I have been exploring emotional advertising lately and was suddenly moved to advertise my own. Unlike Nike's postmodern footwear ballyhoo, Starbucks caramel double triple skim whipped frothy liquid promotions, and Camel's anthropomorphic safari creatures, my emotional advertisements are not for profit. I do not want you to buy my ears, ovaries, knees, or eyelids or have any subliminal hankerings for my sweat and tears. Here is installment numero uno (hello you have reached me, but I am not here):
