Talking to Claude Code and Codex

Handwriting was always problematic for me. My fifth-grade teacher, Mrs. Cloud, placed a high value on well-formed cursive strokes that she flowed smoothly onto the blackboard. At my desk I struggled to copy her examples and failed miserably. In middle school, with no one judging my handwriting, I abandoned cursive in favor of printing my letters which was slower but at least I could read what I wrote. In college, needing to take notes faster than I could print them, I forced myself to relearn cursive. In the 1970s my portable device wasn’t a laptop computer, it was an electric typewriter that I used only for final copy. I composed in longhand on yellow legal pads. By the early 1980s, when it finally became possible to compose on a computer, I thought I’d left handwriting behind forever. Take that, Mrs. Cloud! No more clumsy scribbling with pen and paper! Or so I thought, until the keyboard began to take its toll. My struggles with RSI began in the waning days of BYTE magazine. I’d…