R.I.P. Roe v Wade, and Lesser Items

Diary 6/24/22: Roe v Wade; Republicans; unnecessary suffering; Rachel Maddow; girls in the US; a difficult day; macros for word processing.

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Copyright 2022 (text only) by Alan Carl Nicoll
All Rights Reserved

{6/24/22}

It’s official, Roe v Wade has been overturned by the increasingly useless, arrogant, and wrongheaded U.S. Supreme Court.  This foregone “decision” must grieve any person who (a) thinks, and (b) isn’t mentally enslaved by a 5000-year-old collection of manuscripts written by ignorant and murderous jerks, meaning, of course, the unholy bible.

This horror story was brought to women by the vile repugliKKKan party, who, frequently complaining about “activist justices” and “politicizing the Court” and “big government,” have now revealed again their lying, cheating hearts: they’ve done those things, as well as increasing the intrusiveness of the government into people’s lives.

What is the Supreme Court?  I don’t mean officially, that part I understand, more or less imperfectly; I mean, what is its function in power politics?  It enforces the will of a minority of citizens, notably, the rich assholes who want to control things in the U.S. to get even richer.  These powers behind the repugliKKKan party don’t care about abortion—that’s just a “wedge issue” to get the rubes and fanatics to vote a certain way.

If you care about unnecessary suffering and consider unnecessary suffering evil, then you must oppose this ruling, because it will be the cause of much unnecessary suffering by women and the men who love them.  Abortion has been a political stalking-horse for decades, and that horse is now well-fed and in the barn.

I don’t know what I’m saying, exactly; I have more passion than good arguments bubbling away right now.  What am I to do with this passion?  For starters, I suppose I could be reading the opinions of women, and selecting their words to express what I’m struggling to express.  Rachel Maddow’s show on MSNBC tonight was exemplary on the significance of today’s ruling.

In this country—and I’ve said this often in the past decade—in this country, girls are fucked.  Now they’re more fucked than ever.  I take no joy in saying these things.

“Desert sun”

Today was difficult for me personally, mostly because it was very hot (sightly over 100°) and I did a lot of walking in the sun.  I woke about 5:45 am and met Nog at Panera Bread at 8:00.  My purpose was twofold:  to return the modem to Spectrum that had been replaced by an “upgrade” a couple weeks ago, and to visit with Nog an atrium (defined by Oxford Languages as “a central hall in a modern building, typically rising through several stories and having a glazed roof”), though this one didn’t have a glazed roof, it had netting.  It was a nice place to sit and talk, little visited, apparently, by the people using the offices around us.  The place is full of plants with dusty leaves.  It was about twenty degrees cooler than outside, in part because of a fountain and waterfall that provided rather soothing white noise.  We talked for about three hours about many things, mostly the poet Rumi, and he read a couple of poems aloud.  I expressed some thoughts about his methods, nothing stunningly insightful, and expressed my general incompetence regarding poetry.  There was more, but I’ve forgotten it.

The Spectrum office is in the same large area as Panera Bread; I had “second breakfast” at the latter, then we went to the office and learned that it wouldn’t open until 10:00, so we walked over to the atrium building.  I’d call it “3 or 4 blocks,” a rather imprecise measure, but I don’t have a better.  It was about as far as I could walk without taking a break.  I was carrying the unnecessarily large box that had housed the replacement modem and now contained the old modem, intending to return to Spectrum after we were done at the atrium.

So after our talk I went back to Spectrum (mostly by bus) and waited about half an hour to give them their damn equipment.  They “couldn’t” take the box, this huge building having no facilities for dealing with an empty cardboard box [liars], so I left and went to the bus stop, that was by the atrium—retracing the 3 or 4 blocks in the now-hotter weather.  I did this because the usual bus stop I’d take is in a construction zone surrounded by orange cones.  In fact, that’s the stop where I had gotten off on the return trip.  (This all would be clearer if I’d written it chronologically.)  I was concerned about waiting for the bus only to see it go by because of the cones.  So I caught the bus and saw two things on the trip towards home:  first, there was another bus stop that I had walked right past on my way to the more distant stop (the signs face the other way and I hadn’t looked at this one), and second, the bus stopped at my usual stop (the one behind the cones) to pick up another passenger.  So that final long walk was doubly unnecessary.

This is not exactly fascinating, but the day was quite vexatious so I want to write it.  Once home I ate some things I shouldn’t have (chips and, most urgently, a Klondike bar) and took a nap.  Then I got up and learned about Roe—which I had thought had been done yesterday or the day before.

Now some irrelevancy during these momentous events:  I have macros assigned to many Alt-keys.  I just used Alt-N to scroll the page to a more convenient situation for typing, which made me think of it.  Other assignments that I use a lot are I, for italics, U for underline, B for bold, C to capitalize, L for lower case, F to “fix” something “ to add quote marks—these all apply to the word just typed or the word to the left of the cursor.  Alt-D deletes the word the cursor is in.  The keystrokes saved by these collectively are many.

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Alt-F to “fix” is probably the most interesting:  it will toggle between “write” and “right”, single-digit numbers with the spelled-out version, “two” and “to”, and many others like these.  These are mostly useful for cleaning up dictated speech-to-text, which I use all the time for quotes from books.  If I had to make all the changes “by hand,” I wouldn’t use the dictation app, because it would amount to more work overall than the straight typing.  One key combination capitalizes a word, adds italics, and jumps to the end of the next word; thus, repeated pressing of this (Alt-X) makes correction of book titles vastly easier by combining three functions.

In addition to these functions that I programmed via the Visual Basic macro-programming app in MS Word, I have other macros and some standard functions in a customized “ribbon,” which is what Word calls the display at the top with various icons to do various things.  The ribbon is useful for less-frequently-used functions like starting a bulleted list (and adjusting the indents to suit my preference), inserting a picture or link, adding a footnote, and switching between most-often-used “views”, “show the clipboard”, “add page numbers”, and perhaps the most often used is to apply a customized formatting style.  The diary entries are mostly formatted in “book” which includes a first-line indent (smaller than the Word-normal half inch), “normal” which has no indent, “quote” and “block quote” to apply italics to a paragraph, and “heading 1” which I use for document titles.  Many of these functions are available through the Word built-in ribbons; collecting those that I use most often or are most effectively simplified saves much ribbon-switching and such.

Not that you asked.

Copyright 2022 (text only) by Alan Carl Nicoll
All Rights Reserved

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