vanilla and honey

Khadi's Vanilla and Honey Hair Conditioner. Avoid.

Once, I begged and borrowed a Mills & Boon* from an acquaintance. When I brought it back home to read, I noticed its pages were wavy, as they sometimes get when they've been read in the bath. I opened the book and at the time it smelled like what we used to call 'scent rubbers' (it's not what you think): strong, sickly sweet and stale with having been all over the pages for god knows how long.

The conditioner I used this morning smells like that book. I am feeling ill. Feel free to say 'there there'.  Just so long as you don't pour sympathy like honey or vanilla, I'm good.

Also.

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*The book was by Charlotte Lamb, about some painter dude and some dewy-eyed free spirit, whose heart the man breaks, and who proceeds to fall in love with his son somewhere in the big bad city, and it's all very incestuous and complicated.

My crystal, your mud

The road between clarity and obscurity is paved with the refractive indices of words.

Top Kill or Bottom Nuke?

Since the top-kill (a phrase that needs a post all to itself) has failed, BP now wants to nuke the well. 


Nice! 

Of course the US disagrees. Spills need to be in other backyards before bad ideas begin to look like good ones. (Though, of course, one hopes no one considers it an 'option' in Nigeria or elsewhere.)

Maybe they should consider the worst case scenario.