Who really cares?

 

I listened with interest yesterday, I don't remember quite which program it was on National Public Radio, npr, but it was a piece done on how dictation writing was different than handwriting and hadn't writing was different than type writing and though the article did come right out and say it per se there were thoughts that one was better than the other as far as value and such. I'm sure it's an old argument oh, I also think part of this was the perspective on how artificial intelligence is changing the writing the pureness of the upcoming Generations. I have to admit I kind of believe to a certain degree that typing writing is probably more direct then dictation. Sure typing is slower but that's slowness assisted thinking about what I'm writing. And I'm really sure if I was riding long hand that would actually be a lot more creative trouble is now nobody can read my riding long hand not even me. And since I don't really have access to the old type of typewriter that's not an option either unless I guess I use the keyboard as a typewriter and that might be a function I could do still I would not be able to get thoughts out as quickly as I can doing the dictation thing. Maybe that's the reason is that dictating you get a lot of thoughts out quickly and they're all kind of Half Baked. So I guess if a person was willing to go back and synthesize and boil down the thoughts that were thrown out on the dictation that might bring the writing back down to real riding again. Maybe dictation is somewhat akin to inflation the more words you get down the less viable the subject matter is. At the end of the dictation the writer has to go back and boil down what's on the page or screen to something usual.

Finally the weather is beginning to break. The monsoon is finally getting to the Wasatch Front. There was actually precipitation hitting the concrete today outside my window and the Glorious smell of rain off of concrete. There wasn't a whole lot of the wet stuff that came down today but the clouds were glorious as were the Warm Winds and the promise of electricity being thrown across the sky. Hopefully tomorrow they'll be even more. I don't know how long this Monsoon will last but the longer the better and I'll enjoy every last minute of the Dark Skies. My wound care nurse showed up today to change my dressings and to assess how well I tend to be healing. Looks like we're about done and it feels like that way too thank goodness. However there was some blood on my pad this morning when I got up I don't know what that really means but it's very small drops and I'll just have to keep an eye on things. Monday is the next scheduled appointment for my wound care folks. They're actually going to show up to do an assessment to see if I stay on the service or not. I'm sure they will assess that I'm Healed for the time being and that's okay by me. I must admit though I've enjoyed having this much attention by people who don't know what they're doing as far as wounds go. I'm a little unsettled by the fact that they won't be here anymore and that should I get another open wound - - which I will I know I will - - I'll have to go through the whole process again of having my physician script out the wound care folks and the whole thing starts over again. I am thankful that I have that option more than any of you understand or can appreciate…