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Re: CHAT: INTERSYSTEMAL CONLANG

From:Roger Mills <romilly@...>
Date:Monday, July 1, 2002, 20:27
Commenting on Jeff Jones and Dan Sulani:
But what the young whippersnappers of today don't know is the pleasure
 ;-)  ) of
>>correcting mistakes and typos! Intoxicating whiteout fluid that got spread >>to the good stuff as well as the mistakes...
As a fast but inaccurate typist, I contributed mightily to the profits of the good people at White Out-- probably a bottle a week, in the course of typing my 900 page dissertation. The stuff tended to dry up and turn to gum >>chalked paper tabs to try and put
>>over the mistake after you backspaced and the retype was never the same >>darkness as the original...
Those things simply didn't work for me; they didn't completely obliterate the mistake. --- and I never could get the machine to go back
>>_exactly_ so as to cover the lettter perfectly! After putting the machine >>into "neutral gear" and playing with the paper trying to get a >>perfect postioning,
You must have been using a machine that more-or-less justified the type. My old SCM electric (with conventional type-bars) was OK in that respect. It had an interesting feature-- there was a dead key for accents, and you could replace the type-head on it and a couple of other keys, a sometimes uncooperative and finger-dirtying process. The extra heads, of course, cost about $5 each.... Most embarrassing Diss. Moment: When you were ready to present your diss to the department, it first had to be format-checked by a secretary in the Grad School office. Just a day or two before that, I caught major omission from a rule, that took up more than half a page. I added the new material, but then had to retype/expand 2 pages into 3. (This was around p. 680 or so.) Joy at such cleverness-- but I forgot that I'd added a page. So the sec'y was flipping through the pages looking at spacing etc....as she approached the 680s I suddenly realized there were going to be two 686s. Just then she got a phone call, but continued flipping while she talked. 684, 685, 686, 686...a dainty red nail tapped the page, and I returned home to a very boring afternoon of renumbering 200-plus pages. Around 1989 I got a little Casio electronic thing, not much bigger than a computer keyboard, but miles ahead (in my view at the time) of the other available and very expensive "word-processors" like SCM or Brother. Each key could make 4 characters, by using a "control" key, and it had almost every accented char. a linguist could possibly want. It previewed each line in a little screen, so you caught most typos; it had 2 pages worth of memory, which you could edit, correct, and then print. A ribbon cartidge that didn't last long....it could also print without a ribbon, on thermal paper that cost around $15 per 100 sheets. Unfortunately by the mid-90s, Casio discontinued it-- no more ribbon cartidges, no more thermal paper. The last time I used it, I discovered rolls of fax paper, about $5 per 100feet!! a big bargain, but then I had to cut and paste onto 8-1/2 x 11 sheets. That's when I decided I'd better try a computer....... ---------------------------------------------------------------- At least with punch cards, you didn't have
>to retype the whole page (unless, like some of us, you made at least one >typo per card). > >The nifty thing was we'd have to remember to insert an @EBCDIC card at the >start of the deck to tell the system to translate the cards into ASCII, >otherwise it would be total garbage. And then, the job would print out on >an uppercase-only line printer for which administrative computing didn't >bother to supply a correct translation table, so brackets would print as >underscores and underscores as widgets etc. Before the program could be >debugged, the listing had to be deciphered.
You have just listed some of my Top 10 Reasons Not to Like a Computer (vintage 1973, when a sympathetic Comp Sci teacher tried to teach a few of us ling. students all about it. One of us (not me!!) introduced a loop into his material, which ate up all the time we'd been allotted.)