The Postman Always Rings… Oddly.

I received a parcel in the mail today at work:

I wasn’t expecting anything in the mail. For a brief moment I thought it might contain a bomb or perhaps Anthrax or something equally as dramatic and sexy. But no… I turned it over:

And discovered, after pulling the contents out, that what I had was exactly the opposite of something that I’d want:

It’s a PROMOTIONAL MAILER for the Blackberry PlayBook! But it’s not just a piece of paper, oh no! It’s a silicone bumper!

So now I have a promotional mailer I didn’t want, for a product I really could care less about, but now I have a bumper for it! So, I’m thinking I could sell it on eBay maybe or throw it out. What an incredible waste of resources this is. This doesn’t sell a device. Now I hate the Blackberry PlayBook and I despise anyone who sells it. Before I was ambivalent, now they’ve earned my ire. This is now how to market a new device! This is wasteful bullshit.

Secret Surprise!

I’ve had a long-standing problem that just suddenly got resolved. I have lost my WMU Procurement Card and my WMU ID months and months ago. I’ve never lost anything like this and I’ve harbored a suspicion that the two cards ended up in some pocket of some article of clothing that I haven’t worn since I saw them last. It’s been close to a year that these two cards have been missing. I’ve been dreading my monthly balance of my WMU Procard fearing that it fell out of my pocket in Chicago or Denver and I never knew. The other dread I had was reserved for October of this year when my WMU Procard expires. “Give us your old card…” would have been an EPIC problem.

But thanks to Scott, who was searching for his lost iPhone he pulled the cushions off the blue couch in our living room and apparently as bright as day and twice as maddening were both my WMU Procurement Card and my old WMU ID. So, these two very important bits of my professional life were in the safest place in the entire universe. Stuck in my couch. Now they are right in front of me and will be stuffed in my wallet.

I’ve searched all around for these two G-D cards and the whole time I’ve had George Carlin in my head: “Well I’ve looked everywhere!” “Well, obviously not, the god damn thing is still missing!” “Have you ever checked a suit you haven’t worn in 20 years for something you had 5 minutes ago?!” and finally the cloud parts and here are the missing cards.

At least now I don’t have to worry about this any longer. Just to polish off the entire affair, I found Scott’s phone as well. It had fallen behind the toilet, between the wall and the water supply line.

It sort of feels like life took a chunk out of me and noticed, and put a chunk back.

Logical Doubt

From the last post, a new update. Comparing the two columns fail to show any selected information, however when I changed the query so that mainacctno is null and chart_acct is not null I found 1741 mismatches. So mainacctno is null and chart_acct is ‘00000GWTN’, and so on and so forth for 1741 items. I suspect the logical operators cannot distinguish between null and not-null values.

What a mess.

Not Equal

At work I have a pretty big database that might or might not have a problem and the issue is, I have doubt in SQL to find out if I truly have something to worry about or if it was just a fluke.

In my database there are two tables. The first table, which we’ll call “chart” has a relationship with another much bigger table called “main”. The two tables have an odd interrelationship, in so far that many values from chart are ‘cached’ in main, but since both tables are allowed to vary apart from each other they can drift apart. So, for example, if you add something novel to chart, it isn’t completely reflected in main everywhere you’d expect it, because many of the cached values don’t get automatically updated from chart to main. There is a user utility that can do this task and it’s called “data sync” but I have elected to not use it and instead I have created a rather long SQL query that finds where there are mismatches between main and chart and uses the values in chart to fill in the cached empties in main. For years this has been a daily scheduled job and I’ve been living with the faith that my SQL code is correct and is doing it’s job.

Yesterday a coworker of mine complained to me that their report no longer showed what it should. We verified that there were indeed 47 records in main that should have been selected but only 1 was. I started to query the database and compare the values in chart and their places along the 47 “should have been” selected records and discovered to my deep chagrin that the values were not properly cached as I had faith that they would be. Of course I felt panic starting to gnaw away on the edge of my mind as I instantly had doubt that my SQL code was working properly.

