decorated in finery
Nov. 20th, 2005 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I took a subdued delight in my clothes today. For church, I chose a dark sport coat, a red short-sleeved shirt, and a print tie with green and black drawings of stegosaurus on them. Today's scriptural verse: "make a joyful noise unto the Lord". I thought to myself how I got the "loud" component of noise down pat, and am making a solid down payment on the "joyful" thing.
My picture hosting service sent me one of those e mails that alerted me that I could review counters of who had viewed my various hosted pictures. The winning picture, by a sheer landslide, was the Ford Crown Victoria which I sold after allowing its engine to become ruined. One thousand three hundred people viewed this picture, after I wrote advertising copy which denigrated the car. While the ad ran, strangers wrote me e-mail to tell me how much they liked the honesty of an advertisement that admitted that the car was a perfect storm of ruin.
I have a cousin who is a buff of vintage "boat" cars--old Cadillacs, Galaxie 500s, and the like. For some years, he maintained a used car dealer's license so that he could pursue not only acquisition but sales in a strictly licensed way. I'd love to have a used car dealer's license, too. I'd drive out to the remote countryside, where December features hand-printed signs offering cedar trees for yuletide decoration, and
unexpected wonders of automotive non-excellence sit available for a few hundred dollars. I'd love to buy low, sell high, and always sell with honesty and integrity. I would delight in writing advertisements which
laud the flaws in each vehicle. If I met an artist, I've have the car decorated, and split the proceeds. I'd never tote notes, or otherwise do heavy lifting. I'd just be wild and free, a mercantile hobbyist, trying to make each eBay advertisement more outrageous than the prior one.
My picture hosting service sent me one of those e mails that alerted me that I could review counters of who had viewed my various hosted pictures. The winning picture, by a sheer landslide, was the Ford Crown Victoria which I sold after allowing its engine to become ruined. One thousand three hundred people viewed this picture, after I wrote advertising copy which denigrated the car. While the ad ran, strangers wrote me e-mail to tell me how much they liked the honesty of an advertisement that admitted that the car was a perfect storm of ruin.
I have a cousin who is a buff of vintage "boat" cars--old Cadillacs, Galaxie 500s, and the like. For some years, he maintained a used car dealer's license so that he could pursue not only acquisition but sales in a strictly licensed way. I'd love to have a used car dealer's license, too. I'd drive out to the remote countryside, where December features hand-printed signs offering cedar trees for yuletide decoration, and
unexpected wonders of automotive non-excellence sit available for a few hundred dollars. I'd love to buy low, sell high, and always sell with honesty and integrity. I would delight in writing advertisements which
laud the flaws in each vehicle. If I met an artist, I've have the car decorated, and split the proceeds. I'd never tote notes, or otherwise do heavy lifting. I'd just be wild and free, a mercantile hobbyist, trying to make each eBay advertisement more outrageous than the prior one.
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Date: 2005-11-20 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 07:38 pm (UTC)i know about that joyful noise verse, and i've seen church banners to the effect that "he who sings, prays twice," but i'd really rather not. my voice isn't up to it. *g*
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Date: 2005-11-20 11:31 pm (UTC)I love to sing, but I'm not sure those around me love to hear me sing.