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Dreamed a Dream
The other night, I had a terrible nightmare. The bell rang. Two international software gurus stood at the doorstep (no wait, it gets even scarier than that). They asked me if I wanted to be a jury member. The thing was, they told me, everybody felt that it was high time for a new breakthrough in programming languages. Years and years the same, there was a clear lack of pezaz in the industry. So somebody had launched the idea of a talent competition, in the style of American Idol, the X Factor and Britain‘s Got Talent, in which programming languages had the chance to present themselves. It sounded good to me and I had nothing much better to do anyway. I cancelled the few boardroom meetings I had that day and went along with the software gurus. At the studio, I found that Paula Abdul was a jury member as well. To me, this was just another confirmation of the incredible, multiple talents this lady has.
We endured waves and waves of auditions. There were many cool dudes and dudettes with low-hanging jeans, tattoos and in general a surfing look & feel. We saw Python, PHP and the very hip duo Ruby and Rails. Also, there was the 12-year old teenage star Go: despite her age and lack of experience already in the priceless possession of an arrogant attitude. Smart beats, excellent copy work, but a bit empty: we saw many like that passing by.
Then, a grumpy guy entered the stage. He looked at us contemptuously from behind his glasses, as if he felt that it was nonsense having to do this audition. Sighing, he unpacked an impressive number of instruments. He started to set up his gear. Lots of stuff had to be tuned, configured and connected. A complex task, that much was clear. Every now and then, we got a disdainful look. We were amateurs, and he wanted us to realise this. After 15 minutes, still no note was produced. The jury president was already sound asleep but suddenly woke up and sounded the horn. Time was up. Java shrugged his shoulders, like he couldn’t care less. He left the podium, shaking his head.
Later on, an almost similar incident happened with C#. Never mind that.
A lot of improvising was going on. There were the cousins Visual Basic, ASP and Javascript, each with quite frivolous acts. Talent they had, I will admit that. Also, they had a very good feeling for what pleased the crowd. If necessary, they would completely change their performance half way, if that gave more applause. Without hesitation, Javascript jumped in the arms of miss Abdul to deliver a crazy trumpet solo. She had to giggle (which I thought was very charming). All sorts of things went wrong during the performances and nothing much seemed to be rehearsed. But the audience wrecked the place and there were some standing ovations.
Then there were the 4GL exotics. Inconceivable inventors that seemed to have spent years at home – in complete isolation – to create their act. And many local programming contests they had won indeed with their powerful, generating tools. But everybody was performing in his own, self-invented language that nobody else understood. “Nice for in the country side” miss Abdul mumbled “but this just won’t cut it in the big city”. Well, she ought to know.
We saw many other auditions. There was this arty girl from the Bay Area named Flash who delivered a stunning, avant-garde performance in a very fancy dress. But rumour had it that the biggest music publisher in the world had stopped supporting her. And there was the magic mystery act of Apex. Claiming that all her instruments were ‘high in the sky’ she somehow managed to produce the sound of a full band with nothing on stage. Several people in the audience suspected fraud and demanded disqualification.
Just before the end, an older man with greyish hair came on the podium. Muffled chuckling could be heard. The jury member asked him what he did for a living. “I am an assistant clerk for already 45 years” he declared proudly. Somebody in the audience burst out in hysterical, uncontrolled laughter. Then Cobol started to sing: a complex, beautiful aria, delivered slowly but surely in the most flawless way. Impressive, although some people openly doubted the ‘X factor’ of this amiable gentleman.
Now it was time to judge. It was a mess and I will not bother you with the details. In the end, it was a tie and I had to make the final decision. There was shouting from everywhere. I was sweating all over. "Don't worry" miss Abdul whispered in my ear “nobody is watching this nonsense anyway”.
I woke up, screaming. The bell rang. Two international software gurus stood at the doorstep. A recursive dream. All I needed.
This week published on Capgemini's CTO blog
We endured waves and waves of auditions. There were many cool dudes and dudettes with low-hanging jeans, tattoos and in general a surfing look & feel. We saw Python, PHP and the very hip duo Ruby and Rails. Also, there was the 12-year old teenage star Go: despite her age and lack of experience already in the priceless possession of an arrogant attitude. Smart beats, excellent copy work, but a bit empty: we saw many like that passing by.
Then, a grumpy guy entered the stage. He looked at us contemptuously from behind his glasses, as if he felt that it was nonsense having to do this audition. Sighing, he unpacked an impressive number of instruments. He started to set up his gear. Lots of stuff had to be tuned, configured and connected. A complex task, that much was clear. Every now and then, we got a disdainful look. We were amateurs, and he wanted us to realise this. After 15 minutes, still no note was produced. The jury president was already sound asleep but suddenly woke up and sounded the horn. Time was up. Java shrugged his shoulders, like he couldn’t care less. He left the podium, shaking his head.
Later on, an almost similar incident happened with C#. Never mind that.