The SQL code that “failed” looks like this:

select m.mainacctno, c.chart_acct
from main m inner join chart c
on m.mainrest=c.chart_code
where m.mainacctno!=c.chart_acct

Here the two columns should be equal, mainacctno and chart_acct for each record that is joined by mainrest=chart_code. The mainrest column is good as is the chart_code column. What I want to see is where, for each comparison, that mainacctno doesn’t equal whatever value is in chart_acct. So, for these 47 records there should be a value of ‘00000PSGI’ that exists in chart and not in main. My query should show these, but yesterday it did not.

Yesterday I had my back up against the wall and couldn’t really spend much time analyzing the problem so I forced the matter with a direct update command which put the proper value in each of the 47 records, essentially shoving ‘00000PSGI’ into each main record.

What bothers me is that when I use the != operator I expect it to behave as I have learned it to behave, to evaluate as true when operand A doesn’t equal operand B. Both columns, mainacctno and chart_acct are both of type char(30). I’ve tried using the other style of not-equal operator that is <> but that doesn’t display either.

I have 1759 records in chart and 1,414,844 records in main. My doubt can only be assuaged by manual comparison and I’m not looking forward to that task. I’ve even tried the “not like” operator to no avail. I wouldn’t be in this situation if I didn’t run afoul of those 47 records where a blank mainacctno apparently equaled a not-blank chart_acct.

What bothers me the most, I think, is that I now doubt the logical operators in SQL. With something so fundamental, everything built on that foundation is now subject to doubt. Does my database really have referential integrity? If logical comparison operators no longer behave in a logical fashion, is the stone that I think my database castle is made of sand?

Gasoline and Comics

Gasoline here in Michigan is about ready to break through the $4.00 per gallon level. To fill my Hyundai Santa Fe would start to impact my budget and begin forcing me to decide whether I want to buy food or not. I am not like any of the other people who live here who are natives, Michiganders would pay for the “pleasure” of driving their vehicles even if gas was at $10 a gallon. My New York sensibilities have already kicked in. Nobody in this state has “carpool” in their vocabulary so I’ve elected to not even bring up the concept to them and instead just take the bus.

And so I have, and this week is the model for how the rest of my weeks will be structured. On Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays I get up at 6:15, out the door by 6:45, to catch the East Main Bus, all in all I would estimate that it’s one mile per trip, so effectively two miles walked per day. I get to work at 7:20, and then I’m pretty much stuck at work the whole day long. I have to leave by 4:45 to catch the return bus, and if I miss that, I have to wait until 5:45.

Wednesdays are my favorite days now. It’s on Wednesday that I take my car to work. Wednesday is Comics Lunch Day. I pick up Scott, we go to the comic book store and get our weekly comic books and then we find someplace cheap to have lunch. I then get back to work, and can take a more comfortable and leisurely path home whenever I like.

But for the most part I don’t regard driving a vehicle as a pleasure. It’s a horror, a terror, a harrowing trip through a nightmare hellscape populated by people who shouldn’t be allowed to use a vehicle at all. All manner of human trash is on the roads these days, morons, pinheads, dopes, dorks, losers, meth-heads, pot-heads, and the rest… “If god wanted for them to drive, he would have given them XXXXX” What is the XXXXX? It all depends on which racial, gender, or national gripe you’re fond of. And they are out there. In this state it’s a uniquely unpleasant experience, driving with these “people”. Nobody in Michigan has a single clue what a directional signal is for, they simply could not be bothered and the police can’t be bothered with enforcing any laws beyond running their speed-traps. The best way to jail a Michigander is to put them in their vehicle and arrange for 4 cars to approach a 4-stop intersection all at the same time. They would starve to death before any of them moved. I’ve never witnessed such overwhelming mind-lock in my life. They’d likely start gnawing on their tastefully appointed leather seats, whine, wet on the carpet and dry wash their hands in frustration. Eventually you’d see 4 bone-white skeletons sitting behind the wheel, the cars rusted solid and the gas tanks empty. As a native New Yorker it’s my right and pleasure to plow through all these mind-locked yoyos, even if it isn’t my turn. They won’t move, so screw ’em, I will.

And that’s why I don’t drive. It just makes me angry. It makes me angry and well, terrified for my life. So if something is dangerous, terrifying, *and* expensive then giving it up is comically obvious.

