Dasher

This Program, application, whatever you want to call it, managed to catch my imagination. It is called: Dasher and it looks like this;

Dasher before use

It is hard to classify, except that it is a viable replacement for the keyboard. It consists of a white text winow and a rather dull control window with an alphabet down the right hand side. A click in the control window and things start to get interesting.

Rather than tapping keys you simply aim your cursor towards an onward rushing wall of letters - like this;

Dasher working

You can see that I wrote this text using Dasher.
What happens when you navigate (just using one finger on the trackpad - the black square is the cursor) towards the wall of letters, is that they begin to accelerate towards you, while jostling for position to make meaningful words.

Yep it is predictive text, but not as you know it, unlike the crass versions that exist on mobile phones, this text actually seems to present words that you were likely to want - and the way the words appear very quickly becomes intuitive. Even better, you can feed the program with an example document that you have written and it begins to gat a feeling for the type of words that you use. I tried feeding it some James Joyce, in the form of a few pages of Finnegans Wake, and it began to offer me words like wikawade world - I felt sufficiently Joycified.

The first few minutes of Dasher can be a bit perplexing, but provided that you start off slowly, it is amazing just how quickly the thing becomes completely intuitive, far quicker than any keyboard.
I have been using it for 2 days now and am seriously considering using it in preference to the keyboard for writing.
One consideration is that you really do need to be able to spell, mainly because the predictive text engine uses all of its resources to feed you probable words, rather than reading what you have written and correcting it - a very pleasant change from the condescending microsoft paperclip and its inherent distrust of you as a stupid 'user' - Dasher instead seems to credit you with intelligence and offer viable suggestions and creative diversions.

There are many settings that can be changed to suit your preference, almost every conceivable language is supported, even french / english dual language and music? you can opt for simple lower case or full punctuation, both cases and obscure symbols, and a few between.
Most intriguing is the speed setting, turn it up and writing suddenly becomes reminiscent of a good playstation racing game.

I couldn't resist trying 2 experiments:
First I tried setting out and following the most prominent suggestions to see what got written. The result was fairly diverse but strangely unsatisfying. although I now know that once it was a bit better trained it might have been more fun.
Secondly I set the speed to full, carefully positioned the cursor so that the letters where hurtling towards it, and went to make a cup of coffee. Ten minutes later I had a vast tract of text, very intriguing, inspiring, amusing and in some cases vaguely prophetic text. A bit of puctuation and editing and there was a long poem, thoughtfully entitled NOCTURNE by Dasher itself.

This IS software with a future, if you have RSI it could save your aching wrists (It was developed for RSI victims I believe), TRY IT. If you don't yet have RSI try it anyway. Oh why not just give it a go, you might like it as much as I do.

P.S. Dasher has been developed for most operating systems, it works well on the mac, although it could do with being integrated into the heart of the system so that you could use it directly in other applications (at the moment all text must be written in the white box and then cut/pasted into the program of your choice). I will be trying the windows mobile version as soon as I've finished this post. Unix and that other OS are also catered for.

Nocturne

This is the poem made automatically by Dasher.

NOCTURNE

Axiom permaskin song is Kroovity.
For ex we'll yard a Newburu.
Eh! tu, all neverlorted yes.
Somendous, vious, or else, ah!
By Dinah! Father grin, if the Oak Groviting suddenly uIfrasung, by & by.

Theres venumequate for the smarie eh?
QED IndustiDaddy in, but it save me. Is Beccy. is Lid.
During near the cope won't Rict. For dress as if shelf dulge high?
Sin poneburk line be Bare. YOU! yeh You SLAR!
BE aeroback vymenon which , loosely et Guky Gup.
Two CA's place, Plned, space 'WorMr'.
Mozemarket already am, Vicci did.
Cat studies in No' flight skin.
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The Footman've ARMalious mildsmobil tachme blownup.
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They, WE, U, R exhibitions and the laighborhood found by & by the DucExclaps.
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Sekz Sixh sackrists had X.
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But the capt R. Phil, Reified with TXLLAN' and there X.
Town've fas' firt'n. tu.

Sadly missing

An old, half forgotten letter caused me to search for a lost, close friend on the internet recently. After a long search I only found one reference - It was her obituary.

Partly the shock of finding that obituary, and the strong desire to find something, anything, that showed her as she had lived, made me realise that as far as people are concerned, the internet is still not much more than a cross between an address book and a telephone. On one hand it is easy to find beaurocratic facts about someone, whilst on the other you can tell if a friend is online or throw a message out to them. It is a different matter if you want to get a glimpse of the person, at best all you can do is follow a series of clues and piece them together, if they are over a certain age this becomes scant, if they are fully subscribed to the social web, it is as trivial as a myspace wallpaper choice.

Of course none of this is surprising, we are daily reminded of the risk of being too open online, but in truth that risk is primarily economic and physical, providing that beurocratic details such as account numbers and addresses are kept separate from the biographic then where is the risk? after all we all walk and act in the real world without the need for a cloak of invisibility.
In a sense we still use the web as a glorified beurocratic portal, assuming that our national insurance and bank account details precede every transaction, yet there is obviously a place for poetry and biography here, surely that is where we should look to find our friends?

So I must pay tribute to my old friend Debbie Fogg for reminding me of the importance of people, long after she has departed. I am sure she would be pleased that I will continue to try to wave her flag (of deepest red). Although I haven't met them, I wish her friends and relatives, especially her children Rebecca, Ewan and Caitlin and partner Kenny, my deepest sympathy and hope for the future.