The End of Self-Service: When we ask too much from our users
Has this ever happened to you: you settle in for what you think is going to be a moderate level
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Has this ever happened to you: you settle in for what you think is going to be a moderate level
Continue ReadingData workers live in an odd space – exposed to the hidden patterns of the world without often being immersed
Continue ReadingCall this the anecdata / sketching fuzzy data edition…. Lots of models exist for discussing grief. I wanted to provide
Continue ReadingI’ve sat through perhaps too many conversations on AI this month. Whether in-person (hi Outlier), online (oh, the discourse), or
Continue ReadingOutlier put out a lot of food for thought. I’m using these posts to digest what I took in and
Continue ReadingAs GenAI moves into spaces we’ve historically held for trusted confidantes, we data people have to delve deeper into our
Continue ReadingYou can’t write a book on functional aesthetics and not consider the external packaging. After all, it’s the first impression
Continue ReadingChildren spend an exorbitant amount of time learning to read and write. For such a foundational skill, it’s a right
Continue ReadingSoha Elghany posed a question on Twitter that stopped me in my tracks. Further in the thread, she brings up
Continue ReadingMark Bradbourne hosts Just 5 Minutes, a podcast explores various themes around Tableau, data visualization, and life in general in
Continue ReadingYears ago, in a blog far away, I started thinking through how to do visualization better. Better, while it sounds
Continue ReadingIn 2015, I asked this question over and over again. I’d jumped from a job where Tableau made maybe 10%
Continue ReadingHello vizzers and chart makers! You got data problems? You’ve come to the right place. Let’s get vizzy. Doc, Hello
Continue ReadingWhen I started working with data, at some point, people started asking about grain. Now, I eat a variety of
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