I have to admit that taking the bus is like it is in any nowhere midwest town. There are train tracks that divide this place and it colors the entire experience. You have sides of the track, and you can plug any harsh stereotypical reality into that division. Good, Bad; Rich, Poor; White, Black; Safe, Dangerous. Every city has something like this, a good place and a bad place, but it’s where the railroad exists that you see “The Wrong Side Of The Tracks” is so starkly apparent. Whats the most comedic of all is how lame and insignificant the railroad has been allowed to droop. It used to be the preferred way to get from one city to another, but now you have to pay top-dollar to sit in a seat soaked with urine and arrive, if your lucky, on the same calendar day you left even if you only need to go 150 miles away. But that’s another rant, the train tracks color the people and the people color the bus system. Who takes the bus? The poor, the workers, the minimum wage victims, and thanks to WMU’s deal with the bus system, students and employees, Hiya! You wouldn’t see any of the high and mighty, the good and great of this town even get on a bus. I don’t even think they perceive buses. It’s pretty clear that they don’t perceive people like me, the middle-class, the “little people”. That’s actually quite a pleasant thing and lucky for us “little people” because we don’t have to be bothered by their obnoxious overhousing problems, their sexual perversions and their raging alcoholism. They get in their obnoxiously priced gas-guzzling vehicles and disappear into their gated-communities-without-gates (sometimes they have gates!) and leave the rest of us in peace to imagine a world where they don’t exist. Because they wouldn’t be caught dead with the rabble, it’s as easy as falling off a log.

So really my most convenient and pleasant day is fundamentally bound up with comic books. In a way Diamond Publishing determines my weekly calendar, even if it is only very subtly.

I don’t expect to run into anyone I recognize using the bus system here. They are all monomaniacally obsessed with their vehicles and I seriously doubt anything will ever dissuade that. Perhaps someday when all the oil is up out of the ground and we’ve burned it all, and there isn’t any way to make these boxes of metal move, then people will be up against the wall. That will be a very interesting day, indeed.

Tech'now'ledgy Expo

I attended for a little while the Tech’now’logy Expo that TotalTech puts on every year. In attendance was my friend Matt Merrill with CDW-G and Chris Doemel with Apple.

They are pretty much two out of maybe a handful of vendors that I do not want to pitch into a swirling abyssal vortex. The expo itself was a little lean on actual vendors, but HP and Dell were there, and my CDW-G vendor was flogging Lenovo pretty hard. I hadn’t the heart to really bust down Lenovo despite it being a cross between an IBM Stink-Pad and Cheap Chinese Plastic Crap. I can’t really get down on Lenovo too harshly, at least there wasn’t a Lexmark pusher there! Lexmark gets pitched into that aforementioned vortex.

Apple was pleasant as usual. I really love the company, and AppleCare itself can’t be beat, but my previous run-ins with Apple Sales has left me feeling a little quixotic. They aren’t as hold-your-hand as the rest of Apple is, but they are attentive and the reflected glory from the mothership in Cupertino does them a lot of good, but while I’m seeking out the ARD Development Team for body-breaking hugs, the sales team has always left me feeling rather tepid. They respond very positively when you tell them you’re sending clients their way, but everything else isn’t really that exciting for them, which I totally understand, but it is a little surprising that sales isn’t as rabid as the rest of them are.

Something that is coming up is iOS management. I’ve got a new systems contact at Apple, a fellow by the name of David Seebaldt. Should be interesting to see what he is going to recommend for us. Currently we’ve got 6 iPads in play and 3 iPhones. I fully expect that level to rise with time. I think one of my first queries will be why iPhone, and no other iOS device displays a single-Library preference. iPod Touches, iPod Nanos, and even iPads can touch as many iTunes Libraries as they like, but iPhones? One central library, the first one they see, and that’s it. It’s as if the iPhone imprints on the first Library it sees and that’s it for life. Odd.

I certainly hope that they get more foot traffic, because the lunch-time period wasn’t so rah-rah-rah.

