As someone who works at a company that conducts surveys, I know that collecting more information is pointless if you don’t have the capabilities to analyze it effectively. If people don’t take this conclusion to heart, they will be deeply disappointed by whatever “big data” or predictive analytic solution they purchase for their company.

Luckily, the Corporate Executive Board (CEB) recently published a report that frames this issue effectively: Overcoming the Insight Deficit: Big Judgement in an Era of Big Data. Even though they might not want to admit it, this is a good follow-up for executives who read McKinsey’s Big Data: The next frontier for innovation, competition, and productivity and want to take some specific action. This posting is a summary of their report, with commentary by moi interspersed.

Without a high level of data competency, companies can’t take advantage of the information they already have, let alone the information deluge that is about to come.

CEB creates a compelling case that employees need to improve their ability to find and analyze relevant information to make better decisions. To help executives achieve this goal, they’ve created an “Insight IQ” index that benchmarks the “analytic maturity” of the company. In general, they measure this in terms of 1) information attainability, 2) information usefulness, and 3) employee capability. Unfortunately, CEB doesn’t reveal how they actual calculate the index. For a report about data, it is odd that they don’t actually detail how they came up with numbers. That said, the main value of the report, without the consequent benchmarking service that is being sold is in highlighted actions that can be taken. Here are examples:

  1. Develop more “informed skeptics” by educating employees on the limitations of data and help them improve their critical thinking. They also note that formal training on analytic tools should focus on techniques rather than the functionality of specific tools. Based on a recent Meet-up I attended, I also agree with their assessment that coaching skills are critically important for consultants or new hires. In fact, interpersonal skills are really important because IT and hardcore data analysts are much less effective if they don’t have the “anthropological” skills to work with business leaders.
  2. Challenge Biases and Assumptions: Similar to what a good futurist does in strategic planning sessions, the entire company, as a group, should be willing to challenge assumptions about what data is important. From personal experience, I know that executives don’t communicate effectively about the data they want to use to make actual decisions.
  3. Improve Quality and Sharing of Data: A core problem is maintaining clean data that is accessible to analysts in multiple business units. This is a core issue that requires executive leadership because otherwise IT departments and other fiefs will cause problems.
  4. Make information usable by providing a greater selection of analytic tools. This recommendation was one of my takeaways after listening to a Focus roundtable on Self-Service BI. I like to say this is the basis of the open data movement: standardize the format of data and make it accessible to people regardless of the tools they use to analyze it. Some people might be Excel whizzes, others might be SAS jockeys, and still others might be writing interactive dashboards with tools like Tableau. The important thing is that the data is sound and the methods are well applied. In that regard, the way the data is visualized, aggregated, and filtered is really important. However, since people have different needs, it is fool’s errand to try to create one über tool to use the data.
Feb 152010

Here is an example of why I’m bullish on this projection: TheInfoPro press release. For those who don’t want to click on the link “More than 50% of new servers being installed in 2009 will host virtualization, and future progressive growth indicates 80% by 2012.”

In the process of re-installing this blog, I am using this post, which is real, as a test. In the near future this blog will again be focused on a very narrow range of topics.

The Fahmy family is so much fun! Their hospitality is top notch! Tarek Fahmy is one of my best friends. He invited me to his brother Ziad’s wedding to Kaila. Tarek’s father and mother, Adel and Ferial, reveled in the wedding week’s festivities.

Tarek’s aunt and uncle, Kamal and Zahia, were the de facto wedding planners because they were the proprietors of Kamari Village, which is a series of concrete villas on top of a hill. I spent a lot of time in Kamal and Zahia’s kitchen, living room and porch.

Zahia is Adel’s sister. Adel’s two other brothers are Taher and Salama. Huguette is married to Taher and lives in Montreal, as does their daughter Rania. Taher doesn’t speak English and looks like Adel. Huguette is cute, but not as much as her daughter. I think I had a short crush on Rania. Salama and Kathy are Kareem’s parents. Kareem is the cousin from Tarek’s stories. Kareem was just like Tarek had described. Kareem bartends and manages restaurants in Ottawa, Canada.

Kathy is Irish and lives in Cairo, where Salama does “development work” and helps small and medium sized businesses. He created a one-stop shop to help businesses deal with bureaucracy and red tape.

