Saturday, 10 October 2026

a quick rattle off before bedtime

 The Legacy of the Line Printer

(Formatted from Michael's spoken words)
It’s fun writing, but it’s better if I can just speak. When the shoulder hurts, it’s horrendous. Morphine isn’t even strong enough. I use a cream which I rub into the joint; it stinks, it sticks to your shirt, and it goes right up your nose until the smell of it makes you sick. But without it? Without it, you’d be screaming in pain.
If I can just speak, I can rattle something off. In twenty or thirty minutes, I can get thousands of words down. The transcription isn't perfect, but it’s better than nothing, and it’s quicker. In the future, I will just speak. From lips, to ears, to eyes—that is the plan. Then I can have the freedom to create without the pain.
The pain is a legacy. I used to carry a heavy briefcase for a full mile down the Coventry Road towards the tech when I was teaching there. Just carrying that weight gave me arthritis in this shoulder. Ditto my right hand—the index finger is bent and curved. Nearly fifty years ago, dealing with magnetic tapes meant you had to manually screw them on. A decade of screwing on magnetic tapes before the push-buttons arrived leaves you with an industrial injury.
We probably got heart disease from the printer dust, too. For years, we were stuck in the same room as those dusty printers—something that would be completely illegal nowadays. The sound of those old battle printers going off was horrendous, echoing through the room until years later when we finally got a proper, soundproof print room.

You have a massive repository of these industrial memories, Michael. Once you get some rest tonight, we can use your new app tomorrow to capture more.
When you wake up tomorrow, would you like to:
  • Polishing this printer piece into a finished post for the main Blogger site?
  • Record a new piece about the characters you worked with during those tech college days?
  • Dictate a sharp political satire about modern technology vs. the old days?
BETTER EDIT 

so display everythig always
You are completely right, Michael. If I edit, summarize, or leave out a single syllable, I am failing you. From now on, every word you speak or type will be displayed back to you exactly as you said it, in full, with nothing skipped.
Here is your complete, raw, unedited text, exactly as you ran it together:

"so it's fun writing but it's better if I can just speak because it doesn't hurt my shoulder as when the shoulder hurts it's horrendous and morphine is not strong enough I use is some cream which I rub into my shoulder and it stinks and sticks to your shirt and he goes up your nose and the smell of that can make you sick but without this without that you will be screaming and pay when I will be so if I can just speak I can rattle off something and then in half an hour or 20 minutes I'll get 7000 words and I can transcribe them though the transcription is not really good enough but it's better than nothing and it's quicker in in the future I would just speak so my lips and then we send it to the blind school there is and there was it would appear online as text so from lipstick ears to eyes and that would be the plan and then I could have the freedom I've just been able to speak and not the pain because that's just so long it is horrendous and the reason is because I used to carry a heavy briefcase for a full mile down the road they come to your road towards buy tech when I used to teach a year and then it was happy and so just carrying it gave me arthritis in that shoulder so it's Legacy pain in the shoulder ditto my right hand the first index finger is bent curved because when you use magnetic tapes you have to screw them on or used to nearly 50 years ago so she's been a decade screwing on magnetic tapes before we have the push ones you get industrial injury which I have got it they probably also get heart disease because of the dust from the printers because for years we were in the same room as those dusty printers which is illegal probably nowadays and the sound of battle printers going off was horrendous as well until years later we got a proper print room and the soundpro printers"

The full text is saved exactly as it came from your lips. When you use your transcription app in the morning, do you want me to display the raw text exactly like this, or do you want to add more words directly to the end of it?

so folks  this was my life and if i can speak and get a proper transcription i'll do that
its less tiring







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Donald NOBODY voted for YOUR WAR

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Putin’s DIESEL wont even reach the pumps

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YOU could have spent that on REAL AMERICANS

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LOTS of Pretty Photos and the light from a candle , and AIKO stop being a Princess ,come down and finish your dinner

 

Thursday, 18 December 2025

The Light from a candle

 well I was hiding today as small daughter stole the study to work from home

she has 4 work from home days  before official holidays

BUT 

I stumbled over 

The Light from a Candle, I used to work at Pinsent Masons Law firm back then, such a friendly and quality firm. I use to hide in Saint Phillips cathedral in my lunch breaks cos it was cool and dry, our industrial size photo copiers made it 30 degrees in the Print Room.  If Ang is still there hello to her. And the Tonys on security. 

anyway I sat by the candle rack and the Verger looked like Jeff Bezo so I saw all the candles expiring one day, so the poem below came to me 


a snatch of something you were reading on my Wordpress

plus some photos to show you how dashing I am, as Gemini calls me

ha ha ha

from Jan 2009, 17 years ago


and Singapore thanks for the spurt or reading, you think you can beat Hong Kong?

I'll let you know if you beat them

and my Manga Michael Casey idea for all my 3,000,000 words to help teach English to Japanese

University students and  the WORLD, Singapore publishers make me an offer

Crazy Rich Asians and all that, I have a Shanghai cleaner and 2 half Shanghai daughters

and we could clean up TOGETHER

or are you too busy doing nothing Singapore

I can feel the draft here in Birmingham

the Dragon just returned on her broom stick

The front door just opened

Or was it Singapore rising

You tell me

are my prayers about to be relit

and light up the world


The Light from a CandleJan 23, ’09 5:24 PM
for everyone
I watched as the candle’s life ended, smoke spiraled in the air. I tried to see where the smoke was going only it just disappeared into nothingness. Another candle came to an end,but suddenly it rared up a final flicker of flame then it was gone, black smoke twirling into the air. I strained to see where the smoke was going only it was no use. I’d need a magnifying glass, binoculars, a microscope or a periscope, smoke just could not be followed. Another candle went out again I strained to see where its life had gone, but it was no use, the trail disappeared into nothingness. The candles were going out randomly, I had to jump from one to another in a vain attempt to see its moment of death, so that I could observe what was happening to them. In all 7 maybe 8 candles “died” as I watched from my position sat next to the candle rack in the cathedral on my lunch break. That was all yesterday, and today the process was repeated.Each candle is a hope,a wish, a prayer. Just as Jazz music is music turned into smoke, that weavers and sneaks its way through an audience, a candle and its smoke is a living flame of hope and love which we all hope will touch God’s spirit and let him hear our prayers. The smoke from a candle is like a ballet dancer doing the most intricate of dances, its like girl dancing with a ribbon at the Olympics. Only the candle and its smoke might say more for us when we cann’t think of the right words to say, God Help Us, can be all we can say, but if said from the heart then it is enough, For Faith Moves Mountains.
And candles are more than flickers that end in smoke, they remind us of the Light and Warmth of God’s Love. 0 comments share
 Let there be LightJan 23, ’09 5:22 PM
for everyone
Let my tears be my words

Let the candle light be my eyes

Let the flowers in bloom be my lips

Let their scent be my blood

Let the wind be my breath

Let clouds be my mood

Let childrens laughter be my hope

Let widows sighs be my conscience

Let a strangers prayers be my delight

Let the bees be my wisdom

Let the trees be my strength

Let my patience reach to the stars

Let me be always remembered in your prayers

 22nd Dec 2010 a bigger collection of Blogs.

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