It was February 2020. Spark, our in-house Content Management System, was preparing for a major milestone — launching to all the news desks.
Everything was going to plan. Our team had a session to run through the risks and roll out plan. Training sessions were booked with the new users. We had seats beside the main news desk so we could be on hand to support and gather feedback. Celebratory cupcakes and stickers were being ordered.
Then, the world changed.
Spark is a new content management system for FT journalists. It is an easy-to-use tool for journalists to write, edit…
It started off with an alert, telling us that the error rate for the Front Page application is above the 4% threshold.
This had a real impact on our users, with thousands of error pages being shown (somewhat offset by caching in our CDN).
Looking at the error logs for the app showed that the application didn’t have any data for the top stories.
I like my name.
Fun fact: 100% of my friends with babies have named their baby Arjun.
Other fun fact: just yesterday I received a message from a mate saying that if his mom had her way, he’d be named Arjun as well.
My last name is okay too. I mean, there is the occasional niche name-calling. Gadi, meaning car. And Gathiya, the popular gujarati breakfast snack. But generally speaking, it’s obscure enough to go unnoticed and unperturbed.
That all changed in college. I was looking down a registration list of all the students, and to my astonishment found that…
We’ve all been there. It’s 2am on a Saturday night. Operations call because some feature on your front page is broke. You get a PagerDuty alert because some-codename-api is down. You’ve never seen some-codename-api before in your life. You open it up on Github — the only developer that worked on it has now left. It doesn’t install and build locally any more. Product Owner for the feature has moved on to new shiny things and no longer cares about the thing they shipped 2 years ago.
Microservices can be a great architecture for building and shipping things quickly —…
The Mayor of London Sadiq Khan eloquently and succinctly answered the question of his home-ness when asked by a BBC presenter this week. It’s a question that has mildly irritated virtually every second generation immigrant at some point.
But what if people really want to know…
Ah, well, I’m glad you asked.
To understand this, we must really begin with the Indus Valley at around 2000 BCE. There was an ancient civilisation living here, in the area now covering parts of Afghanistan, Pakistan and North West India (affectionately known in the region as North Weezy). …
As a 28 year old with Asian parents, engagement is a hot topic in our family. Nobody wants their child to be the pariah of the community, alone and unloved in the eyes of the law and/or God. And heaven forbid if I was female!
For my parents, as for many others worldwide, my engagement is their primary goal. The competition is strong, and in this post I highlight ways in which you as a parent can achieve your goals of getting your child engaged (and/or married).
Naturally, to be able to improve your child’s engagement, you first need to…
Here in the UK, we don’t get sunlight very often. However when we do, we certainly like to shout about it.
London, being the Capital city, will soak in most of the plaudits. The Evening Standard in particular appears to have the template locked down. Spain, Turkey and Greece seem to get the brunt of the comparisons.
The Daily Mail is not one to be left out of bragging about how much better we are than everyone else at something.
We get it. Cyber attacks sound great on paper, but they’re not the most glamorous thing to portray visually. Last week’s unprecedented ransomware attack led to a flurry of news stories across the world that shared a common thread — the inexplicable use of stock technology photography.
Here is the story as told by stock photos taken from articles around the web.
After years of scouring through old emails and searching the depths of Google, I finally stumbled across what I think was my first ever website — or at least the first one I made in HTML. Naturally it’s far too embarrassing to share the link, but it is an absolute treasure trove of internet clichés.
For context — the website was made in 2001/2002. I would have been 11 or 12. I was a giant wrestling nerd.
I make stuff on the internet.