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The Title Treadmill, Part II: A Field Guide to Your Own Extinction

Part 2 of 2  Most of what lived in the Cambrian explosion left no descendants. It left a name instead — pinned to a slab of shale, unpronounceable, discovered by someone half a billion years later who had to guess which end was the head. Take Hallucigenia. For the better part of a century, palaeontologists…

The Value of a Smile

Why Companies Fund the Headline and Lowball the People Who Build It Companies will spend a fortune on the car and refuse to pay for the road it drives on. A colleague working on a recruitment company told me this week about a client advertising a data engineer role at forty-five thousand pounds. The market…

The Title Treadmill, Part I: Thirty Years of Renaming the Same Unsolved Job

Part 1 of 2 Count the job titles the data profession has produced since the mid-1990s and you start to suspect the industry isn’t hiring people so much as it’s running a very slow, very expensive naming contest. Database Administrator. Data Warehouse Architect. BI Developer. Chief Data Officer. Data Scientist. Data Engineer. Analytics Engineer. Data…

The House Next Door: Why We Still Copy Data We No Longer Have To

For thirty years, the entire discipline of analytics has rested on a single, quietly absurd instruction: don’t touch the real thing, make a copy, and go analyse that instead. It made sense right up until the reason for it started disappearing. The reason was never mysterious. Running a heavy analytical query against the same system…

An API to Delphi: Why We Never Stopped Needing to Be Told

Every society we have ever excavated built the same machine. Not the wheel, not the plough — those came later, and unevenly. The first machine was for telling people what to do next. In Shang dynasty China, it was a heated ox bone, cracked open and read for its fractures. In Rome, it was the…

Green Rain: What Data Actually Is, and Why Nobody Owns It

In The Matrix, the operators don’t watch the war unfold in three dimensions. They sit in front of a black screen and read a waterfall of green symbols — numbers, letters, no faces, no rooms — because rendering the whole simulated world just for the people watching it from outside would waste memory nobody has.…

Grounded: What a Century of Aviation Disasters Teaches Us About AI

In 1910, flying was a way to die in public. Insurers wouldn’t touch it. Newspapers ran obituaries for aviators the way they now run product launches. Fifty-three of them died that year alone, and in some of the early flying clubs the death rate among members ran as high as 87 per cent. The aeroplane…