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the rock on 4/27/2011 7:54:40 AM by DannyMoney
It's Wednesday, and that means there's another
episode of Gigi for you. And what is that foreign rapscallion up to this time? Well today, Gigi will be dabbling in the game of telephone and the game of love - though, I'm not sure if he knows he is doing either. What a lovable guy!
So dig in and check out this slam-bang episode! And if you're new to the series, watch how it all began
HERE.
O-kay? O-KAY!!!
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the rock on 3/30/2011 8:08:38 AM by Dubs
Got cash??? In this episode, Gigi finds himself in a high stakes game of poker with a trio of new "friends." Like the card shark that he is, he's down to go all in. Watch it here.
If you're new to Gigi, you can catch up on Episode 1 and Episode 2.
New episodes every Wednesday!
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I'm not breaking down Bonaduce today, or bringing up My Damn Channel....I'm dreaming about my Dad on the third anniversary of his last day chasing dreams. Irwin Morton Barnett started off with two crappy names. When I tell you his mother's first name, you'll realize this was a guy who had a lot to overcome while growing up in depression and poverty in New York.
Grandma Ukie was a ball buster. She married a kind, quiet man named Stanley Barnett and proceeded to give hell to her husband and son every chance she had. Somewhere inside a painful childhood, my father developed a deep desire to rise up out of repression and fight back with skills to market, brand, and promote Irwin Morton Barnett as I.M.B. He became an ad man able to conjure up commercial campaigns for clients that included airlines, foreign countries, radio stations, and tourist destinations.
My dad became a big success - a big man in his own mind - and in his belly too. When he was as old as I am now, my father was sometimes mistaken on the streets of New York for Pavarotti. He perceived these mistakes a badge of honor, rather than as putdowns. This was a man extremely over-conscious of his own brand - always wanting to be considered a rainmaker, an influential power-broker.
Three years ago, my dad died a broken man. Massive business success in the sixties and seventies led to extravagances that poisoned his spirit and took his health. My father never did drugs and rarely sipped wine, but he became hooked on money, on power, and on winning. Self-made roads led to self-obsessed dead ends. Passengers on the journey got swept up in the race - and a series of crashes wounded unsuspecting participants and bystanders.
When he died on this January night in 2005, my dad and I had been estranged for several years. As I sit awake in the middle of 'the night feed' tonight with my 12 week-old son, and my wife and two daughters sound asleep, I’m praying that pain releases the past. I’m praying that my dad’s story informs the future for all of us that follow in his family.
His story taught us to never to demand victory, but how to balance highs and lows. His hard times remind us life is supposed to be a team sport. Victories and losses have more meaning when they’re shared with people you trust. Treasure is tainted if it’s not shared. I’ve finally found words to thank my dad for all the good, the strength, and the creative commitment that inspired him to conjure up magic out of little more than dreams. I honor a man who fell in love with my mom and gave me life and love. This was a guy who showed me how to create substance from dreams and I’m dreaming that his hardworking soul is finally at peace.