Cisco Connected World Techology Report

Over the last few years Cisco have produced a report on the changing attitude of people to being permanently connected.

This years report – 2012 Cisco Connected World Technology Report – has just been released. The report is based on two surveys, one looking into the attitudes of Gen Y, and the other looking at the attitude of IT Professionals.

At the heart of this year’s study is the smartphone and the constant connectivity it provides to work, entertainment, shopping, and friends. There are 206 bones in the human body, and the smartphone should be considered the 207th bone for Generation Y. They view smartphones as an appendage to their beings — an indispensable part of their lives, and yet they are concerned about data management and Internet security.

Who knew that 43% of British Gen Y always check there smart-phone as part of their morning ritual alongside brushing there teeth? It wasn’t much of a surprise to me having seen how many of them check their smart phone while stood at the latrine at work! The French are far less bothered about such things with only 29% always checking. It’s interesting that women are significantly more driven to be connected with 85% of them being compulsive checkers; it’s only 63% of men.

There’s a fun visualisation that enables you to calculate your data footprint, I apparently have a highly connected lifestyle. As you might expect there’s also a report highlighting some of the statistics and drawing some conclusions along with the seemingly mandatory set of Infographics including an interactive one showing the results for the different countries that took part.

The world is changing fast, there are a lot of people who don’t realise how fast.

Blessings #190 – Ink

I’m currently sat at my desk in a small study that we are privileged to have at our home.

LindisfarneTo the side of me is a bookcase which is full of books of all shapes and sizes. There are technical books, books about fasting, books of stories, books with new words and books with ancient words.

In front of me there is a magazine full of colourful pictures, it even has a pull-out section with the picture of a huge tree on it. There are men climbing the tree who look like small dolls compared to the enormous trunk.

Next to the magazine is a pile of paper that is demanding my attention, on the top there is a letter from the bank.

On the other side of the magazine is a box with some medication in it, the instructions on the side tell me the safe way to take it. The printing on the silver coating inside tells me what it is.

Behind the magazine at the far edge of the desk is a black cup-shaped receptacle in it are pens of all sorts of shapes, sizes and colours.

I’m expecting that soon a man in a red uniform will pass the window of my study followed soon after by a rattling of the letterbox as he deposits today’s delivery.

All this is made possible by ink.

Next to my laptop is a printer, all I have to do is to click a few times and it will whir into action delivering sheets of words and diagrams.

In my pocket is a wallet which contains a bank note

For thousands of years people have processed different materials from plant, minerals and even animals to enable them to make a lasting mark on a surface. There’s a long list of wonderfully sounding substances; alizarin, indigo, pokeberries, cadmium, cochineal, carmine, sepia, vermillion, saffron and many more.

When I was young I used to hate ink. I’m left handed and being from a culture that writes from left to right that meant my hands were constantly scrubbing the yet to dry marks that I had just made. I remember one particular maths teacher who insisted that everyone use a fountain pen, but he was also a stickler for neatness, I found it impossible to put these two things together. Even though I loved maths, I detested the lessons. It wasn’t until my second year of secondary school that a teacher spent some time with me showing me how to hold my hand in such a way that it didn’t constantly smudge my work.

Lord Byron wrote these words:

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;

Most mornings I take some time to sit with a bible and a notebook. From one I read the dew drops of ancient wisdom passed down through millennia of ink. Into the other I write a portion of that wisdom in my own hand and contribute to it some meagre thoughts of my own. My aim is to change my thinking by taking that ancient and yet wholly relevant wisdom and making it my own. Similar practice will be followed by millions of people around the world today.

Something happens when we write things out, they become solidified. I think that’s what the writer of the Proverbs meant when they said:

Dear friend, do what I tell you;
treasure my careful instructions.
Do what I say and you’ll live well.
My teaching is as precious as your eyesight—guard it!
Write it out on the back of your hands;
etch it on the chambers of your heart
.

Proverbs 7:1-4

WordPress 3.5 Installed

WordPress 3.5 was released today. I’ve updated a couple of the sites that I look after and everything is looking great (apart from one thing, but I’ll get to that). Huge congratulations to the team, it looks like it’s another quick and easy upgrade.

