information, especially facts or numbers, collected to be examined and considered and used to help decision-making, or information in an electronic form that can be stored and used by a computer.
Oh heeeeeell no. Me and data? That’s about as tragic a communion since two star crossed lovers hooked up in Verona. What sort of punk ass advice is that.
Besides, I don’t even know what data really is. Don’t even get me started on the spreadsheets. And everyone who does data looks a little like this, right?
But hey-ho, he’s got a cigarette and I guess they used to be ‘in’. Plus, big framed glasses 1,000 years before their time is hipster. Maybe I’ll give my old pal Google a call and see what’s up.
“Shalom Google, m’ old chum. I’ve heard on the grapevine that you know a little about data. What’s the scoop?”
“That was fun, and a pretty big buildup. What’s actually being done with data then?”
“Classic. But c’mon – I’m not doing this just to get a young girl grounded. Is it actually doing anything with any importance?”
“OMFG, data’s actually pretty awesome – but data scientists are still just a bunch of dweebs, right?!”