This month, the digest will, once again, be a little late. I just got the rough sketch from Vince's illustration for "Untitled 23" last night (it's gonna be gorgeous, the finished piece). And Sonya and I still have a ways to go on our collaboration. I'm hoping that the digest will go out on Tuesday or Wednesday. For my part, I'd rather it be done well than be done on time, and I hope you feel the same. I do thank you all for your patience.
Over at "Tropism," Tim Pratt has very nice things to say about Daughter of Hounds.
We're getting a foretaste of autumn, just in time for Mabon. We needed sweaters for our walk last night. The sky has assumed that startling, disarming shade of bottomless blue. I am made uneasy by such wide monochrome skies. But the nip in the air is nice, I must admit.
The Shakespeare binge was interupted Tuesday night by Prachya Pinkaew's Ong-bak (2003), because Byron said we should see it. And yes, Tony Jaa does have the moves. Then, last night, we watched Ralph Nelson's Lilies of the Field (1963) with Sidney Poitier. It's an old favourite I'd not seen in a while. Spooky made a marvelously spicy bean and cabbage soup for dinner, a Spanish recipe, which we shall have again tonight.
Ah, and here's a photo Spooky took Monday of a mantid visitor to our front porch (behind the cut):