able to itemise what I had and get a better grasp of what I need.
/*Names of files—one string apiece for me, myself and I*/
var myRoot = "https://chinisa-innukshopa1.w3spaces.com"; //so you know everything I'm shooting for is mine
var rdURL = myRoot + "/oldlist.txt", wrURL = myRoot + "/newlist.txt"
var rdText, wrText; //both may well contain encrypted text in the end
var rdHTTP = new XMLHttpRequest()
rdHTTP.onload = function() { rdText = this.responseText }
rdHTTP.open("GET", rdURL, true); //although I won't refuse "POST"
rdHTTP.send();
/*Now I can Good-Doctor up the data in ‹rdText› (some five-and-dime decryption maybe)*/
/*As soon as ‹rdText› is usable, I use the form-field data to insert a second report, thus creating ‹wrText›*/
Since (as can be seen from the above draft) my older and newer files are within the same account, any corruption of the system is almost certainly a mistake on the part of the coder; therefore coders who "keep their friends close and their enemnes closer" can enjoy quite more assurance of system integrity.
The last crucial ingredient to this strategy, however, is to allow the coder both to read from and to write to their share of the server, such writing perhaps effected via the write counterparts «var wrHTTP = new XMLHttpRequest()» and some form of «wrHTTP.open("PUT", wrUrl, true)». Of course, this stage will involve sending the (possibly encrypted) text stored in ‹wrText› in the PUT stream to the server. This, unfortunately, is the weak link in the chain. Since there seems to be no way both to read and write, even if I confine myself to MY assigned share of the server (as anyone with a conscience would), I am not only cheated of the ability to update my own files, but the respondents to the contact form are defrauded of their free-speech rights as well, and their cries of Nothing About Us Without Us given the middle finger. There are already too many elements who treat the autism community like dog turds—why should I permit cyberspace to turn me into one more?
“But let justice run down as a waterfall, and righteousness like an uncontrollable river (cf. JT:Amos 5.24)." Whatever help or advice you can offer to help me surmount the final hurdle will be deeply appreciated.
God bless you
God bless America
God bless the autism
community
God richly reward all
who seek to better
society
STEPHEN DAVIS
Team Chinisa Innukshopa