Playing through on the back nine…

I wandered into the mailroom with a piece of paper in hand, with the design to scan it to my file server. I walked in and a student was busy tending to the very same copier pumping out duplicates of something. As I approached I noticed that the front half of the machine, where the ADF is, wasn’t actually doing anything. An errant thought struck me, that perhaps the copier, while busy making duplicates, might also be capable of making scans at the same time.

Certainly impossible.

Until I walked up, the student was looking worried, I pressed the scan button, put my page in the ADF, tapped my name as a destination and pressed the Big Friendly Green Button. The copier, a Savin 8065, didn’t even blink at my request. The copies never stopped or slowed down, the ADF fed my page in, scanned it and processed it, the whole while the copier was spitting out some other job.

I never thought the machine was capable like that! I’m still a little surprised and I’m impressed! I was sure it was going to blow apart and cover everyone with thick wads of melted plastic and toner.

Well, perhaps not that last part. 🙂

Of Horses and Water

The old saying “You can lead a Horse to water, but you can’t make him drink” hits me quite often at work. I thought the introduction of two new WordPress-powered P2-themed blogs at work would be better received but as it is, the only people actually engaging with them are the core people who started the boulder rolling for social media itself here in our office.

It’s just a little dismaying when you park the Horse in a field of water and oats and it just stands there looking at you. I think my expectations are just too much for a lot of my coworkers, and I can’t really blame them. There is only a scant minority of people here who have a true addiction to shiny, and I’m one of them. I think one of the reasons why the adoption rate is so low is because of how WordPress arranges user accounts. People get invited to partake in a blog and the first thing that they are faced with is a very forward WordPress presentation urging them to create their own blogs. There is a part of me that wishes I could create usernames and passwords for my coworkers to use our WordPress.com blogs FOR THEM. Alas, it’s just one more attempt to get the horse to drink the water or eat the food. I kind of think of it as “Ok, we’ve got the Horse in the water, the food is right here, lets strap a huge weight on his head and force his face into the water and food, maybe that’ll do it.” and all I get is a kind of annoyed glare from the horse.

So what’s the value of these WordPress Blogs? Why continue them and maintain them if nobody is going to use them? I thought about that as well. There is a minimum value in these blogs, in a way I’m a horse that wandered along side the other one and saw all the water and oats and is effectively pigging out. Really, seriously, these P2 blogs are excellent log-keepers, much like “Captains Log” on Star Trek. I can use these and smile wanly that my response rate was about 5% for anyone else to use these resources. At least I don’t have to worry that my horse will explode from eating and drinking, yay for metaphorical bottomless horses.

What Big Anachronisms You Have!

Yesterday was a big day for WMU. To fit the occasion I felt it only right that I dress up for the part. An idea had been bouncing around in my mind for a while, wondering just how I would look if I tried to pull off a shirt/vest combination with nice pants and dress shoes. I set off on a mission. I had everything, the shoes, the socks, and the pants. All I really lacked was the button down shirt and the vest. I was thinking that monochromatic would be best, since white and black are always complimentary to each other and I don’t have to worry about color clashes. Many people who follow me on social media sites noticed that I was visiting a huge spate of retail establishments. I was searching for the perfect shirt and the perfect vest. The shirt was a cakewalk, I walked into Old Navy and found an acceptable formal-seeming white long sleeve button-down shirt on sale and took care of that angle. The vest was a wholly different matter. I stopped at TJ Maxx, Kohls, and eventually ended up at JC Penney’s. Each store save the last was a fool’s errand. When I got to Penneys I wandered my way towards formal menswear and saw a batch of vests on sale, but they only went up to a certain size. Anyone who has seen me knows that this winter I have morphed into a tubby bitch. As I wandered around I eventually got to one of the satellite counters and talked to the gentleman behind the formal menswear counter. He asked what size I was after and had the exact vest. It had everything I was looking for. It was a simple vest with fake pockets and it was half off on sale. I bought it, thanked him and with a sense of reward I beat a hasty retreat back home.