Preston Guild Torchlight ProcessionI’m using a number of the common plug-ins and all seem to be OK so far. These are the ones I’m running across the sites that I’ve updated:

  • Akismet
  • All in One SEO Pack
  • Better WP Security
  • FD Feedburner Plugin
  • Google Analytics for WordPress
  • Google XML Sitemaps
  • Jetpack by WordPress.com
  • WordPress Firewall 2
  • WP Security Scan
  • WP Super Cache

I did have to reconnect JetPack to my Worpdress.com account, but that’s not really an issue.

The one thing that appears to be broken is the new Twenty Twelve theme installation. On both sites it’s reporting that it’s missing its stylesheet:

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Actually, it’s not just the stylesheet that’s missing, the theme directory it’s completely empty. Fortunately the work-around is simple; delete the twentytwelve directory off the server and install the theme through the dashboard interface. Not sure I’m going to use it, but wanted to have a look all the same.

My web detox: Rory Cellan-Jones, BBC

The technology correspondent for the BBC, Rory Cellan-Jones, was challenged to a 24 hour detox from the Internet (interestingly for a series titled Lonely London). It’s a really facinating read from someone who is clearly connected for every waking hour.

How does he start his detox, he announces it on twitter of course:

My web detox

Rory then goes on to describe the highs and lows of being disconnected with some really interesting findings.

Having done this type of thing myself I think that Rory’s conclusion is similar to my own experience:

After a few days back online and sometime for reflection, I have come to a rather different conclusion. I now realise that constant connectivity, while vital for my job, has plenty of negative aspects. It shortens your attention span and could prevent you from having any sense of perspective about what is important and what isn’t. So maybe a web detox is something we should all try from time to time.

How do you think you would cope with a 24 hour detox?

What I blog (and don't)

There’s been a few discussions internally (at my employer) about blogging in the outside world and how to avoid releasing important company intellectual property.

On the path to Maiden MoorMy own approach to this dilemma is as follows:

I avoid talking about things that I am directly working on, I’m never going to talk about a customer project, for instance.

If I’m doing some research to formulate a point of view, for the organisation, I might talk about the reference sources (if they are publicly available) but I’m not going to talk about the research itself. I’m not releasing any secrets if information is already known, and it’s already known if it’s published somewhere on the internet.

If the reference source is available to me in a privileged way I’m not going to even acknowledge its existence, but there are fewer things that are like that these days. Thankfully, we seem to be heading to a more open world.

I feel quite happy to talk about methods of doing things. In talking about Rich Pictures and Concept Mapping I’m talking about methodologies that are, again, publicly known. I’m not going to talk about how I have applied them to a specific customer problem or project though.

I might talk about my personal experience, as I have in the my changing workplace series (which I must get back to), but I’m going to do so in a generic or abstract way. Again, I’m not going to talk about customers or colleagues which is as much about privacy as anything. I am likely to talk about technologies, but that’s because they are publicly known.

There are lots of things that I talk about that aren’t directly linked to my job, and there I make a judgement about whether the subject is near enough to what I do to avoid it, or far enough away for me to talk about it. My recent post, The Light Bulb Conspiracy: A Documentary is a good example of this, I experience the impact of planned obsolescence so I’m interested in it, but it’s not a direct consideration in my work. My post The March of the Freelancers is a bit closer to my work, but I still concluded that it was far enough away and already publicly available so wasn’t an issue.

All of my Because it’s Friday or quote posts are publicly known and rarely relate directly to my work so don’t give me to much to worry about.

There’s also a whole load of posts that you could fit into the title: have you seen this? Here I’m just trying to link the people who read this blog with something interesting. Again, it’s publicly known, I’m just pointing it out, a bit like a guide on a walk pointing out the scenery.

You’ll also notice that I don’t have any form of disclaimer on my site about it being my personal opinion, the reason for this is that I’ve concluded that they don’t make any difference. You’ll also notice that there aren’t any copyright notices, because I’d rather be open, I have considered putting a creative commons notice on just to make it clear where I stand.

I know that others work to different frameworks, but I thought I’d highlight mine.

Blessings #189 – Travelling a New Path

A path can be viewed as being a way of getting from one destination to another, but that would be missing the journey in between.

