Fix me with a kiss, my love; fix me with a kiss …*

 

Con me with a kiss, my love; con me with a kiss.

In a hole me with a kiss, my love; in a hole me with a kiss.

On a high me with a kiss, my love; on a high me with a kiss.

Sort me with a kiss, my love; sort me with a kiss.

And if you must, and if you insist,

Unclassify me with a kiss, my love;

unclassify me with a kiss …

 

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* “A con, in a hole, on a high – or sorted?” was the once upon a time tagline of a now very dormant political blog I used to write until a few years ago.  The four phrases related to different meanings of the term “fix”, all of which became the categories and definers of the content:

  1. to fix something – as in a confidence trick or fraud
  2. to be in a fix – as in a quandary
  3. to experience a fix – as in positively pleasurable feelings
  4. to fix a problem – as in repairing or resolving

There was also a fifth category: unclassifiable.

I commonly see the world in such intimately tied together terms.  I think a lot of us around here do.  I’ve never seen it as a virtue, nor anything special.  It’s been a daily happenstance for me.  I just do it.

I’ve seen yous do it too.  And it gives me grand satisfaction.

I hope, equally, what I do continues to provide you with utility and pleasure.

 

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