A small tool to view real-world ActivityPub objects as JSON! Enter a URL
or username from Mastodon or a similar service below, and we'll send a
request with
the right
Accept
header
to the server to view the underlying object.
{
"@context": "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams",
"type": "OrderedCollectionPage",
"orderedItems": [
{
"type": "Create",
"actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101",
"object": {
"type": "Note",
"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101/entities/urn:activity:808735590497951744",
"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101",
"content": "There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, <br />The earth, and every common sight, <br />To me did seem <br />Apparelled in celestial light, <br />The glory and the freshness of a dream. <br />It is not now as it hath been of yore;<br />Turn wheresoe'er I may, <br />By night or day. <br />The things which I have seen I now can see no more. <br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />Caspar David Friedrich - Wanderer above the Sea of Fog<br />",
"to": [
"https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public"
],
"cc": [
"https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101/followers"
],
"tag": [],
"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/808735590497951744",
"published": "2018-02-09T16:26:30+00:00",
"source": {
"content": "There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, \nThe earth, and every common sight, \nTo me did seem \nApparelled in celestial light, \nThe glory and the freshness of a dream. \nIt is not now as it hath been of yore;\nTurn wheresoe'er I may, \nBy night or day. \nThe things which I have seen I now can see no more. \nWilliam Wordsworth\n\nCaspar David Friedrich - Wanderer above the Sea of Fog\n",
"mediaType": "text/plain"
}
},
"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101/entities/urn:activity:808735590497951744/activity"
},
{
"type": "Create",
"actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101",
"object": {
"type": "Note",
"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101/entities/urn:activity:806250589418827776",
"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101",
"content": "‘What now?’ Gregor asked himself and looked around him in the darkness. He soon made the discovery that he could no longer move at all. He was not surprised at that. On the contrary, it struck him as unnatural that he had really been able up to this point to move around with these thin little legs. Besides he felt relatively content. True, he had pains throughout his entire body, but it seemed to him that they were gradually becoming weaker and weaker and would finally go away completely. The rotten apple in his back and the inflamed surrounding area, entirely covered with white dust, he hardly noticed. He remembered his family with deep feeling and love. In this business, his own thought that he had to disappear was, if possible, even more decisive than his sister’s. He remained in this state of empty and peaceful reflection until the tower clock struck three o’clock in the morning. From the window he witnessed the beginning of the general dawning outside. Then without willing it, his head sank all the way down, and from his nostrils flowed out weakly out his last breath.<br />Franz Kafka - The Metamorphosis<br /><br />David Lynch - The Elephant Man<br />",
"to": [
"https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public"
],
"cc": [
"https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101/followers"
],
"tag": [],
"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/806250589418827776",
"published": "2018-02-02T19:51:59+00:00",
"source": {
"content": "‘What now?’ Gregor asked himself and looked around him in the darkness. He soon made the discovery that he could no longer move at all. He was not surprised at that. On the contrary, it struck him as unnatural that he had really been able up to this point to move around with these thin little legs. Besides he felt relatively content. True, he had pains throughout his entire body, but it seemed to him that they were gradually becoming weaker and weaker and would finally go away completely. The rotten apple in his back and the inflamed surrounding area, entirely covered with white dust, he hardly noticed. He remembered his family with deep feeling and love. In this business, his own thought that he had to disappear was, if possible, even more decisive than his sister’s. He remained in this state of empty and peaceful reflection until the tower clock struck three o’clock in the morning. From the window he witnessed the beginning of the general dawning outside. Then without willing it, his head sank all the way down, and from his nostrils flowed out weakly out his last breath.\nFranz Kafka - The Metamorphosis\n\nDavid Lynch - The Elephant Man\n",
"mediaType": "text/plain"
}
},
"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101/entities/urn:activity:806250589418827776/activity"
}
],
"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101/outbox",
"partOf": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/750768251054596101/outboxoutbox"
}