The path between the two destination has a value all of its own.

Brockholes

I particularly like travelling on paths that I’ve never travelled on before. There are all sorts of routes near our house and I think I’ve journeyed on most of them. I’ve written before about my morning walks; I mix and match these walks around the various paths. As I do this there is a part of me that looking for a new route to take, a new destination to explore.

It’s been a special year in Preston, as part of the celebrations a new path has been created around the city – it’s known as the Guild Wheel. In many places this new route is a joining together of existing paths but in others it’s completely new pathway. One of the paths near to my house has been widened and tarmacked as part of the project.

As life’s routine has changed over recent months I’ve taken to getting my bike out on a Saturday morning. Over recent weeks I’ve really enjoyed dropping down onto the Guild Wheel near my house and going out for an explore. The Guild Wheel is over 20 miles in its totality and I’ve not been sure that I’d be able to complete the whole circuit so I’ve been easing myself in a bit. It makes sense to me, from where I set off, to journey the wheel in a clockwise direction. This means that I quickly drop down into the Brockholes Nature Reserve which is especially beautiful in the morning. When I started off, on a recent Saturday, I hadn’t done it with the intention of travelling the full route, but as I got into Avenham Park in the centre of Preston I was enjoying myself and decided to carry on. Once I had got to Preston Docks it dawned on me that I was already more than half way around so it seemed foolish not to complete the task at hand.

While I was intending to complete a journey I was especially enjoying the discovery of new paths and new places. Having lived in Preston for over 25 years it was wonderful to realise that there were things that I had never seen.

The Gospels in the Bible are full of all sorts of references to Jesus travelling from this place to another place. At one level we could regard them as simple facts that document the destinations that he travelled to, but if you choose to investigate the information that the Gospels are communicating you will realise that they are telling us that Jesus was travelling to all sorts of unusual places for someone of his background and ethnicity. John tells us about Jesus visiting Sychar, a Samaritan village where he met a woman by a well – Jews didn’t travel into Samaria, but Jesus did. Jesus travelled to new and unusual places.

Life itself is a journey, we can choose to walk the same path over and over again, or we can choose to explore new paths, different paths. We can walk or we can journey.

Blessings #188 – Reminiscing

This evening we were watching a video that was recorded in the early 1990’s.

The Forbidden CornerIt was wonderful to see the changing fashions on show.

Did people really where such large glasses?

Lots more ties worn back then, interesting patterns too.

Nice haircut, even nicer moustaches.

There was a scene set in a church, there was someone stood at the front with an overhead projector and acetates. The screen was the size of postage stamp.

The man holding the acetates reminded me of the times that I had the same role. He was stood there like a panther ready to pounce, the last thing you ever wanted to do was to miss a change of verse. At the same time though there was a certain pressure to look like you were worshipping, you were at the front after all.

On a later scene in a different church it was a smartly dressed young girl looking delighted to be taking part. I quite enjoyed being in control of the acetates. There were times when everything seemed to go wrong, but on the whole it was a pleasurable experience. The technology has all changed but I still enjoy serving people in worship.

Reminiscing: Indulge in enjoyable recollection of past events.

Reminiscing is a good type of looking back. There are times in most of our lives that we can look back on that are far from enjoyable recollections. For some people there are unpleasant things in there past that loom so large it makes seeing the enjoyable thing almost impossible. For most of us it’s a mixture of good and not-so-good.

I wonder what the apostles felt as they looked back at their time with Jesus?

In John’s gospel there are a number of times when a phrase similar to "One of the disciples, the one Jesus loved dearly" is used. Is commonly understood that John is trying humbly talk about himself. What a reminiscence to have?

The Observer: 'I feel more fulfilled without the internet'

This weekend The Observer carried a really interesting article from Jake Davis who was banned from using the Internet because of his activities under the banner of “Internet Feds”, “Anonymous” and “LulzSec“.

If you are a reasonably regular visitor to this blog you’ll know that one of the themes that we return to quite regularly is the impact of modern technology on our brains and information addiction.

