The certification validates basic knowledge of cloud services and how those services are provided with Azure. Fundamental knowledge of cloud concepts, along with Azure services, workloads, security, privacy, pricing, and support.
Key Concepts covered by certification:
Core Azure services
Core solutions and management tools on Azure
General security and network security features
Identity, governance, privacy, and compliance features
Azure cost management and Service Level Agreements
I got my first certification. I’ve been in IT for more than a decade and have always been fearful to attempt getting certifications. I had a fear of failure. I realize now there is no shame in failing a certification test, it just means you need to keep studying. Luckily, I passed! Define your goals and do the work to achieve them.
I’ve been following Gartner’s magic quadrant and the Forrester Wave for a while now and decided to compare them for BI platforms, Integrations, and DB/DW. There are differences in what kind of platform and the attributes for scoring by each, but I wanted to try to line up the closest kinds of platform analysis that I had seen by each. I think it would be interesting to show how these have changed year-over-year to get a feel for momentum.
I didn’t pay for redistribution licensing for these, so I hope they don’t come after me.
That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations – at their song, The salmon‐falls, the mackerel‐crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress, Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments of its own magnificence; And therefore I have sailed the seas and come To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be the singing‐masters of my soul. Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is; and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.