Or, the irresistable force meets the immovable object:
http://www.theregister.co.uk/2008/08/14/cobol_california/
Or, the irresistable force meets the immovable object:
http://www.theregister.co.uk/2008/08/14/cobol_california/
I’ve been thinking about getting into SAP for the last few years and often talked to my fellow guild members and brokers about it (I’m a contract programmer and brokers get me most of my jobs). The usual suggestion was to take a year off and spend a pile of money getting schooled, so I let things slide…
The light finally came on this afternoon and one google later, I found the SAP Developer Network website. Poking around, I found that free registration was required to access the training goodies, forums etc.
One registration and email confirmation later and I’m a brand-new SDN member. My first job is to learn the ABAP language used to program SAP, but I pick up programming languages like dogs pick up fleas; after all, what are command shells, awk, grep, sed and SQL but programming languages, in addition to the usual suspects like FORTRAN, COBOL, C, Python etc.?
There appears to be a download for Windows XP that will let me play around with ABAP, in which case I won’t need to get a SAP job first (which would probably be impossible). There also seems to be an opportunity to download some kind of SAP application to learn on, but it has SUSE Linux Enterprise Server from Novell as a prerequisite. (Dang! Just when I was getting excited about the BSDs…)
Note: ABAP is pronounced Ah-Bop by the cognoscenti because SAP comes from Germany. (If you really want to lay it on, say “zahp” instead of “sap”.) I did two years of German during one of my numerous forays into higher education and look forward to reading the SAP scriptures in the original language.
Anyway, what better for this mainframer than to get retreaded with SAP? I know it’s a big system to get your arms around, but I’ve been doing legacy maintenance on and off for twenty years so big systems don’t hold any particular terror for me.
As Fred Astaire sang in Top Hat:
I’m stepping out, my dear,
to breathe an atmosphere
that simply reeks with class,
and I hope that you
won’t mind my dust
when I step on the gas…
from
http://www.zdnetasia.com/techjobs/0,39064747,42026788p,00.htm
This morning I was reading a book on an open source CMS (Content Management System) called Joomla (Rahmel, Dan. Beginning Joomla!: From Novice to Professional. Apress, 2007. ISBN 1590598482). Joomla is a framework into which you insert website content, and the framework manages things like layout, user management, content submission, pre-publishing review etc.
As I read the third chapter’s section on troubleshooting, the following statements really grabbed my attention:
It suddenly hit me as these sank in that configuring a non-trivial website nowadays is really what we used to call systems integration, an honorable (and once lucrative) calling.
Let’s look at what’s involved:
I remember putting out a certain amount of effort in the early eighties getting my mind around a mainframe transaction monitor, its client/server architecture, SQL and a couple of programming languages. This stood me in good stead for about ten years, and then all hell broke loose:
But I digress…
Many of us had to develop systems integration skills during while interfacing big iron with other big iron, and then big iron with minis and PCs. What hit me just now is that the same skills apply to modern technology, except that instead of worrying about
now we can put away the wire strippers and adjust
The important point here is that the thought process is pretty much the same: you have multiple systems, each complex in itself, interacting and requiring exact configuration to interoperate successfully. Things don’t install, or they install and they don’t work and then you need the same simplify the problem, divide and conquer approaches that worked twenty or more years ago, only in a more abstract space of malleable configuration settings usually stored in editable text files.
An unsettling corollary of all this is that the kids that keep modern software systems up and running need to master a considerably greater wealth of detail than us old folks were ever called upon to learn. Whether modern systems are as reliable is another question (though not addressed here). They are, however, orders of magnitude more capable when they are up and running: I know, because I have had my hand in some for a few years now.
What makes it all work, however, are the online forums where people post their difficulties and usually encounter immediate aid and comfort: without these support networks, a lot of modern software installations would never quite work right, if at all. And because the forums archive their posts and responses, you often need only moderate skill in searching the web to find that somebody already ran into your problem and that someone else already provided the solution. You only need to post a query if your forum search didn’t find the answer.
In summary, the indispensable, highly-paid systems integration skills of yesterday are pretty much expected of the average system admin today. Even worse, the average developer may not get very far without a considerable mastery of the same material unless he or she has chosen to specialize. Specialization, however, is a dangerous strategy in a world strewn with the corpses of yesterday’s technologies du jour. I think Marshall McLuhan nailed it years ago when he predicted that we would end up as hunter-gatherers of information. Welcome to my world.
Another concern of this blog will be to share my experiences as a mainframer struggling to update his skills and remain relevant in the modern world.
Actually, the skills updating is not the hard part: the hard part is betting on the right horses. I recall numerous financial and knowledge investments in really cool software that I never recouped because they were either outmoded by hardware evolution or simply unable to get sufficient traction before I could profit from them. Here are some of them:
Eventually I wised up and started paying attention to the IT trade press and developer news, and refused to plow my time and dollars in products that didn’t promise to last long enough to provide some return on investment. Now I place a technology bet much as I would place a bet in the stock market, taking into account things like
For example: I don’t know Java but I have noted that O’Reilly puts out many times more Java titles than it does C titles. I also got certified in administering the IBM WebSphere J2EE application and portal servers just to get an understanding of how Java enterprise apps are architected, though I’ve never written a Java program myself. If I ever snag a Java job, I expect to pick up the syntax and grok the class libraries without too much trouble because I’ve already encountered OOP on a Python project. I’m also keeping a wary eye on BPEL (Business Process Execution Language) because the kind of programming I’m used to doing may eventually just be an appendage of it.
Anyway, this retreading theme will figure prominently in the blog because it is important not only to me, but to other baby boomer friends of mine who will probably be working for another ten or fifteen years as well. We are mostly contractors, the migrant laborers of IT, following the crops from place to place and often separated from family.
Our situation is not unlike that of Tennyson’s Ulysses :
…
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
…
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
…
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