Then it hit me that now that I had all the pieces I didn’t really know where they all were. I knew I had dress pants, but not where. I knew I had shoes, but again not where. I never wear formal attire, my personal life is all about comfort and if people don’t like my clothing selections when I’m in my home they are free to leave. I also knew at least academically that at one point I had a steam iron. I started to assemble my outfit and found socks, pants, the shoes and with a lot of searching and cussing and swearing I discovered where the steam iron went off to. I lined everything up. The pants didn’t require ironing, neither did the vest. The shirt was a lamentable mess however and that did require some ironing. At that point it was 2:30am and showtime was later that day at 7:00am, so chop chop! I got my shirt ironed, I shaved, I trimmed what little hair I have left into a neat buzz and hit the hay.

The next morning I hopped out of bed, got fully awoken and started to get dressed. Everything went well and I was rather self-satisfied with how the bright white shirt contrasted against the black of the vest. Everything was going swimmingly until I put on those shoes. Now these shoes were the only formal black shoes that I own. Everything else is either brown, sneakers, boots, or gardening shoes. I slipped them on and discovered why they were buried in the bottom of a closet for years – they were an example of top-notch awfulness. Every step was annoying, this annoying eventually blossomed into sheer bolts of pain. Each step was an exploration of footwear hell. I started to question the sanity of anyone who would dare wear such footwear and that shoes like these are responsible for all the miserable wretched people out there. Of course, my day was only just beginning at 7am. Annoyance became pain after lunch, every step a breathtaking exploration in agony. After I got home I took off the blasted things and threw them in a corner “Blair Witch” style to quietly contemplate the reasons why I shouldn’t pitch them into a bonfire.

Ever since the event concluded I’ve been aching. The damn shoes gave me dual shin-splints. Even when I’m wearing great shoes now the pain lingers as my shins declare me to be an enemy of the body and enjoy reminding me that I am a prisoner to their merest hint of pain as I walk looking like I’m crossing a bed of hot coals.

Despite the shoes the rest of the outfit worked far better than my wildest dreams. Everyone, initially coworkers and eventually friends and family were utterly shocked to witness what I had done to myself. The two biggest comments were “WOW!” and “Man, don’t you clean up well!”. Apparently I’m just a Morlock Ragamuffin all the other days of my life. That’s actually fine. Morlocks know where the pipes go and which one steam-cooks the Eloi. I have to admit that the dress shirt and vest combination, with the stark contrast of black-on-white really looks quite good. The whole time I was shopping for the vest I was making little “come here” noises in department stores and trying to convince the normally retiring and nocturnal formal wear vest to come out of hiding and that it really was 1875 and not 2011. It’s a look that I have to be careful to not make a ‘thing’ all the time, because that’s tacky as hell.

So I raise my imaginary glass to the fine art of dressing oneself in one of the purest forms of anachronism. What works in 1875 certainly works in 2011. Hooray!

Historical

Operation Historic Moment has come and gone. The big news, now that the cat is out of the bag and rubbing up against your leg is that WMU received the biggest cash gift in our state, ever. The total is $100 Million dollars. This unthinkably large gift is a godsend, but alas is just the start of what is needed to start training real Doctors. I was centrally involved with a group of coworkers to design this project and bring it off successfully. My role was to address the technology we’d need to make all of this work properly. There were ups and downs and I learned a surprising amount from the experience that I will detail here.

The project had quite a number of technical components to it. Technology served a role at nearly each step of the process and many of the tools that were used made everything faster, better, and easier. The old aphorism that “proper organization will set you free” couldn’t ring any louder for us all than it did for all of our meetings to arrange this entire project. For me it started with tools that before this event I could have only dreamed for in Sci-fi. Specifically I speak of my iPad. My iPad was the perfect device. It was a communications hub, everything from email, my blog, to Twitter and Facebook were available to me whenever I needed them. The single app on the iPad that really helped the most was iThoughts HD. For each meeting we had, and there were many, I used this app to take dynamic notes and record the minutes of the meetings in a beautiful and straightforward fashion that I could then email to our management and show them our progress on the project. All they had to do was sit back and watch as we progressed. It was a delight to use and by suppressing an endless trail of scribbled and crossed out paperwork made what we accomplished in our meetings very easy on the eyes to read.
We had laid out our design from the very start. The first was a series of mystery QR codes that were distributed throughout town. Supermarkets, Delis, and popular hotspots throughout Kalamazoo were dressed up in these QR coded pages. The QR codes loaded a series of photos that lead to hints for anyone together enough to know what a QR was and to scan it. If I could do this part over I would have encoded all the URL’s for the photos using bit.ly so I could track their clickthrough rates and measure if anyone actually scanned any of these codes or if they are, as I feared, a flash in the pan. Thankfully the QR part of the project was free to implement and the only expense were the staff running around town posting these up all over.

