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I've Noticed Lately That It Seems Most Intimate To Not Use Any Closing On Your E-mail At All, Because It Seems To Make It Feel Like You Are Engaged In An Ongoing Conversation - As If This One E-mail Doesn't Represent The Beginning And End Of The Interaction But Is Just Part Of A Perpetual Loop Of Friendly Back-and-forth.

Oversized Houses, Like Oversized Cars, Seem To Be A Particularly American Fixation.

I Finally Overcame My Phobia, And Now I Approach Flying With A Sort Of Studied Boredom - A Learned Habit, Thanks To My Learn-to-fly-calmly Training - But Like All Former Flying Phobics, I Retain A Weird And Feverish Fascination With Aviation News, Especially Bad News.

Everything Rational And Sensible Abandons Me When I Try To Throw Out Photographs. Time And Time Again, I Hold One Over A Wastebasket, And Then Find It Impossible To Release My Fingers And Let The Picture Drop And Disappear.

I Love Tearing Things Out Of The Ground. I Love Digging And Discarding. I Love Pruning. In Fact, I Love Pruning So Much That I Once Gave Myself Carpal-tunnel Syndrome Because I Attacked A Trumpet Vine With So Much Dedication.