By Catherine Wagley
By Catherine Wagley
By Wendy Gilmartin
By Jennifer Swann
By Claire de Dobay Rifelj
By L.A. Weekly critics
By Catherine Wagley
By Zachary Pincus-Roth
|Art by Dave Shulman|
Over the years, I've done my best to stick to that maxim, never again adopting dictation as a writing tool. Yet today, I'm leaving history behind to take another stab at translating talk into prose. My motivation here is simple -- to test-drive Dragon NaturallySpeaking Preferred voice-recognition software, a computer program that theoretically "recognizes" its user's speech and re-creates it in the form of written words. Though my experience makes me skeptical, such a notion continues to fascinate me, if for no other reason than my own laziness, my desire to find an easier way to work. After all, should it live up to even a fraction of its promise, voice recognition might represent a kind of electronic missing link between language and its electronic simulacra, enabling us to eclipse at least some of the distance between writing and speech. Sure, I tell myself, this is dictation, but unlike the static receptivity of the tape recorder, it's dictation of an interactive variety, in which you can see your sentences take shape as you frame them, much as you would with traditional text.
Of course, when it comes to voice recognition, interactivity takes place on a number of levels all at once. For me, the first involves actually having to leave my house and drive over to the Weekly, where the NaturallySpeaking software has been installed on one of the paper's machines. It takes a lot of memory, after all, to run a voice-recognition program, a lot more memory than I have at home. But if, on the one hand, I'm looking forward to seeing how NaturallySpeaking works on a computer that can handle it, I'm also more than a little wary about using it in what is, essentially, a public setting, with people working all around me as I sit in an office and talk to myself.
That sense only increases when I get settled in before the computer and prepare to customize, or "train," the software to identify the inflections of my words. First I adjust the headset until the microphone is the proper distance from my mouth; then I talk my way through a couple of preliminary steps, making sure, as NaturallySpeaking reminds me, to enunciate every syllable, as if I were talking to a recalcitrant child. After a minute or two, I start to feel more comfortable, but still, I can't keep from speaking quietly, at times so quietly the software can't "hear" me.
NaturallySpeaking asks me to spend 30 minutes reading into the microphone, offering a choice of pre-programmed texts, including Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the Roald Dahl classic, which I've only recently finished reading to my 4-year-old son. There's something delightfully whimsical about discovering works like these in the middle of a software-training process, and as I begin to read from Charlie, I imagine a roomful of computer programmers laughing somewhere, as if they and I are sharing a joke. Yet before too long, I feel the knife's edge of self-consciousness again, as if, in doing this, I've slipped the bounds of logic and fallen headfirst down the rabbit hole. In that regard, it might have been more appropriate to select Alice, more reflective of the effort to "communicate" with a computer -- an idea that is, essentially, absurd.
How absurd begins to be apparent once I finish reading and start, as it were, to "write." I speak a sentence and watch as, seconds later, it emerges on my screen. Although it's a bit disconcerting to dictate punctuation marks -- "When I was 18 comma," I say, "I decided to write a novel by dictating it into a tape machine period" -- I am attracted by the machine's fluidity, its ability (or so it seems) to understand. That's the lure of voice-recognition software, and using it, I feel as if I'm living in science fiction, like I've become a character in a film. The first time I ever saw voice recognition was in the movie Being There, when the character played by Melvyn Douglas has a heart attack while dictating, and we watch his computer record his struggled gasps. And sitting here, with paragraphs flowing like water across my monitor, I find it hard not to be tempted into believing that writing might one day be this simple, this unfiltered and direct.
Find everything you're looking for in your city
Find the best happy hour deals in your city
Get today's exclusive deals at savings of anywhere from 50-90%
Check out the hottest list of places and things to do around your city