The next big thing was the “Livestream” on the Internet. We had contacted a company and the original design was utterly fantastic. They would haul their own data over satellite service to their home office in Detroit and all we would have to do is cope with our network struggling under the strain of all the consumers pulling the live feed down from our vendor. For weeks we had this planned to the last item and then an unforeseen change of venue forced us to scrap the use of a satellite for data transmission. Suddenly we had to rely on our own network for both the upstream and downstream service. Several things from that point exploded in our faces, specifically a product from Cisco Services called CleanAccess was a problem. With the help of the venues IT manager we were able to get both the dry run and the main production signal off the ground and working properly. As some people have noticed, at showtime we suffered a rather embarrassing network failure at Western. Right now all we have are several competing theories, but they all describe the same problem – our event was so popular that our own network couldn’t cope. Personally I was beyond dismay, beyond embarrassment. I was logged into the Bernhard Center countdown clock hardware trying to display the livestream to everyone assembled there and the melted-down network wasn’t going to have any of it. As I sat there, thinking about all the upset people assembled for nothing in the Bernhard Center my mind raced with ways that I could have possibly addressed the situation. Some things did come immediately to mind and most of them involved not using any indigenous technology and relying instead on other Internet providers to ensure that things worked as designed. Like all other instances where something bad happens and you wish you could go backwards in time to fix it, there is no rescuing that mistake – only learning from it. I can’t say that I have much faith in our indigenous network provider, as it collapsed like a house of cards when our event started. I was afraid of network saturation and whatever the real cause was, I’d bet some real money that link saturation was at least a player in the drama. It stings when I have to admit that our successes are more dependent on non-indigenous resources than indigenous ones. It’s not that we actively selected against the indigenous systems, it’s just they never really even came up in our thoughts. I’m happy that much of what we attempted did work and upset that the one singular thing that we allowed to be handled indigenously was so embarrassingly fumbled. The only saving grace at the end is the notion that our message was so popular that it disabled a system designed to resist such things. The Internet really was never designed to resist popularity, only nuclear attack.

We also were responsible for the “Mystery Box” in Bernhard Center. This was a tease for the Countdown Clock Display that later on was constructed in the Mystery Boxes place. Our intent wasn’t to anger people by it’s placement, only to engage them and get them wondering what Western was up to. The clocks themselves were quite impressive and even still I’m amazed that we pulled it off as easily as we did. The clocks, all the guts, and the entire design came together so wonderfully that I still sit back and marvel at how it all played out. This build was rather involved for me and because of that fact, it was the place where most of my “little lessons” cluster. The displays themselves were investments, they cost a bit of money but we’re going to use the tarnation out of them and get every red cents worth out of them. The guts were repurposed technology from our own department and didn’t cost anything. Amongst the lessons I learned, when trying to force Firefox into a Kiosk you have to turn off updates, make sure screensavers and energy-saving features never get activated and to turn off Bluetooth. Because of the design we had to use two independent systems for the two displays, and this in itself created a rather embarrassing and inexplicable oddity to pop up. The two displays were almost perpetually out of time sync with one another. I really can’t explain it, both machines were in the same general space, there is nothing wrong with where they are, yet one machine counted time differently than the other. I have some theories that have to do with processor load and video processing issues and that is the only way I can explain it. The only other solution is that we had a temporal anomaly in the Bernhard Center. I’d expect a gaggle of dead students if we had a spatial anomaly, so it almost has to be my first theory that’s right. Anyhow, each night I would remote into the clocks and resync them. At worst they were about a minute off of each other but sync’ed well at night. The other lesson I learned was that WiFi is useful for many things, but you should never depend upon it. Drawing a network to the location was impossible but I do know what I would do differently next time. Next time I would acquire two free nearby wired network ports and I would set two 802.11N wifi access points on those lines and one machine per access point would be the rule, and the access points would have nothing at all to do with Tsunami, the default Western wifi SSID. Of course this would be a gross violation of network design and probably upset the indigenous service providers, but in some ways I can defend that approach because it would have likely not failed me. Alternatively I was considering acquiring two Verizon EVDO USB Network cards and using those as a wholly independent network sources for my display equipment.