The reason for my entire trip was the wedding between Ziad and Kaila. I had gone to the same high school and college with Ziad. I became friends with Ziad while visiting Tarek’s house. Ziad and I could talk about books and argue about politics for hours on end. Ziad’s bride is a M.L.S. (Masters of Library Sciences). She grew up in Arizona and her family lives in Iowa and Minnesota. I am not sure where this posting’s photos came from, but here is a photo of Kaila and Ziad:

I met Kaila my first night on Naxos at a big dinner. She is cool. Her friend Jodi works for the State Department, but may become a university professor. Ziad is on a Fulbright Scholarship writing his dissertation and Kaila works at the American University in Cairo. In Cairo, Kaila and Ziad are friends with Eduardo and Angela. Angela actually spent several years teaching in Bologna.

Although I had already eaten lunch in the town with Kareem and Tarek, I ate a lot at dinner. I got drunk on cheap table wine. I danced with the belly dancer and talked to everyone. I decided to walk up the hill to the complex when I broke a glass. Here is a picture of Kamal with the belly dancer:

The next day, after hanging out at Kamal and Zahia’s, Tarek and I drove around the island. It was classic Tarek and Larry fun. We drove north through many mountains. The landscape was beautiful. It was like parts of Northern California, but better. After driving for over 45 minutes, Tarek wanted to head back the way we came. I said NO. I didn’t want to see the same things on the way back. I convinced Tarek to go around the island’s coast. I figured we are on an island, how hard could be to get lost? Well, we did get lost for a bit. I said “let’s go this way”, and the next thing we knew, we ended up on a dirt/concreted road that dead-ended at the sea. Overall, it took 80 minutes to get back, but it seemed like forever because of all the turns and hills.

That night we went to the rehearsal dinner at an Italian restaurant in the small city of Naxos. The food was good, especially the mushrooms, but I didn’t have rip-roaring good time. I was tired and didn’t talk a lot. I talked to Kaila’s father. He is an electrical engineer, like my father.

I never got to rent a motor bike and didn’t go in the water (the bay and a jacuzzi) after my first day on Naxos.

The wedding ceremony was held on a sea cliff. It was picturesque. Violinists played some of my favorite songs. Eduardo played a song on his guitar with vocal accompaniment by his wife Angela. Uncle Kamal was the “minister”. There were about 45 guests and members of the wedding party. We were given white flowers, but I didn’t know their names. The guests made themselves into aisles that closed behind the wedding procession. The photos taken afterward took 2-3 times as long as the ceremony itself. Here is one of them:

The bride was beautiful. She wore a simple white dress. The three bridesmaids each wore a light blue dress, each its different hue.

After the wedding, we went for drinks at Kaila’s mother’s place. We all drank and laughed. I drank Dewars whiskey.

Next, we went to another restaurant for the reception. It was the consensus that this place was the best restaurant so far. Kareem asked be to get on my chair and dances, so I did. I also danced with Tarek’s mother and Kaila’s relatives. I boogied down with Jodi to Aretha Franklin’s “R.E.S.P.E.C.T”.

I missed Adel’s feast on Sunday afternoon. Before I left they had put a full sheep on a rod and were going to roast it for 4-6 hours.

It was Greek Orthodox Easter and of course the airplane from Naxos to Athens was late. I was a bit stressed. I was the last passenger to arrive for my flight to Schipol (Amsterdam). I have started reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. This Pulitzer Prize winning novel is about a Greek immigrant family in Detroit. It is narrated by a hermaphrodite.

Overall, I give my vacation a rating of “excellent”. Tarek and I might visit Kareem in Ottawa in the near future.

I know the origin of the saying, “it’s all Greek to me.” Or is the saying, “it looks “it sounds like Greek? The Greek alphabet is indecipherable at first glance. I took a 3-hour bus ride from the port of Patras to Athens. We drove in to Athens through the port of Piraeus. We passed lots of strip clubs. The Lonely Planet book from 1999/2000 wasn’t wrong about this part of town.

My worst fears were realized when the bus driver (who, btw, didn’t like me and didn’t speak English) left us off without directions about where to go. It was approximately 11:30 pm at this time.

Luckily, there was a subway station nearby and a map indicated that I was near the city centre. I easily found the Acropolis. I walked up a dark path and was a little spooked. I relaxed on my back on a stone bench and was incredibly comfortable. I should have stayed there longer. It turns out it was an upscale, gay neighborhood. I walked up closer to the Parthenon and got as close as I could.

I walked around a bend and found several paths going down through various types of trees, brush and rocks, all the way to the Plaka neighborhood. It was a very large hill. I had an amazing view of the city. It reminded me of the view from a cemetery near my old house in Glover Park, Washington D.C. I could hear local kids riding around on motor bikes. I spent some time looking for a spot to take a nap, but after a bit I got cold. I descended down the paths then a maze of narrow roads.

