before seamus left for India a little over a week ago, we (Al, the cutest girl on earth™ and i) told him he had to bring us back some sort of Ganesh statue. he came back with a boatload of Ganeshs for everyone, but very special ones for me and Al. al’s is a bitty Ganesh playing the violin, which is cool because Al plays the violin. mine, however, is better. mine’s a Ganesh writing something with his broken tusk. yes, Ganesh the writer. but better than that, even better than that, it’s a writing Ganesh trapped inside a glittery snowglobe that also acts as a pen holder. how rad is that? pictures will follow when i get home.