Jake has been banned from using the Internet and has been away from a keyboard for 12 months. His observations in the article are very interesting for anyone who spends a lot of their time using technology:

I’m often asked: what is life like without the net? It seems strange that humans have evolved and adapted for thousands of years without this simple connectivity, and now we in modern society struggle to comprehend existence without it. In a word, life is serene. I now find myself reading newspapers as though they weren’t ancient scrolls; entering real shops with real money in order to buy real products, and not wishing to Photoshop a cosmic being of unspeakable horror into every possible social situation. Nothing needs to be captioned or made into an elaborate joke to impress a citizenry whose every emotion is represented by a sequence of keystrokes.

It seems clear that Jake’s life was highly immersed in his Internet world and that removing the connection has allowed him to find a more serene place.

He goes on:

For it is our attention spans that have suffered the most. Our lives are compressed into short, advertisement-like bursts or “tweets”. The constant stream of drivel fills page after page, eating away at our creativity. If hashtags were rice grains, do you know how many starving families we could feed? Neither do I – I can’t Google it.

I’ve noticed this effect in my own attitudes and the attitudes of others. My ability to read for long periods has become severely impaired, and I have to make huge efforts to remove all of the distractions from around me if I’m going to focus on one particular thing.

In conclusion Jake says:

I hope, then, that others in a similar situation may decide to take a short break from the web (perhaps just for a week) and see if similar effects are found. It can’t hurt to try.

I try to make my holidays Internet free, but it’s increasingly difficult, it’s a practice I recommend to others, but see an ever-increasing number of people who find the disconnection too much to cope with.

Many years ago we recognised that using a keyboard too much and in the wrong position gave us RSI. In the UK we responded to this by implementing regular assessments of people’s workplace to try to avoid the physical problems. I wonder whether, in the future, we’ll do the same for the impact on our mental state.

My changing workplace – part 7: The late 90's

As the 90’s turned to look towards the new millennium a new wave of change was about to occur.

Lake Districts StreamsI was now employed in an outsourcing company and for the first time nearly all of the IT people and resources worked in the same organisation. Sometimes before you can sort something out you need to put it all together to work out what you have and we had a lot. The desktop environment was varied and getting more fragmented by the month. We couldn’t even agree on the best way of connecting everything together. We were still an engineering organisation at heart and each device was individually engineered for each of the people who were likely to use it. There was a growing conversation about the cost of all of this technology but it hadn’t yet really impacted upon the ways that we worked.

At some point in the later 90’s we were approached by some people from the customer’s Engineering department who were used to buying UNIX workstation, VMS workstations and X-Terminals. They wanted to explore the possibilities of delivering the capabilities that the engineers required in a different way – using PC’s.

(This is where we will get into a social experiment on selective memory. A number of the other people on the team at this time read this blog, I still work with some of them. I wonder if my memory will align with theirs?)

My first memory of this project was being asked to attend on behalf of my boss who was somewhat against the whole idea. There’s was a bit of politics between the site where I was working and the site where this idea had been birthed. I’m not going to say any more than that other than to say that I noticed it again in a meeting recently some 20 years after the people concerned even worked in those locations. I was a bit too naive to recognise it in those days, it would have saved me some hassle if I had, but I might not have had quite so much fun.

The meeting was in yet another portacabin which had the disadvantage of being at the end of a runway that was in use for flight testing. Meetings and phone calls were occasionally interrupted by the noise of jets. It was an interesting working environment, I sometimes wondered whether you could measure the productivity impact of each take-off and landing. I don’t remember everyone in the meeting, but I do remember some of them. There was an external consultant who’d been recruited specifically to run the project from a technical perspective, I found him quite intimidating the first time I met him, it didn’t take long to get beyond that and build a mutual respect. There was a programme manager type who had quite clearly previously been in the armed forces, he had a way of talking that gave his background away. There was another gentleman who I had worked with before and had a lot of respect for his ability to think through issues. There was a gentleman who was the customer and later became a colleague and a friend.

This was the first time I’d worked in this type of team construct with dedicated people to run the project and other people to work through the solution. It was also the first time I’d worked within formal project management techniques. The organisation I now worked for had an extensive methodology framework that would soon become embedded into my day-to-day work.