I found a major business area and church. I slept on a bench and got cold again. I spent the rest of the night freezing, laying down for a few minutes, freezing, cursing the fact that I didn’t get a hotel room, thinking I should have known better. I ended up in a huge plaza below the building that houses the national parliament.

I got to the airport early and had had time to buy a wedding present and a two more books. Sitting down, I struck up a conversation with a bunch of Americans. It turns out they were Keila’s aunts and cousins.

As expected, I took a ferry from Venice to Greece, but that is about the only part of my ferry ride that went as planned.

I got to Venice well enough. I got to Venice and it was pouring. I decided that I had to purchase the ferry tickets because I was becoming anxious. I walked around and asked and walked and finally found Minoan Lines. I decided to just buy a ticket and get on board because I was tired and the boat was leaving soon.

On the way to sea, we passed by Venice and I was filled with regret. It was so beautiful. Why hadn’t I stayed? I thought I had made a horrible decision. Would I ever get back to Venice? Or would I just see it in movies. Venice looked so much more majestic than Bologna.

I see why the travel guides recommend against taking the ferry. Everything was overpriced on the boat. I slept on a lounge chair for a few hours. Then I walked around. Then I slept on the floor. I kept waking up, expecting to get to our destination around midnight. It was so cold outside that I couldn’t stay out for more than 10 minutes. It was pitch black. Peering from the arm rails, all I could see was the white crests rising from the boat. Then I woke up and saw that morning had arrived.

My luck wasn’t that bad after all. It turns out that if I had gotten on the ferry as planned – after staying a night in Venice – then I would have missed my plane from Athens to Naxos. Since I had been under the impression that I would get to Athens a day early, I had been planning on getting an early ferry to Naxos or site seeing in Athens. Now, I though maybe I would get a hotel room and go shopping for a wedding present.

All this being said, my vacation planning sucked! I should have taken a plane. Or, should have not gone to Bologna or Italy? Who knows. I am constantly second-guessing myself, but luckily it hasn’t been debilitating. I just didn’t expect to be on a boat for 28+ hours.

Here’s a profile of the passengers on the ferry: Lots of Greeks. They smoke a lot. I think a majority of the Greeks were truck drivers. There were a lot of old folks, including in that group some German, Scandinavian, and British. There were some backpackers.

I finished reading Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris. I liked it but couldn’t help wondering if his other books were better. Halfway through reading Citizen Girl by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus, I was worried I wouldn’t finish it. Happily, it finally engrossed me.

Since I hadn’t gone to Europe in years, this counts as an “event”.

I left work early and caught a flight out of JFK. The plane ride was painful. I had a middle seat and the lady sitting to my left was very fat.

After arriving in Milan, I took a bus to the train station. From the window, Milan seemed to be a cross between Barcelona and Amsterdam. After arriving at the train station, I remembered that most Italians don’t speak English. In fact, I didn’t speak any English until I had been Italy for over 24 hours.

Looking for food on Saturday night, I was confounded. I didn’t want fast food or pizza because of the bread factor and Passover. I had already abandoned my plans to go to a seder at a Chabad House. Restaurants are intimidating because of the language barrier and all my eating restrictions. Then, of course, after waking up for a long nap, I walked around for several hours and everything was closed except for bars and alcohol establishments. I went to bed without dinner. I woke up late on Sunday, and of course all the restaurants were closed until 7:00 pm. I ended up again walking all around the city, surviving on coffee and Coca Cola Light.

Taking a coffee break, I compared this experience to when I backpacked in ’97. I noted that again there were large periods of time in which I kept quiet –- when I did talk, it seemed like a whisper.

I saw lots of buildings, but had no desire to visit a museum.

Here are some quick observations: CNN was on in English. There are a lot of South Asians in Bologna. A lot of apartments had rainbow “Pace” flags hanging from their apartment. I think “pace” means “peace”.

I walked through an open air flea market. Just like in the U.S., most of the stuff was junk. I went to a big bookstore. It had Wi-Fi, English books, a bar with music, and a see-through floor that exposed an ancient Roman excavation.

I went to a bar/restaurant nearby my hotel. The bartender spoke English. I ate the free tapas and had some drinks.

My feet hurt from walking around so much. That’s what happens when you get lost on purpose. During my ramblings, I joked to myself that I was speaking Italian because I was using my hands to communicate.

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