The Social Web

I closed my Facebook account yesterday….

To my friends who have FB accounts, I’m sorry for the abrupt disappearance.  You probably didn’t even notice, given the wads of information you’re processing.

BTW, did you see this ad?  I saw it on Facebook. 

 

Sorry for that brief interruption; my brain gets like that lately.  Scattered, random bits of information keep popping in.  I’ve found it difficult to stay on track, and stay focused.  I’ve become so hung up on maintaining relationships with people from 20 years ago that I’ve started to slip at some of my present goals.  For example, I’ve been working on a book chapter prospectus for the last month, and I’ve had a devil of a time trying to keep it on track.  I’ve also agreed to help host another SQL Saturday in October, and I’ve done nothing for it.   Not to mention the random checking of my account during the work day.

This doesn’t really apply to me, but it’s funny, and I saw it on Facebook.

Facebook has also take some toll on me personally; sure, it’s 15 minutes here or there, but those frequent 15 minute interruptions add up, and they’re time away from my wife and kids.  I’m already in front of a PC 8 hours a day for my job, plus time for my career goals; they shouldn’t feel squeezed in between my FB time as well.

Facebook time?

Anyway, when does being the Social DBA become too social?  For me, it’s apparently when I use Facebook.  I’m afraid I’ll have to walk away from the applications, the social experiences, and the advertisements.  I’m not saying that others can’t manage their online experiences and their real-world time with aplomb and grace; I just can’t. 

Farewell, Facebook, I shall miss thee!

milestones…

Sorry for the delay in this post; my family and I are planning to get away for some much-needed vacation time, and like most Americans, the week before and the week after a vacation are the busiest weeks of the year.  I’m trying to cram in as much stuff as I can before I leave, even though that’s SO NOT THE POINT of a vacation.

Anyway, I really have a lot to write about this week, but just don’t have the time.  Hopefully, I’ll cling to those ideas in the back of my skull somewhere over the next week.  There was one incident of note, however, that I’d really like to share.

I recently met another Atlanta developer by the name of Cheyenne Throckmorton; Cheyenne, like me, is interested in what we can do to build up the development communities in North Georgia, regardless of your particular technological focus.  We’ve had a couple of email conversations, and at some point, we’re probably gonna grab a burger and talk.  However, my story is not about Cheyenne; it’s about Ben Forta.

Who is Ben Forta?  Ben is a ColdFusion Evangelist for Adobe.  He’s coming to Atlanta on June 8 (the same night that my boys from AtlantaMDF meet).  Why should I, a SQL Server developer, care about a ColdFusion developer?  Well, it’s because I didn’t know he was a ColdFusion developer.  I thought he was a SQL guy (remind me to tell you my Ray Charles stories).

A long time ago, I was a struggling doctoral student in the field of Health Communication.  I had completed my coursework and was already working in the field as a research analyst (analyzing data from large samples of cancer patients and people at risk for skin cancer)  when an amazing thing happened: I failed my comprehensive exams.  Twice.   I remember sitting outside my advisor’s office to plan for my attack on the third occasion for over an hour, when I realized two things: 1) she wasn’t coming (I never heard from her again), and 2) I didn’t really like academia.   I had started down a path, and felt compelled to finish it, even though the desire had long since left me.  I decided that day I was going to make a career switch.

One of the tools for managing data we were using was Microsoft Access; I know, go ahead and laugh.  Not the most robust of databases; however, Access does provide some exposure to both Visual Basic (for Applications) and SQL.  I started looking around for Access programming jobs, and applied for the first one that sounded reasonable.  I aced the interview (those communication skills come in handy), but they also had a programming test.  I failed miserably.  I decided that I needed to do some studying (I was, after all, an ex-graduate student).  I reached out for several books to learn about programming; Ben Forta’s Teach Yourself SQL in 10 Minutes (2nd Edition) was one of those books.   I landed a decent job shortly thereafter because of those efforts, and I feel like Forta’s guide was large part of that (I’m not saying that I became a super programmer overnight; I just worked hard and had some great foundations).  Nearly 10 years later, I’m a Data Architect, and I like what I do.

Cheyenne suggested that I send him a copy of the book, and he would get Ben to sign it.  I’ve long since lost my copy, so I ran out and bought the third edition.  I’m hoping Ben will sign it (since I’ll be away on vacation), because even though I no longer need the book, it’ll add to my collection of milestones along my path. 

