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Converting the
Heathen
March 13, 2003
Dave Kamioner, Director of Marketing
When I first came to this industry from the world of politics, which wasn’t
that long ago, I was at a general loss on how to explain what I did now to
my heathen non-IT former colleagues.
I eventually hit on the ‘garage’ metaphor.
If a web site is a car, then shared hosting is the garage, managed services
makes sure the car runs and a dedicated server is your own garage.
Call it ‘Kamioner’s Maxim’.
Simplistic? Yes. Even infantile? Uh huh. But, as I went on ad
nauseam in my
last missive to you kids, required policy in dealing with the heathen.
Why so?
Because I’ve come to find that most folks out there think that who hosts
their site doesn’t matter very much. They figure if it’s up most of the
time, and they define that “most of the time’ very loosely. They get
their questions answered (a typical one being: “How do I put that little
mark over the ‘e’? It isn’t on the keyboard.”), there isn’t much difference
between companies like DNI, Rackspace and JoeBob’s Web Site Hosting and Live
Bait.
But, as we all know, there is a slight difference between DNI and JoeBob’s.
At JoeBob’s, a worm is a good thing.
How to overcome this apathy?
Fact and evidence. It doesn’t take a news junkie to realize that a web site
does you no good at all if it isn’t up and running properly due to an attack
or bad maintenance. That is important to know for firms who use their sites
as online brochures, but goes doubly for e-commerce types.
Granted, there is an element of fear inducement here, but, dealing with
legitimate security concerns is not exactly paranoia.
Another is ROI. Some non-IT types can be pretty testy about the moola
they’ve invested in a product which they believe is developed by and
maintained by pierced eared baseball cap wearing backwards mid-twenties
slackers. No problem.
Enter the grownups in this field to sooth them and allay their fears with
non-IT real person verbiage and a knowledge that nothing matters unless it
positively affects their bottom line.
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