Hi,
Re this question of how to use Prizmo: below are two fairly long extracts the
first taken freehand using Prizmo and the second using the stand scan pro.
Neither of these OCR renditions are perfect by any means, however, they are
taken from the newspaper and The newspaper has been folded to give me a smaller
size to photograph. Especially the one using the stand scan pro had to be
folded much more and is by no means lying flat. Thus, at the end of the text
there is quite a lot of nonsense and rubbish. So, for anyone new to using OCR
packages on their phone, these two renditions do at least give you the flavour
of the article in question. I could have chosen to use something flat like a
letter and in that case I would expect the results to be very good both
FreeHand and using the stand scan pro. But I wanted to demonstrate something
that is actually very difficult. In the past, especially freehand, it was very
difficult to get any results at all from the newspaper article. The print is so
bad and because of the size of the sheet one had to move the phone too far away
so the characters would be very tiny. However, Prizmo and TextGrabber are
maturing as apps and are becoming more and more usable both FreeHand and using
a lightbox like the stand scan pro.
With the latest version of Prizmo, I take the shot in the following manner: if
I am using the stand scan pro, I placed the phone on the top of the box in the
right position, I slide the target text inside the box, then I tap the screen
in the middle button where it says quick capture. I touch the same place again
and here take picture, so I double tapped That. And Prizmo does all the rest
for me.
Using Prizmo freehand, nowadays is easier than it used to be. It offers us
sound clues and verbal directions to help us find the correct position in which
to hold the phone. So, if you're new to using Prizmo and your iPhone I suggest
you play with it. Without a light box such as the stand scan pro, it is much
more difficult to get a good result, however, it is possible!
Good luck,
Sandy.
Heaven knows I'm miserable still
Morrissey's memolrs, the best written by a musician since Dylar~ echo the anger
and (vricism of his songs, says ]Veil McCormick
Monissey: Autobioqraphy
480PP, PENGUIN CLASSICS, ~ £8.99 (PLUS £1.35 P&P) 0844871 1515 mmmmm
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"~ ~ anchester is the old I • ] II
fire wheezing its last, I • ] I
where we all worry I V l ourselves soulless, ..L " ._It. forbidden to be
romantic." As fans, we approach musical autobiographies with trepidation,
fearing that, stripped of melody and rhythm, our lyrical heroes will reveal
themselves to be unremarkable artists and shallow thinkers. But from the
opening pages of Morrissey's autobiography, which evokes the grim backdrop of
"Victorian knife-plunging Manchester" with relish, you know you are in good
hands.
With characteristic pretension, Morrissey's first book has been published as a
Penguin Classic, a move that has offended purists - something that, one
suspects, was always part of his intention,
harsh working-class poverty and atrocious education, with only the warmth of a
large Irish family as (inadequate) protection.
Morrissey produces pungent passages on the useless brutality of sink schools,
reminiscences of dejected teachers and tormented children, a cold burning
condemnation of a system where "shame is cattle-prodded into kids who are in
pursuit of bliss amid the unrelenting disapproval".
Still, in the midst of this horror, Morrissey can be sharply amusing.
The sympathy he gains sporting a bandage for a burn teaches him "all I shall
ever need to know about attention and style". He demonstrates how depression
and narcissism can be survival tactics, noting, in passing, that "sadness is
habit forming".
Music and television provided succour, and Morrissey writes illuminatingly
about both, but the real revelation is how his fascination for poetry (picked
up in libraries after school, waiting for his mother to collect him) helped him
develop He seems to understand what makes him so fascinating as an artist and
difficult as a human
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Heaven knows I'm miserable still
Morrissey's memoirs, the best written by a musMan s&ce Dylan, echo the anger
and lyricism of his songs, says Nell McCormick
Morrissey: AutobiocjraDhy 480PP, pENGUIN CLASSICS, • £8.99 (PLUS £ 1.35 P&P)
0844 S71 1515 ~M anchester is the old fire wheezing its last, where we all
worry ourselves soulless, forbidden to be romantic." As tans, we approach
musical autobiographies with txepidation, fearing that, stripped of melody and
rhythm, our lyrical heroes will reveal themselves to be unremarkable artists
and shallow thinkers. But from the opening pages of Morrissey's autobiography,
which evokes the grim backdrop of "Victorian knife-plunging Manchester" with
relish, you know you are in good hands.
With characteristic pretension, Morrissey's first book has been published as a
Penguin Classic, a move that has offended purists - something that, one
suspects, was always part of his intention.
Morrissey carries off this audacious literary heist with a beautifully measured
prose style that comhines a lilting, poetic turn of phrase and an acute quality
of ohservation, revelling in a kind of morbid glee at life's injustices with
arch, understated humour, a langllter that
harsh working class poverty and atrucious education, with only the warmth of a
large Irish family as {inadequate) protection.
Mon'issey produces pungent passages on the useless brutality of sink schools,
reminiscences of dejected teachers and tormented children, a cold burning
condenmation of a system where "'shame is cattle-prodded into ldds who are in
pursuit of bliss amid the unrelenting disapproval".
Still, in the mi&st of this horror, Morrissey can be sharply amusing.
The ssn'npathy he gains sporting a bandage for a burn teaches him "all 1 shall
ever need to know about attention and style". He demonstrates how depression
and narcissism can be survival tactics, noting, in passing, that sadness is
habit forming".
Music and television provided succour, and Morrissey writes illuminatingly
about both, but the real revelation is how his fascination for poetry (picked
up in libraries after school, waiting for his mother to collect him) helped him
develop He seems to understand what makes him so fascinating as an artist and
difficult as a human such a distinctive style, leading from the sharp couplets
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