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This is not a video

Reading time: 2 mins

As I mentioned previously, the opening presentation at TICAD was by Adobe and featured their vision of the future of Technical Communications and information development. Apparently that future includes video.

Video has been available to many for a few years now, yet it is never really the main focus of a documentation team. Tom has questioned this as well:

“For too long I’ve minimized the importance of the audiovisual. Captivate — the industry standard tool for creating screen demos — is actually a relatively simple application. Mastering it and integrating audiovisual into user help will take it to the next level.”

This echoes what Adobe suggest, no big surprise there, but I have to admit that I don’t fully agree.

As a quick learning tool, I’m sure videos (screen demos) are useful, but I wouldn’t really know as I’ve never used one as a primary source for learning about a product and I’m not sure I know anyone who has. Of course that’s not to say they don’t have value and with some research into the intended audience I’m sure it can be proven that they have a valid place in the product documentation set.

However my initial thoughts on the matter are hard to shake.

It may be one of the unwritten rules of documentation, the rules that few people question and may well be inaccurately applied, but I’ve always operated under the assumption that people only use the documentation when they are stuck.

Of course this is a broad sweeping statement but I believe that it is true for the majority of software users. So, if that is the case, what is their mindset when they finally give in (having asked a co-worker and searched Google to no avail) and fire up the online help or open the user guide? Typically they will be annoyed and want an answer or fix pretty damn sharpish.

Why, in that case, would they even consider sitting through a 2 minute video that explains how to use the functionality with which they are currently battling?

To be fair, Tom isn’t suggesting this approach but I think it’s wise to counsel against this trend lest it be used too heavily. A few short demos of how to complete core tasks, accompanied by a comprehensive help system or user guide is the best balance.

My fear is that the “cool” effect will override sensibilities and we’ll be plagued by popup videos and worse in the future.

The written word certainly isn’t the only way to effectively communicate information, and as technology progresses we will all need to carefully match the available delivery mechanisms with the information we need to deliver. The key word here is “carefully”.

I’d love to hear from anyone who is already doing something like this, I’ve not used Captivate, nor offered any form of video as part of a documentation set before as they didn’t match the audience profile but I’d be interested in hearing how successful they were.

Eyes Open

Reading time: 3 mins

Note: This is the last of my posts written whilst on the train home on Thursday.

Hotel life is odd. I don’t think i could be the travelling businessman, constantly moving from one hotel room to another, eating over-priced, rather average food, and ultimately being very very lonely.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice for a time and I’m a friendly enough guy that I can, and do, strike up conversations with strangers. I’m not shy and can usually spend 20 minutes or so chatting to someone before it starts getting too awkward. But then I’d think 20 minutes is about right. If you don’t have anything in common or haven’t start to find a common ground by then it’s probably time to cut your losses and head to your room and the myriad of entertainment possibilities it contains.

It’s a bit like being a big kid I guess, staying at a hotel. You know someone else will clear up after you so if you end up in a twin room then you CAN use one to eat dinner in, gorging yourself on room service pizza and ice cream, then leave the crumb filled sheets to sleep in the other bed. You can push the beds together and spend a hugely entertaining 6 minutes trying to extract yourself from between them when you forget and try and sit down in the middle. And that’s all before you realise that the door is locked, no-one can see you and you really can wander around naked with nary a neighbour in sight, as it were.

At this point I would like to mention that I am not obsessed with wandering around naked, I know I have mentioned it recently but it is not something I actively consider of a morning.

Masturbation on the other hand… (is very tricky… badooomksshhhhh).

In saying that, there is the image of the lonely businessman sitting on the edge of the bed, tissues in hand, watching porn. I think those days may be long gone with everyone and their mother now owning laptops and freely available internet access, opening the full gamut of pornographic content and allowing any kinky indulgence to be enjoyed. No longer must those poor lonely wankers suffer soft-focus, third-rate kicks. Or so I’m told.

Hold up, did I say freely available internet access? Of course I meant the £15 an hour option, or possibly a flaky and unreliable wireless connection which makes the chance of orgasm all the more inprobable, the moment of ectasy stolen away because “You have lost your wireless connection”.