The project wasn’t going to be run in the portacabin though, it was going to be based on the first floor of a building in the middle of the campus. In some ways this felt like full circle for me because this office was right next door to the one I had started out in. The group was quite small and became a lesson in the power of a small, well focussed, highly skilled team.  Different members of the collective had different skills and the blend was great. Some people were contractors who had some experience in this type of project, some were people I’d known for a while and understood the customer quite well.

The team was also given quite a high level of autonomy. Some decisions were made for us, we didn’t have completely free reign. The outsourcing organisation that I worked for had a preferred desktop management approach using the CA Unicenter toolset and we weren’t going to change that. I’m not sure where the decision to use Windows NT 4.0 and Office 97 were ultimately made, but I do remember there being a whole load of discussions about it.

There were other discussions about what capabilities the engineers required and which applications would be provided to let them do their work. Terminal emulation software capabilities were one that we spent a lot of time on. We also spent a lot of time thinking about file sharing with personal file areas and team file areas. Then there was the domain structure that we would use and the trust hierarchy. This was in the days before Windows used DNS and address resolution was done using WINS; WINS required a whole load more dialogue. Naming standards also needed consideration and designing. Then there was printing, server sizing and location, support processes, alerting, anti-virus, application deployment, remote control, security, peripheral support, imaging, packaging and so on.

We had to design many of these things from first principle, there wasn’t a model we could just pick and replicate, neither was there much best-practice around. Much of todays normal was considered novel then. It was a fabulous place to learn.

Things went so well that people started to ask questions about how relevant the work we were doing was for all of the other people in the business, or for other businesses and customers.

That work paved the way for many more projects and a whole stream of thinking that has been with us ever since (outliving its usefulness in places). But they are stories for another day.

My changing workplace:

Slowly picking up the threads

I’m currently going through an experience that I’m sure many people go through at this time of year.

RibbleheadIt isn’t possible for me, or for many other people, to leave on summer vacation with a clean plate and a clear mind. There are inevitably things that continue on while we are away and there are things that we need to pick back up on our return. These things aren’t just ‘work’ thinks, there are many things outside of my workplace that are also in the same place.

I try not to multi-task anything because I know that I’m very poor at it (I’m also quite sceptical of anyone who tells me that they are). But that doesn’t mean that there aren’t things which are part completed or tasks that follow-on from other tasks left floating in mid-air.

The problem is that sometimes it’s not always easy to pick up where we left off and there are follow-on tasks that we know are there but can’t remember quite what they were. We have lists and write reminders to help us, but they don’t always quite get us there.

One good example of this are the set of blog posts that I’ve been writing on my changing workplace. If you are a follower of these updates you will have noticed that I haven’t written a new one for a couple of weeks. The truth is that I wrote the last post prior to my two week break and scheduled it to be published on the first week of absence with the intention of writing another one on the week of my return. The problem is, I’ve forgotten where I was up to. The thread of thought and the progress along that thread has slipped out of my memory and I now need to go back before I can go forwards.

It doesn’t help that I’m a better starter than I am a finisher. I’d rather pick up a new thread than finish the old one. So sometimes I get part way through a thread and just leave it there.

So apologies that you haven’t seen more meaningful updates from me, they will be coming, but it’s going to take me a little while to get back up to speed.

(I’ve also got some photographs to upload from our holiday, not many this time, but it’s another job I need to get around to)

Blessings #187 – Sunsets

This evening I’m away from home on business.

It was 5:00am when I left the house this morning and I’ve been inside the car and various offices for the last 15 hours. Years of experience have taught me that the best way to get a good night’s sleep in these strange circumstances is to take in some air by going for a walk.

Castle Stalker BayThis evening’s location is Farnham in Surrey. I’ve been here many times before, too many to count. I like it here, it’s a nice place with parks and places to stroll.

After marvelling at the antics of a bunch of young men trying to catch crayfish in the river I headed out of town, past the train station and out of town on Waverley Lane. I was heading east and my attention was taken with the architecture. This area of town contains the type of English housing that is every stereotype of the type of houses we English are supposed to live in. Unfortunately most of us are never going to be able to afford a flat in one of these house let alone the whole house.

