Computer, theorize

Back in 1999, I was excited by the advances in voice recognition products for the PC. Products like Naturally Speaking and ViaVoice seemed to finally offer a way to throw away the keyboard and deal with the computer in a more human fashion.

I had visions of walking into a room and saying, “Computer, play some music, please.” And it would respond, “Certainly, Stephen. Would you like to make a selection?”

I blame Star Trek for this illusion. My first impression of computers came from episodes where Kirk and Spock would ask the computer to solve complex scientific problems. The conversation would go something like this:

Spock: Computer, is it possible to break the warp ten barrier?

Computer: [click click whir] INSUFFICIENT DATA.

Kirk: Hmm. [thoughtful pause] Theorize.

Computer: [whirrrrr click click click whirrrrr] IT IS THEORETICALLY POSSIBLE.

Kirk: Describe procedure.

Computer: [click click click whirrrrr] INSUFFICIENT DATA.

Spock: Captain, I do not believe this will work.

Kirk: Shh! Computer, theorize

Okay, I guess it wasn’t exactly like that, but those episodes made me want to have a verbal exchange with my computer too. I wanted to accomplish tasks just by asking the computer to do it for me. I wanted to say “theorize” to make the computer perform the impossible. So I rushed out to the local software store and bought a copy of IBM ViaVoice.

Reality, of course, failed to live up to my expectations.

Even after hours of “training”, most of my commands were answered with “I don’t understand your command.” The dictation feature was similarly disappointing. Several days into the fiasco, I was fuming. I decided to write an e-mail to IBM customer service to express my complete and utter disgust with their product. So I started the dictation software and began:

Dear IBM:

I have recently purchased the ViaVoice. And I’m becoming very conscious of the fact that everything nice say is not being dictated correctly.

I’m very disappointed in the software and fully intend to return of 4 full refund. The accuracy, if it can be called the, is beautiful. For example, the last sentence contains the word beautiful. It should have instead of said the proposal. I have no idea where this program is finding these words but it is nothing like Wednesday, or what I and say.

You have no idea how frustrating it can be to speak to the dictation device and not have that dictate what he’s a. I notice that not one single sentence has been correct. If this is intended to be a time saving device that falls across the short of the mark. 0 Fokker!!

Thus ended my experiment with voice recognition.

What’s an F stop?

For lack of anything better to blog about, I’ll post my first test shots from my new camera. I’m still baffled by all of these buttons, knobs, and levers, so bear with me. This is a learning experience.

Swingline

The cube farm is indeed a place of mystery. Why are cubicles grey? Where do recycled documents go after you put them in the bin? Why does the coffee always taste so much worse than the coffee you make at home?

But the biggest puzzle of all is the stapler. We have all seen the setting on the stapler that lets you bend the staples outward instead of inward. Why would you want to bend the staples outward?

I don’t know. It’s a mystery.

Working for the weekend

The weekend can’t be here soon enough. Now that the weather is warm, I’m aching to find a quiet spot where I can shoot things.

Like Emese, I too have a new camera that I’m aching to try. It’s not the drool-inducing professional camera that she bought, but it’s a big step beyond my automatic box-with-a-lens towards a real camera.

I spent some time last night puzzling over new concepts like shutter speed, aperture, ISO, and manual focus. Already I’m amazed by what I can capture in low-light situations. Can anyone recommend a good book on the subject?

In the meantime, as I slog through edits to a new manual, the gorgeous scenery outside of the window taunts me. From where I sit, I can see over Coal Harbour and Stanley Park, and beyond to the mountains. Time to apply my nose to the proverbial grindstone or I’ll be looking at this view all weekend too.

My Favourite Things

With apologies to Rogers and Hammerstein…

Ripping up roses and stomping on kittens

Sporks made of metal and earning a pittance

Brown soggy sandwiches crawling with things

This is what happens when EOL sings.