I pause at this point, not to consider what I’ve just written (I’ll leave the sex blogging to those who do it so much more eloquently than I) but because as I am writing this on the train and the most STUNNING double rainbow has just leapt into view. Half the carriage is oohhhing and ahhhhing, and everyone now shares a small smile, a shared moment, a connection. Such simple yet glorious moments should not be missed.

Bugger, it’s disappeared behind a hill. Where was I?

Ohh yes, train journeys. I’m sitting at a table and across from me is another young(ish) man and we are both pecking away at the keyboard of our pristine white MacBooks, both connected by headphone cables in an attempt to block out the rest of the occupants. He didn’t see the rainbow, steadfastly refusing to raise his head, uncurious (incurious?) as to all the fuss and pointing, almost perversely enjoying the isolation. How sad.

It is one thing to enjoy and embrace technology, quite another to lose track of those small moments of human connection that define life. A shared conversation in a hotel bar, the acknowledged embarassment brought by a quizzical look of a maid wondering why she has two beds to clean, a dazzling shimmering light bringing colour to a dour train carriage. These are the moments of life.

It sounds twee, and anytime I start to pondering the joy of such simple things I always have one image in my head, stolen from celluloid, a white polythene bag caught in the wind, swirling around with the leaves.

Such things are all around us, you just need to raise your head to see them.

Homeward Bound

Reading time: 2 mins

The sun slinks away across the fields, the soft faded glow trailing in its wake as the hills become mountains again.

He is heading home.

As the train rattles and rushes onwards a solitary face stares past the reflections to the distant hills. The remnants of daylight pick out a cottage on the hillside, lights flickering inside, idyllic, remote, and surreal. Too picture perfect to exist, he must have imagined it.

Past fields of livestock, sheep glow in the sunset, pools of water emit an eerie glow, now is the time of spirits and stories. He pictures the scene, farmers, warriors or travellers, huddled around the fire sharing tales of mysterious times. The wind whipping round them, ashes and sparks swirling above them as they weave their stories, embellishing wildly, bringing monsters to life.

He ponders the story tellers of today, sitting huddled to tell their tales, the glow of fire long gone but bathed in light nonetheless. Are they worse for it? It is a folly regardless, all he wants is to get home.

He turns to the sunset, pale orange over silouhette, trees form the backdrop, wayang golek that is missing the rod puppets.

Headlights dip and roll on a remote road, blazing signs into view, breaking the gloom. They don’t last long and soon the dark descends further. Items are lost in the dark, towns only exist in streetlight, points of orange on black.

The last wisps of dusk wink out leaving the train as the only energy, moving at a blur, pulling stations from nowhere before discarding them to darkness once more. And then the false dawn begins, the dull glow of sodium and neon bouncing to the heavens to mark the city. Faster, he thinks, faster, almost there, almost home.

Flashes of pale white light pick out hillsides and roads, villages and towns but soon even they vanish as the clouds swallow the moon.

Can’t be long now? Can’t be far from home.

He is always the same, enjoying the journey until it is almost at an end, then willing, wishing and dreaming it was over. Anxiously and silently urging the movement on, hoping others are doing the same. The power of the mind, can we will the train home? Closing his eyes to draw the lights closer, he is almost there.

The final rattle, the lurch as momentum is lost and a new light enters the carriage.

So close now. Almost home.

Thoughts from TICAD 2007

Reading time: 6 mins

Pre-Conference Dinner
The first day of a conference is always a little awkward, introducing yourself to complete strangers is always fraught with danger. So a ‘mingle’ activity is a nice idea, particularly as the TICAD conference makes some play of the networking opportunities, and an informal dinner beforehand certainly made the following day a little easier. As it turns out I bumped into someone who worked at a sister company of my previous employers (it’s a whole complicated one company, then two companies, then one company thing), and we traded some names and stories.

Dinner was good, with many laughs and thought provoking conversation the kind of thing you get when you dine with a bunch of smart, friendly people. One topic which cropped up, and naturally I can’t recall why (did I mention the wine?) was Chess Boxing. Yes, that’s right, Chess Boxing. It was new to me as well.

The Conference itself is aimed at TechPubs managers and was celebrating its 10th year. Organised by ITR it has a focus on translation issues but is largely a TechComms focussed day. I’d heard of TICAD before but this was my first time both attending, and speaking at, the conference. The day was split into four sessions, the third comprising of two breakout sessions, the others more standard presentations. I took notes for all of the presentations but skipped the breakout sessions to go over my own presentation one more time.