A lot of improvising was going on. There were the cousins Visual Basic, ASP and Javascript, each with quite frivolous acts. Talent they had, I will admit that. Also, they had a very good feeling for what pleased the crowd. If necessary, they would completely change their performance half way, if that gave more applause. Without hesitation, Javascript jumped in the arms of miss Abdul to deliver a crazy trumpet solo. She had to giggle (which I thought was very charming). All sorts of things went wrong during the performances and nothing much seemed to be rehearsed. But the audience wrecked the place and there were some standing ovations.
Then there were the 4GL exotics. Inconceivable inventors that seemed to have spent years at home – in complete isolation – to create their act. And many local programming contests they had won indeed with their powerful, generating tools. But everybody was performing in his own, self-invented language that nobody else understood. “Nice for in the country side” miss Abdul mumbled “but this just won’t cut it in the big city”. Well, she ought to know.
We saw many other auditions. There was this arty girl from the Bay Area named Flash who delivered a stunning, avant-garde performance in a very fancy dress. But rumour had it that the biggest music publisher in the world had stopped supporting her. And there was the magic mystery act of Apex. Claiming that all her instruments were ‘high in the sky’ she somehow managed to produce the sound of a full band with nothing on stage. Several people in the audience suspected fraud and demanded disqualification.
Just before the end, an older man with greyish hair came on the podium. Muffled chuckling could be heard. The jury member asked him what he did for a living. “I am an assistant clerk for already 45 years” he declared proudly. Somebody in the audience burst out in hysterical, uncontrolled laughter. Then Cobol started to sing: a complex, beautiful aria, delivered slowly but surely in the most flawless way. Impressive, although some people openly doubted the ‘X factor’ of this amiable gentleman.
Now it was time to judge. It was a mess and I will not bother you with the details. In the end, it was a tie and I had to make the final decision. There was shouting from everywhere. I was sweating all over. "Don't worry" miss Abdul whispered in my ear “nobody is watching this nonsense anyway”.
I woke up, screaming. The bell rang. Two international software gurus stood at the doorstep. A recursive dream. All I needed.
This week published on Capgemini's CTO blog
Businesspreventie
Businesspreventie. Echt zo’n modieus, hysterisch adviesthemaatje waar iedereen een mening over heeft. De bladen staan vol met vrijblijvend gekwetter over het hoe en wat. Maar probeer het eens over concrete stappen te hebben. Dan stroomt het plein om je spontaan leeg. Ik prijs me daarom gelukkig te kunnen praten met een projectleider die in de praktijk met businesspreventie bezig is.
We spreken af in de lobby van een grote organisatie. Daar is net de eerste stap van een ingrijpende transformatie afgerond. “Niemand houdt van verandering” bezweert de projectleider. Zijn blik dwaalt af naar de uitgang, waar hij net in een straf tempo 3 sigaretten heeft weggewerkt. “Maar in deze tijden kon niemand er meer omheen. De organisatie was hopeloos versplinterd. Ontelbare afdelingen, allemaal vol goede wil op hun eigen gebiedje gericht. Totaal blind voor de omgeving. Vaak realiseerden de mensen zich niet eens dat ze ook met businesspreventie bezig waren. Laat staan dat ze de krachten bundelden”.
Hij geeft me wat voorbeelden. “Neem Juridische Zaken. Daar zijn ze hier nota bene tegelijkertijd aan de vraag- en aanbodzijde met businesspreventie aan de gang. Met het 100% willen doorgronden van alle juridische eventualiteiten kun je elke offerte naar de klant met maanden blokkeren. Of zelfs helemaal afblazen. En op dezelfde manier kun je toeleveranciers zodanig de duimschroeven aandraaien dat niemand meer zaken met je durft te doen”. Hij mijmert even weg. “En dan heb ik het nog niet eens over patenten gehad. Een fascinerende wereld waarin complete afdelingen elkaar bezig houden zonder een cent omzet te creëren”.
Dan gaat hij rechtop zitten. “Maar ik dwaal af. Je kunt je nauwelijks voorstellen dat er niet met Risk Management werd samengewerkt: toch lui die van wanten weten als het gaat over het de kop indrukken van ondernemingszin. En toch waren het aparte eilandjes. Inkoop: hetzelfde laken een pak. Moet je zien hoe consistent daar met vinkjes op checklijstjes naar de laagste prijs wordt gezocht zonder enig gevoel voor de eisen van de bedrijfsvoering. Ik zeg, daar worden elke dag weer kostbare meters afgelegd in de richting van meer businesspreventie. Maar denk je dat er ook maar één best practice wordt uitgewisseld?”
Hij vertelt me dat de lijst nog veel groter is. “Heb je wel eens goed op de IT-afdeling rondgekeken? Man man, daar wordt de businesspreventie letterlijk bedreven. Security-experts die het bedrijf willen isoleren van de buitenwereld. Architecten met hun tergend trage, introspectieve theorietjes. Onwrikbare beheerders met hun dichtgespijkerde SLA’s. Een zee vol onaangeboord talent, zonder meer”.
