Sex, Sex, Sex.
No, I am not obsessed with sex. Although I admit this column is a reflection of the way my mind works.
The Breckenridge Zone is, among other things it will evolve into, about reflecting the way my mind works, sharing the somewhat askew (OK, OK I can hear those who know me screaming “profoundly askew”) point of view I see the world from, experimenting, creativity, expressing my sense of humour and a medium to elucidate (to make lucid or clear; throw light upon; explain) my outlook, my perspective on events and the state of people, society, countries, societies, the world, humanity, reality and the Universe.
I received a reply to the email I sent to people I know about the birth of the Zone from the editor of Abbotsford Today informing me that if I used the word sex in every title the number of hits the Zone would receive from the internet would skyrocket.
So while I am not obsessed about sex (enjoy oh yes, obsess no) and the Zone is not about sex other than the foibles it brings about, the first thing that poped into my mind after reading the email is this article and the opportunity to use sex, sex, sex as the title.
The second thought is consideration of how to work the word sex (sexy) into as many titles as possible and to wonder if, as in file names search engines stop at hyphens, reading only the front portion of the word. Does sex-tant read as sex to a search engine?
And so this article came to be in order to let a quirky thought out of my head to reduce the noise and to let the thought out to play with the thoughts of others.