Convergence in technical communications
The opening session was kicked off by Mark Wheeler of Adobe, and despite being fairly much a product pitch, it did outline Adobe’s thoughts concerning the convergence of various areas, with internal documentation, public documentation, Help systems, Knowledge Bases, training material and Demos all becoming more and more closely linked. All share similar traits, they all rely on high quality content for example, and organisations are beginning to realise the benefits of sharing information across these areas.

Part of the presentation did flummox me somewhat, and whilst it may have be a cool demo feature I do question the reality of usage. The idea presented was that by using embedded content within a document or help system, you could launch a video or “better still” initiate a text chat session or VOIP call to a support operative to help you with your current issue. Now, my belief is that, for that scenario, people want to get OUT of the help a.s.a.p. Why on earth would I want to sit through a video, or talk to someone and have to explain my issue, when all I want to do is get on with my work?

Naturally the focus was on the new Technical Communication Suite and overall it does look like it adds some value and will be of huge benefit to many technical communications teams. But then demos ALWAYS look good, don’t they…

Adapting structured documentation and DITA
When I saw this presentation listed in the agenda I marked it as one to attend. We are currently heading down the DITA path ourselves and Thomas promised to share some of the issues and pitfalls he and his team had come across. His presentation was excellent and hugely informative. A quietly spoken American, who was at our table for dinner, he covered everything I had hoped and more.

He covered the guidelines they had to put in place for help the writers cope with the move to structured authoring, including their 5 Glorious Principles (and yes I will be ‘borrowing’ this idea), namely that when writing topics:

  1. Standalone chunking – create discrete chunks that contain only information about the topic/type.
  2. Labelling – Titles are explicit, describe the topic (this also stops conceptual phrases like “this section contains” and so on).
  3. Relevance – the content matches the topic.
  4. Consistency – topics are written in the same way.
  5. Reuse – topics are written once and can be used many times.

Working in a large organisation they found they had to hire a dedicated Documentation Product Manager, to coordinate and liase with Technical Publications, Training, Marketing and all other information creators. They also hired a dedicated architect to manage their DTD.

Outlining the drivers for their change, with localisation being the biggest (numerical) business reason, he talked through the planning stages, and admitted that they decided to stick to topic-level reuse rather than ‘conref’ level reuse (in theory you can reuse any single element, so a paragraph or list can be used in multiple topics) although that is something they are currently addressing. As a path to ease the pain of migration it is likely we will do the same, so it’s good to hear others taking the same route.

Technical English made simple
I wasn’t too sure what to expect from this presentation, but was pleasantly surprised. Admittedly as it was focussed more on maintenance style procedures, for hardware, then the suggestions didn’t always apply to a more software oriented team writing (or moving towards writing) in a task based style, there were still many valid points to take home.

Amongst the commonly held truisms, such as writing with an active rather than passive voice, Maria expanded on these topics with several examples, and the basic premise that most technical documentation is easier to read, less ambiguous, and easier to translate, if you simply consider each sentence and make sure you are assigning the task to the reader.

At present we don’t translate our docmentation but I am more than aware that someday, soon, we will be asked to do so. Some of the suggestions made by Maria will form part of new guidelines as we adapted our writing style to be more translation friendly.

In-country translations
Helen Eckersley, of iTR, gave a presentation which I didn’t think I’d take that much from. Focussing on getting the most from the people who review translated material it largely followed general practise for making the most of any kind of review, technical, linguistic or otherwise.

However, as it the way of things, it’s always good to get a reminder of such things, and similarly to Maria’s presentation I did gleen some information that, if put in place, should make translation of our documentation a whole lot easier.

Helen touched on linguistic assets, containing glossaries of approved terms (cross-language), translation memories, style rules for acronyms, product names and so on. All things we can consider now and start to build ourselves.

Using Wikis for Collaborative Authoring
Some Scottish bloke stood up and waffled on about Wikis, illicited the odd smile and largely left everyone bemused.

Vision of the future
The final speaker was Bernard Aschwanden, who I saw present at X-Pubs earlier this year. He is an animated, charismatic and passionate speaker and was given somewhat of a free reign to pull together his Vision of the Future.