Ons gesprek is voorbij. “We hebben al die afdelingen nu bij elkaar gebracht, in één groot Businesspreventie Shared Service Centre” besluit de projectleider. “Als je ziet wat dat in korte tijd al heeft opgeleverd aan inzicht en herkenning, dat geeft een onvergelijkbare energie”.
Hij geeft me een hand en is dan onderweg naar de uitgang. De sigaret trilt al in zijn mond.
We spreken af in de lobby van een grote organisatie. Daar is net de eerste stap van een ingrijpende transformatie afgerond. “Niemand houdt van verandering” bezweert de projectleider. Zijn blik dwaalt af naar de uitgang, waar hij net in een straf tempo 3 sigaretten heeft weggewerkt. “Maar in deze tijden kon niemand er meer omheen. De organisatie was hopeloos versplinterd. Ontelbare afdelingen, allemaal vol goede wil op hun eigen gebiedje gericht. Totaal blind voor de omgeving. Vaak realiseerden de mensen zich niet eens dat ze ook met businesspreventie bezig waren. Laat staan dat ze de krachten bundelden”.
Hij geeft me wat voorbeelden. “Neem Juridische Zaken. Daar zijn ze hier nota bene tegelijkertijd aan de vraag- en aanbodzijde met businesspreventie aan de gang. Met het 100% willen doorgronden van alle juridische eventualiteiten kun je elke offerte naar de klant met maanden blokkeren. Of zelfs helemaal afblazen. En op dezelfde manier kun je toeleveranciers zodanig de duimschroeven aandraaien dat niemand meer zaken met je durft te doen”. Hij mijmert even weg. “En dan heb ik het nog niet eens over patenten gehad. Een fascinerende wereld waarin complete afdelingen elkaar bezig houden zonder een cent omzet te creëren”.
Dan gaat hij rechtop zitten. “Maar ik dwaal af. Je kunt je nauwelijks voorstellen dat er niet met Risk Management werd samengewerkt: toch lui die van wanten weten als het gaat over het de kop indrukken van ondernemingszin. En toch waren het aparte eilandjes. Inkoop: hetzelfde laken een pak. Moet je zien hoe consistent daar met vinkjes op checklijstjes naar de laagste prijs wordt gezocht zonder enig gevoel voor de eisen van de bedrijfsvoering. Ik zeg, daar worden elke dag weer kostbare meters afgelegd in de richting van meer businesspreventie. Maar denk je dat er ook maar één best practice wordt uitgewisseld?”
Hij vertelt me dat de lijst nog veel groter is. “Heb je wel eens goed op de IT-afdeling rondgekeken? Man man, daar wordt de businesspreventie letterlijk bedreven. Security-experts die het bedrijf willen isoleren van de buitenwereld. Architecten met hun tergend trage, introspectieve theorietjes. Onwrikbare beheerders met hun dichtgespijkerde SLA’s. Een zee vol onaangeboord talent, zonder meer”.
Ons gesprek is voorbij. “We hebben al die afdelingen nu bij elkaar gebracht, in één groot Businesspreventie Shared Service Centre” besluit de projectleider. “Als je ziet wat dat in korte tijd al heeft opgeleverd aan inzicht en herkenning, dat geeft een onvergelijkbare energie”.
Hij geeft me een hand en is dan onderweg naar de uitgang. De sigaret trilt al in zijn mond.
vrijdag, februari 26, 2010
Kill Your Idols: not yet.
A real pity. Next week's Microsoft CTO event is cancelled, so I wil not be able to deliver my speech. This was the abstract:
"Kill your Idols - 7 ways to get rid of unnecessary software"
Every architect and CTO knows it: the biggest challenge nowadays in application portfolio management is not anymore to be innovative in identifying new solutions. Instead, it is in getting rid of the old solutions that prevent you from getting there. Dealing with a sprawled application landscape is a matter of rigid simplification and rationalization. And this is just as much about psychology, anthropology - and even psychiatry for that matter - as it is about architecture and engineering. But not to worry: this talk will present you with 7 tangible, real-life, quite disruptive scenarios to get your own simplification journey going. There is hope. It is just a matter of killing your idols.
Ron Tolido, CTO Application Lifecycle Services, Capgemini S.A.
Think I will have to write a blog-item about now instead. Very soon on Capgemini's CTO blog!
"Kill your Idols - 7 ways to get rid of unnecessary software"
Every architect and CTO knows it: the biggest challenge nowadays in application portfolio management is not anymore to be innovative in identifying new solutions. Instead, it is in getting rid of the old solutions that prevent you from getting there. Dealing with a sprawled application landscape is a matter of rigid simplification and rationalization. And this is just as much about psychology, anthropology - and even psychiatry for that matter - as it is about architecture and engineering. But not to worry: this talk will present you with 7 tangible, real-life, quite disruptive scenarios to get your own simplification journey going. There is hope. It is just a matter of killing your idols.
Ron Tolido, CTO Application Lifecycle Services, Capgemini S.A.
Think I will have to write a blog-item about now instead. Very soon on Capgemini's CTO blog!
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