Making sense, robot-style

This is so cool, it deserves its own post rather than simply an update. I just realized that the Feedblitzed email version of my last post — and I presume all other Via Negativa posts from here on — contained an audio link at the end. Clicking it generated the following creepy yet delightful rendering, via Talkr.

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5 Responses to Making sense, robot-style

  1. leslee says:

    Whoa. That is weird. Good for blind blog readers, I imagine. The voice quality and inflection ain’t bad – they’re clearly improving the technology.

  2. Brett says:

    I’ve always enjoyed Vienna Gativa–and world incense.

  3. Dave says:

    leslee – Yeah, that’s the idea, I guess. On the one hand, it seems like a cool idea to sign up for a Talkr account and put an audio link at the end of every post (I mean here on the blog, not just in emails), out of consideration for blind readers. On the other hand, I could do quickie recordings of my own that would make much more sense – but being a perfectionist I probably wouldn’t be satisfied with that.

    Breet – Hee! I liked the little “bleep” noise she/it made for the ellipsis.

  4. David Harmon says:

    Mechanical readings of poetry? eew.

    Author readings of poetry? cool!

    (Mechanically generated poetry? Ummm… ;-) )

    Another important point for blind netters is the various “title” and “description” fields for images, and other page objects, (including links). Visual web-browsers sometimes put these in tooltips or status bar, but for a blind reader, that’s all they get. Have you been “being good” about those?

  5. Dave says:

    David – I have with images for the past couple of months, yes. When you copy the code from Flickr, the title they supply is “Photo sharing,” which is useless. So I’ve gotten in the habit of replacing that either with the alt description, or something more descriptive. I don’t believe it violates the Flickr TOS. As for adding titles to links, I suppose I should, but life’s too short.

    I should add that I do have audio for some of the poems at my online collection Shadow Cabinet, and just yesterday I added little audio icons to the appropriate entry in the table of contents. This morning I did one new recording (here) and hope to do more as time permits.

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