New Media Martini by Kay Ballard
New Media Martini by Kay Ballard
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There is no denying it nor avoiding it, and yet I have. Unsuccessfully or successfully depending on how one judges such things. There is a persistent days’ old rumor that a new year, cleverly named Twenty Eleven, has begun. I failed to celebrate. Perhaps that is a good thing. Perhaps it means that there is [...]
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In my last post here I euphemistically announced that something had happened, which actually, now that I think about it is undeniably lacking in denial, and therefore and forthwith, passively forthright. Blogs exist and blog posts are written. That is a fact unnecessarily stated–a fact so obvious and undisputed that it hovers above fact, on [...]
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I am not a master of euphemism. That is not a disclaimer nor just one more sign of my legendary modesty so frequently mentioned by me and by others when others are in the strange and rare act of quoting me. But the title of this post is my euphemistic announcement, stated in passive voice, [...]
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It has been a while since I have written here and I suspect that I am not to be forgiven which is a longish phrase with a meaning both similar, and yet not, to the word “unforgiven”—a word more literary and somehow defiant, neither of which, unfortunately to my misfortune, is accurate in the instant [...]
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A new feature! Yes, Citizen Reader, with advisory permission from darling Scotto, it has decidedly been decided that this darling blog, New Media Martini, will shoddenly take the path of excessive feature acquisition and unsteadily be the outstanding feature filled blog it has obviously and obsessively become. That was the preamble to my announcement of [...]
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This is not a hair blog; this is not a mommy blog. Unless I am mistaken with great regularity. But since I have revealed to you, my readers and others, here, at this very place, that I am a former mother, sometimes mistakenly referred to as “Mommy,” by Phoebe, my former daughter, who has been [...]
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It is wonderful thing to be a mother. At least that is my staunch belief based on my own fabulous experience. Of course, it is dangerous to base one’s beliefs solely on individual experience–something both more convincing and less germane than any further evidence unimaginable. Regardless, I am no longer a mother. You see, my [...]
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