Eventually it was time to turn around and head back for something to eat. It was time to head west. My attention was no longer taken by architecture, my gaze was fixed on the majesty and beauty above. The sun was starting to set and the sky had become a picture of yellow, orange, gold, cadmium, copper, brass, pink, purple, scarlet, russet and cerise all set of with a wash of sky-blue.

I watched and walked as a jet crossed the scene, it’s trails illuminated.

It was then that a thought came: "When a man is tired of a sunset, he is tired of life." For those of you who haven’t already realised it’s mostly a quotation from Samuel Johnson who said: "When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life".

If you look through my Flickr photos you’ll find numerous sunsets. I love taking pictures of the sun’s descendence.

Sunsets are fabulous, each one is marvellously unique in its intricacy.

Sunsets mark the end of one thing and the start of another. It’s interesting to note that in a few places in the Bible it was at sunset that people bought sick people to Jesus. This has a similar significance, people come at sunset at the end of the Sabbath because sunset marks the end of the day. They wouldn’t come during the Sabbath because there were limitation on what they could do. I quite like the thought that Jesus was giving people hope through healing under a glorious sunset.

It’s a mystery why I haven’t written a post about the blessing of a sunset before. I listed as one of the things that I have that money can’t buy, but it never occurred to me that it hadn’t been a blessing in its own right. I’ve corrected that now.

Here’s a selection of sunsets I have enjoyed:

Silverdale and Morecombe Bay

Longridge Sunset

The Big One Sunset

Sunset (before the rain)

Castle Stalker Bay

Blessings #186 – Anticipation

A few weeks ago Emily and I got up early on a Saturday morning and headed down to our friend Dave’s house (Sue was away). Waiting for the Olympic TorchThere we met with others and walked around the corner to join the growing crowd. There, on a normally busy crossroads, the police were stopping vehicles from passing through. They couldn’t have passed through anyway, there were too many people.

People lined both sides of the road, sometimes many people deep. Other people were hanging out of upstairs windows or sitting on top of bay windows. There were others who were sat on top of shop fronts.

We found a place for our small party to stand and were eventually joined by others that we knew. We waved at some other people across the road that we knew and joined the general hubbub.

Olympic TorchBeing early on a Saturday morning some people had just put a coat on top of their pyjamas, others looked like they’d already been up for hours. There were people of every generation, older people and families with small children.

Everyone was waiting in anticipation of an arrival at this time and at this place.

We were lining the streets keeping the road clear.

Something was going to be passing by.

Olympic TorchEventually a group of police motorcycle riders came slowly down either side of the road making sure that everyone was off the road. There way of doing this was quite fun as they high-fived all of the children as they drove down.

The motorcycles were followed by police cars and then by various other vehicles.

It was then time for main event.

It was a l lady who was running holding the Olympic torch.

Everyone applauded as she passed by.

Olympic TorchThe lady was moving at quite a pace and passed by in no time at all.

In no time at all people dispersed back from where they had come. We meandered back to Dave’s house for some breakfast chattering about what we had seen.

We’d been there and seen it, this was a once in a lifetime event.

In the Bible there was a similar event, but this was once for all time:

28 After telling this story, Jesus went on toward Jerusalem, walking ahead of his disciples. 29 As he came to the towns of Bethphage and Bethany on the Mount of Olives, he sent two disciples ahead. 30 “Go into that village over there,” he told them. “As you enter it, you will see a young donkey tied there that no one has ever ridden. Untie it and bring it here. 31 If anyone asks, ‘Why are you untying that colt?’ just say, ‘The Lord needs it.’”

32 So they went and found the colt, just as Jesus had said. 33 And sure enough, as they were untying it, the owners asked them, “Why are you untying that colt?”

34 And the disciples simply replied, “The Lord needs it.” 35 So they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their garments over it for him to ride on.

36 As he rode along, the crowds spread out their garments on the road ahead of him. 37 When he reached the place where the road started down the Mount of Olives, all of his followers began to shout and sing as they walked along, praising God for all the wonderful miracles they had seen.

38 “Blessings on the King who comes in the name of the Lord!
Peace in heaven, and glory in highest heaven!”[c]

39 But some of the Pharisees among the crowd said, “Teacher, rebuke your followers for saying things like that!”

40 He replied, “If they kept quiet, the stones along the road would burst into cheers!”

Luke 19