Installed Dragon System NaturallySpeaking voice recognition (version 10, I haven't upgrade to 11 yet) and did the minimum training. Fired it up and . . . well, you can judge for yourself . . .
This is what I actually spoke:
This is my first test using voice recognition software on the Sony VAIO. So far, so good. It does seem to recognize my voice and use the built-in microphone effectively. This will really change the dynamic of typing on this undersized keyboard. I'm actually sort of amazed it is doing so well. More typically, when I start dictation after a new installation of the software, I find it a little rough and it mis-registers a number of words at the beginning until I do a little refined training. This very first paragraph, however, appears to be just excellent. I have no doubt that I'll end up using voice recognition a great deal with this laptop so I can avoid typing and, while I'm on the road, respond to e-mails and make field notes without having to struggle with the typing aspect of a netbook.
Read back by me for voice transcription:
This is my first test using voice recognition software on the Sony VAIO. So far, so good. It does seem to recognize my voice and use the built-in microphone effectively. This will really change the dynamic of typing on this undersized keyboard. I'm actually sort of amazed it is doing so well. More typically, when I start dictation after a new installation of the software, I find it a little rough and if Ms. registers a number of words at the beginning until I do a little refined training. This very first paragraph, however, appears to be just excellent. I have no doubt that I'll end up using voice recognition a great deal with this laptop so I can avoid typing and, while I'm on the road, respond to e-mails and make field notes without having to struggle with the typing aspects of a netbook.
Accuracy: 98.7% accurate, 162 words/punctuation with 2 incorrect. [I'll take that any day.]
A bit more rigorous of a test. I'll read (with punctuation) three opening paragraphs that might be familiar:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the Up of belief it was the talk of incredulity it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way --- in short, the period was so far like the present period, but for some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
There was a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large job and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the boards of the state reserves of moves and fishes, that things in general were settled forever.
It was the year of our Lord 1775. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England that favored., as at this. This is South cup had recently obtained her five and 20 blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the lifeguards have heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the cock Lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after wrapping up its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out pairs. Near messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English crown and people, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the cock Lane. Perhaps, less favored on the whole to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and Trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness downhill, making paper money and spending it. Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained herself, besides, with such humane achievements in sentencing a youth to have his hands cut off, as Tom torn out with pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeled down in the rain to do honor to the dirty procession of monks which passed within his view, at a distance of some 50 or 60 yards. It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods of France and Norway, there were growing trees, when that sufferer was put to death, already marked by the Woodman, fate, to come down and be song into boards, to make a certain movable framework the sack and a knife in it, terrible in history. It is likely enough that in the rough townhouses of some tumors of the heavy lands adjacent to Paris, they were sheltered from the weather that very day, rude cards, be spattered with rustic mire, snuffed about by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the farmer, death, had already set apart to be his tongue Bruins of the revolution. But the Woodman and the farmer, though they work unceasingly, works silently, and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be a theist will and traitorous.
Accuracy: 96.24% — and this with minimum training.
And, is it really fair to dock its accuracy for missing "Mrs. Southcott," "sawn," "bespattered," and "tumbrills"? What the hell is a tumbrill? [Encarta: a cart used to carry prisoners to the guillotine. Well, now I know.]
In general, the accuracy of my manual typing: less than 40% — and I am pretty sure I'm not kidding about this. Because I know you think I'm kidding, behold — and remember that the software is trying to correct my typing as I proceed, so there were actually more mistakes than you see here.
It was the best of times, it was the worsot of times, it was the age of widsong, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epock of velief it was the ppoci of incerdulity itw a the eseasong of light, it ws th eseasong of darkeness, it was the springt of hop, itw was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing beofre us, we were all going direct to Heave,m aw were al going diredt the other way --- in short, the period was so far elike the present period, bifor some of its noiseiest authoristies insiste don its being received, for good orfor evil, in the superlative degree od comparison only.
So, Dragon Systems NaturallySpeaking gets, ahem, ten thumbs up from me, even on the Sony netbook. I trust this puts your ppoci of incerdulity to rest.