Gotta run to finish packing; see you in a week.

Announcing AtlantaMDF Reviews

Just a quick post to tout a recent sister site that I’ve started (with the help of several other AtlantaMDF members): AtlantaMDF Reviews.  Our goal is to provide a forum of book and tool reviews that would be of interest to our local PASS user group.

The site has just started, with only 2 brief reviews as of this date.  However, we’ve got several people working behind the scenes reading and reviewing new material so that we can begin posting several articles soon (BTW, if you’re an AtlantaMDF attendee and would like to contribute, please find me and let me know).

Anyway, if you’re a Google Reader user, here’s a button for you to add the feed to your collection.   If you’re not a Google Reader user, the feedburner URL is below. Keep your eyes open for new material soon:

Add to Google

http://feeds2.feedburner.com/AtlantaMDFReviews

Facebook, and the world I left behind… (Part 2)

Continuing in my observations of my Facebook experience, I’ve noticed something else beyond just the collision of worlds; Facebook interactions often lead to self-reflection on physical attributes. In other words,

People want to see what you look like. You can’t hide physical features like on a traditional forum environment; there’s a strong pressure to post pictures of not only who you were (because most of your friends on Facebook are going to be people in the past), but who you are now. In my case, the who I am now could probably eat the who I was then for breakfast.

As a side note, I have noticed that most of the women I went to high school with have aged very well; if they were cute at 16, they’re beautiful now. Most of the men… well, let’s just say that I’m not the only one who didn’t hold up well over the years 🙂

A focus on the physical is not necessarily a bad thing; while part of me is now increasingly self-conscious about the fact that I have changed over the years, that self-consciousness may save my life. When I graduated high school, I weighed 120 lbs; college, 130. First Master’s? 180 (I had started working out, and was in pretty good shape at that point). Three years ago, (after long since ceasing regular physical exercise) I crossed the 300 pound mark. I started having some health issues, and I’ve been working out since then, and am now at 260. Looking at my friends on Facebook, I’m determined I’m going to get down to 220 by the time of my high school reunion (in August; 5 months). Facebook’s focus on the physical is going to be my motivation.

I realize that my true friends from high school don’t care that “there’s more of me to love”, and that an obsession over looks can be unhealthy, but I’m trying to put a positive spin on this; I need to get healthy. Seeing my friends that have been successful at that over the years is inspiring, and I want to be a part of that.

Facebook, and the world I left behind… (Part 1)

OK, so a few posts ago, I was questioning the level of connectivity required for the social DBA to be considered “involved” in the community, and I took a mild swipe at Facebook. Obviously, I now have to eat my words; I got connected to Facebook over the weekend, and I can begin to understand the addiction. I find myself checking every few hours or so to see if any one new has become my friend, or to see if any of my current friends have anything witty to say (or better yet, any old pictures to post).

Anyway, after a few days on Facebook, I have some observations (which I’ll cover over a few posts):

First, Worlds collide, and you better be ready. Goffman had a sociological theory commonly known as the Face and Mask. His principal thesis was that face is a mask that changes depending on the audience and the social interaction. In other words, we manifest a different persona around different audiences; you don’t act the same way around your boss as you do your best friend, do you (well, some of you might)?

With facebook, there is no distinction between friends; I’m friends with people from high school, college, a couple of jobs ago, and my current job. I’ve changed over the years, and I’m not always certain that I want my friends of today exposed to the hijinks of the past, yet, there’s no stopping it. The 17-year-old me collides with the 21-year-old me, the 30 year-old-me, and the near-40 me.

Furthermore, your own devilish past may not haunt you much, but Facebook also makes it too easy to introduce your friends from different worlds (“Pastor, I’d like you to meet Bob; Bob was my roommate in college, and he currently films adult movies.”). If I comment on a picture from 20 years ago, it’s very easy for anybody I know to read that comment, and trace it to anyone else involved now.

This is not necessarily a bad thing; life is about chance encounters, and it’s fun to see how things get sewn up into a spider’s web of interconnectedness. Just be prepared to run naked on Facebook; there are no masks to hide behind.

I plan on adding more thoughts to this later, but figured the image of naked Facebookers was enough to leave you hanging; Part 2 to follow.