Beyond the livestream and the clocks, the other bits of technology that we used were more bent towards helping us keep coordinated and organized. We made rather good use, even though it’s development was very late in the game, of WordPress.com itself. About 80% of the way through our project I started investigating WordPress.com’s P2 theme. The minute I started to play around with it I fell in love. P2 was perfect for so many things that were on my mind, a way to solve many workplace problems and the fact that WordPress.com was free, easy, so wonderfully supported, and quite robust was all just sauce for this goose. I created a private blog, added the P2 theme to it and rolled it out to everyone on our team. Of course since the blog came online about 80% too late, only a small amount of real work ended up being done with it, however even still, it served as a proof of concept and both P2 and WordPress.com have continuously proven to me just how good they are as a collaboration and communications platform, absolutely worthy of a “Bravo!”. The other system we used was more for coordination and that was GroupMe. I created a GroupMe account and group and populated it with my teammates who had SMS-capable cellular telephones, which was nearly all of them. GroupMe worked very well, and the only hesitation I have for really raving about them comes down to a misfired politeness feature in their core product. If you add a group of people to your GroupMe group and start using the product and some people don’t respond or actively join GroupMe declares that they aren’t in the group any longer out of politeness. Well, you can’t add them back in afterwards no matter how hard you try and some people aren’t supposed to reply, they are just supposed to witness and obtain an survey of the action, especially some in management. The GroupMe service would be better if there was a way to defeat the “politeness” feature and establish a hard-and-fast fixed group to receive text messages irrespective of whether they do or do not reply to any of those messages.
Now that the entire project is over, we are riding high on a wave of a job well done and looking at what failed and what we could have done to address those failures. Every mistake carries within it the seeds needed to avoid them in the future. We pulled off a massive and multifaceted campaign with six primary sectors and each one had fantastic leadership and an utterly delightful minimum of process-clogging bullshit. What lead to our successes? Empowerment, a lack of micromanagement, and utterly shocking levels of interdepartmental cooperation. Almost at every turn when we were afraid we would run into an intractable opponent we discovered to our dazzled chagrin that at each step we could find no enemies laying in wait for us with bear-traps, all we had were instant converts and cheerleaders. I’ve thanked our team many times in the past and once in a previous metablog post about the Western Express engagement platform, but there are some  other people who bear thanking now that I have a place to publicly do so:

  • Our own “Sensational Seven,” which I was a part. If people work this well together for other projects, beware. 🙂
  • Our Gold People. They remain anonymous but they know who they are and one or two may read this. Nothing like the magic of a mystery figure to goose a campaign right where it counts.
  • John Stanford at the College of Health and Human Services at WMU. Thank you for on-the-spot help and use of your Category 6 cabling.
  • Bernhard Center Management were stellar for this entire campaign. Kept what secrets you had to, asked no awkward questions, and went above and beyond with material and resource support. Knowing we had the staff of the Bernhard Center was absolutely instrumental in our Countdown Clocks working as well as they did.
  • All the Building Coordinators, especially CHHS and Fetzer Center, for being so wonderfully understanding and willing to facilitate our project.
  • Everyone else, I’m sure I’ve left someone out of this list, but if you were ‘in on it’ even if only a little bit, I thank you here and now.

What’s next? Well, it’s a great start for the Medical School, but in no way are we finished. The need is still very strong and this incredible gift is such a great start. There are more surprises yet to come and more engaging things that the University will see from us here in Development and Alumni Relations. We’ve only scratched the surface of what we can accomplish. As I told the powers that be when they took the reins back in October 2010, “All you need to do is press the Big Red Button.”

Zoom Zoom. 🙂