Coolness.

And if you can explain the title entry of this blog -- and you really shouldn't Google -- I might send you a book, but in interest of full disclosure: I have yet to make it to the post office after an entire week of trying. Eudora Welty wrote "Why I Live at the P.O." I would have to write: "Why I Can Never Get My Sorry Self into the P.O. That is a Half-Mile from My House."

Speaking of Welty: For your reading pleasure.

ETA: Dave White got it. But if I can't get Dave White to shell out cash for my books, I'm doomed.