I've written about Mr. Buddha before. He still graces the white marble top of a walnut and maple Victorian desk in the bedroom, a 1840's gilt mirror above reflecting his light. The red tulips in an old cut glass ice bucket were an ad-hoc addition on Christmas Eve, when I bought more than I could fit into a vase in the living room. I plunked them down, then lit the candles: light upon light (the darkened screen of an iMac is at Mr. Buddha's feet). The bottle to the right? It's grappa (Stravecchia) from Northern Italy: a gift from a student which provides another kind of glow.