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So, if you want to know what files are being kept on you, you can get started here. But I couldn't find any place where it might have said whether you can request files on your dead relatives (I was thinking both of them).
On another front, I cleaned out the refrigerator today. Every so often it goes all the way to hell and damnation, and not just when I have mitigating circumstances like now. And anyway, a lot of what I had to toss dated from before the crisis, which is weird because I could have sworn I did this in December. Getting intimate with the refrigerator revealed that the molded shelves in the door, just like the vegetable drawers, the meat drawer, the handle, the shelf that goes over the vegetable drawers, is cracked in unfixable ways. Each of these parts has its own unique way of being broken. So I guess I'm getting a new refrigerator this year after all. I can wait for a sale. I know what I want: something small, energy efficient, with glass shelves, and black (because the nice fellow made us get a black dishwasher, stove and microwave/stove vent combination). I wish shallow refrigerators weren't so much more expensive than deep ones (and only available in extra-large and energy gobbling).
And of course you all know by now that there's a tape that proves that Bush did know about Katrina well before landfall, promised the Army, and then didn't deliver. From Frank: it's clear that the administration is intentionally fiddling while our cities burn, and it looks like they're also burning the cities.
On still another front, at the University today, I counted nine extra shaggy Bambis nibbling the new leaves right in the pedestrian path by the east remote parking lot, and then later I saw them crossing the road and wandering into Family Student Housing. I think they're extra shaggy because they're beginning to shed their winter coat. I think they're wandering around the people part of campus not because they are desperate for food -- this has to be one of the best times for deer around here but because they really like all that young juicy foliage and they have figured out that college students aren't going to make venison stew of them.
Though I did once, when I was a college student. It was road kill, though, which is different, and anyway we tried to save its life first.
ETA: One last note -- Skip Heller has done it again: Here is a remarkable clip of a "mento" musician from Jamaica, Lord Flea. The music is kind of like calypso, and Skip says it's a bridge between calypso and ska, but to me it sounds more directly African than either of those. It's also interesting because of the dancing. A woman who seems to be dressed in nothing much more than a fuzzy panama hat affixed to her butt comes onstage for a while and dances something that looks like voodoo religious dancing, and a man dances around with his banjo behind his head, playing it, and somebody (Lord Flea? or another person?) dances on sand (you know, like soft shoe dancing). It's really beautiful, in an inscrutable sort of way. The name "Lord Flea" is really reminiscent of calypso names.
On another front, I cleaned out the refrigerator today. Every so often it goes all the way to hell and damnation, and not just when I have mitigating circumstances like now. And anyway, a lot of what I had to toss dated from before the crisis, which is weird because I could have sworn I did this in December. Getting intimate with the refrigerator revealed that the molded shelves in the door, just like the vegetable drawers, the meat drawer, the handle, the shelf that goes over the vegetable drawers, is cracked in unfixable ways. Each of these parts has its own unique way of being broken. So I guess I'm getting a new refrigerator this year after all. I can wait for a sale. I know what I want: something small, energy efficient, with glass shelves, and black (because the nice fellow made us get a black dishwasher, stove and microwave/stove vent combination). I wish shallow refrigerators weren't so much more expensive than deep ones (and only available in extra-large and energy gobbling).
And of course you all know by now that there's a tape that proves that Bush did know about Katrina well before landfall, promised the Army, and then didn't deliver. From Frank: it's clear that the administration is intentionally fiddling while our cities burn, and it looks like they're also burning the cities.
On still another front, at the University today, I counted nine extra shaggy Bambis nibbling the new leaves right in the pedestrian path by the east remote parking lot, and then later I saw them crossing the road and wandering into Family Student Housing. I think they're extra shaggy because they're beginning to shed their winter coat. I think they're wandering around the people part of campus not because they are desperate for food -- this has to be one of the best times for deer around here but because they really like all that young juicy foliage and they have figured out that college students aren't going to make venison stew of them.
Though I did once, when I was a college student. It was road kill, though, which is different, and anyway we tried to save its life first.
ETA: One last note -- Skip Heller has done it again: Here is a remarkable clip of a "mento" musician from Jamaica, Lord Flea. The music is kind of like calypso, and Skip says it's a bridge between calypso and ska, but to me it sounds more directly African than either of those. It's also interesting because of the dancing. A woman who seems to be dressed in nothing much more than a fuzzy panama hat affixed to her butt comes onstage for a while and dances something that looks like voodoo religious dancing, and a man dances around with his banjo behind his head, playing it, and somebody (Lord Flea? or another person?) dances on sand (you know, like soft shoe dancing). It's really beautiful, in an inscrutable sort of way. The name "Lord Flea" is really reminiscent of calypso names.
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I would love one of the new shallow fridges because I have to use a reacher to get most of the stuff out of mine (found a new reacher (http://www.gardenscapetools.com/pages/enableEZ.htm) with suction cups that I ordered) but they're too wide for the space in my tiny kitchen. Besides, there's nothing wrong with the current fridge and I have trouble replacing things that still work.