Sometimes things are only in one's head.
When I wrote of Hong Kong fashion last week, it was partially a tribute to the otherworldly fashions of Camelopardalis' giraffes, found here or here.
And yet I completely forgot to mention them.
All of you who subscribe by email ought to know that there are usually significant differences between the email that is sent out (when the balloon flies up and the posting first goes out) compared to what floats on the website a half hour or so later.
Because of the disconnect between what your humble scribe is sure is (or needs to be) on the screen, and what really is (or needs to be) on the screen.
It is usually better to visit the real site and use the email as a reminder, because the finished posting is almost always different from the earlier email you will have received.
Sometimes you get lucky and find some four-leaf clovers, as I did here in Cambodia, when you open the email.
But, my skill, if any, lies in re-examining what I have written and making amendments within the time I allow myself.
I allow the momentum of the instant edit to sweep away the detritus that I thought was fine before I published.
The panic of realizing that now is too late, that the first few visitors are already staring in bewilderment at what I have posted; that is when the scales fall away from my eyes and I truly read my posts. I then swoop onto my words as the hawk swoops onto his prey, hoping to break the spine of rebellion and render the text more fit for consumption.
So, by all means, receive the email.
But, please, go to the website to read.