He opened with a video, one which I think I’ve linked to before and which still bears repeat viewing.

Frankly the video is enough to get the synapses firing but building on that, Bernad took us back through the history of Publishing, from the first clay tablets, past the Guttenberg Bible all the way to Playboy. He tracked back through the advances in the past 100 years of technology, and then headed into the future.

Breaking things down into two sections, the first of which dealt with the coming 5-10 years, Bernard offered his take on where the traditional Publishing processes would take us. The basic premise is the same, regardless of the timescale, but the way in which information is handled and managed will change. For example, at present we spend a lot of time fudging with DTP packages to get information into a form that is legibile for our readers, in the next 5-10 years that will no longer be an issue (it’s already not an issue for some people publishing from a CMS system, where the template is applied and any layout errors automatically dealt with by the software.

He then tackled 25-100 years and whilst at first some of his premises seemed laughable – pulling the uploading of information from the movie The Matrix for example – he quickly reminded us of the change in technology in the last 100 years.

However, one thing remains true and becomes crucial in the future. All of the sources of knowledge really on people to check and validate the information on which it is built. Those people are the technical authors of today and in 10, 25 or 100 years from now, we will be in a far more powerful position than we are today. Bear that in mind the next time you ask for a raise!

All in all a fascinating presentation which I’m not doing justice. If you ever get the chance to see Bernard speak, do so. You can always tell when people are passionate about something, and he also has the knowledge to back that up.

My final thoughts
Sitting, as I am, on the train on the way home, it’s easy to pontificate about the things I’ve learned. Everyone returns to work after such an event with a little extra enthusiasm and grand plans for change. However this time I do genuinely feel that there are things I will take from this conference that I WILL put into action, some of them require little extra work but can have huge benefits, others will need more contemplation but are equally valid.

The conference was very slick and well organised, credit to Tanya, Sally and all the other guys and gals from ITR, they certainly made it a very relaxing experience for me, very much appreciated as it was my first time as a speaker.

If you are a team lead, a manager, or have any sort of big picture thinking about Technical Communications then I highly recommend you head along to TICAD next year, you’ll find something of interest without doubt.

Hopefully I’ll see you there.

Homeward Bound

Reading time: 2 mins

The sun slinks away across the fields, the soft faded glow trailing in its wake as the hills become mountains again.

He is heading home.

As the train rattles and rushes onwards a solitary face stares past the reflections to the distant hills. The remnants of daylight pick out a cottage on the hillside, lights flickering inside, idyllic, remote, and surreal. Too picture perfect to exist, he must have imagined it.

Past fields of livestock, sheep glow in the sunset, pools of water emit an eerie glow, now is the time of spirits and stories. He pictures the scene, farmers, warriors or travellers, huddled around the fire sharing tales of mysterious times. The wind whipping round them, ashes and sparks swirling above them as they weave their stories, embellishing wildly, bringing monsters to life.

He ponders the story tellers of today, sitting huddled to tell their tales, the glow of fire long gone but bathed in light nonetheless. Are they worse for it? It is a folly regardless, all he wants is to get home.

He turns to the sunset, pale orange over silouhette, trees form the backdrop, wayang golek that is missing the rod puppets.

Headlights dip and roll on a remote road, blazing signs into view, breaking the gloom. They don’t last long and soon the dark descends further. Items are lost in the dark, towns only exist in streetlight, points of orange on black.

The last wisps of dusk wink out leaving the train as the only energy, moving at a blur, pulling stations from nowhere before discarding them to darkness once more. And then the false dawn begins, the dull glow of sodium and neon bouncing to the heavens to mark the city. Faster, he thinks, faster, almost there, almost home.

Flashes of pale white light pick out hillsides and roads, villages and towns but soon even they vanish as the clouds swallow the moon.

Can’t be long now? Can’t be far from home.

He is always the same, enjoying the journey until it is almost at an end, then willing, wishing and dreaming it was over. Anxiously and silently urging the movement on, hoping others are doing the same. The power of the mind, can we will the train home? Closing his eyes to draw the lights closer, he is almost there.

The final rattle, the lurch as momentum is lost and a new light enters the carriage.

So close now. Almost home.