
This is a picture of the very, very, very expensive glass pig that I bought in Venice. I don't know why I bought him, but I liked him and bought him. Just that simple. So now he resides in the middle of my desk at work, where I can consult him about troubling issues. He doesn't talk (or grunt) much, but he is an extraordinarily good listener. I get the sense that my fellow co-workers find all of this a little unusual, because the pig has been sitting there for more than a month now, and not a one of them has asked about him or even commented. Just plain, simple, beautiful silence.