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I don't know what I like better... the implied distress of being too sexy, or the surreptitious inclusion of "tripod" in the URL. Above all, I am in love with the expression "toss my torso".
Showing posts with label Vannelli world wide.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vannelli world wide.. Show all posts
5.10.10
"But the image of Gino Vanelli, sex symbol, has created obstacles for Gino Vanelli, singer-composer"
31.8.09
12.11.08
When I have a book ...
--> This is my first day without diet coke. I feel like a sucked, empty balloon.
--> There are movie trailers lined up to my right, outside my window, down on Queen. Famous? I only see coffee and puffy jackets.
Long bar:
--> I thought I met Joseph Boyden yesterday at the Giller Light gala. I didn't. I probably met the cover artist for his poster (one of the ladies from Random House brought the pre-Google imaged Joseph Boyden a Joseph Boyden poster and said "Do you want your poster here?"). Now I know she meant the actual poster. To my defense, no one can ever recognize an author in public -- in colour, not leaning on a tree, or looking slightly off camera in a black turtleneck -- except for Big A of course.
It also amazes me -- and retardedly embarrasses -- that none of the reps from McClellan and Stewart, Random House, or Frontier College, whom I all told with such enthusiasm of my encounter, ever informed me of his absence (as he was at the actual Giller awards, of which I thought was next week, winning the real Giller prize). Maybe they thought I was plain whacked. But they didn't seem put-off by the inappropriate Boyden-drop either (rather, jealous I had met an author).
Ultimately, my observation is this: I always have an uncanny talent of making an ass of myself when I should be impressing people. Exhibit.
In related news, when I have a book this will be my author photo -->
Replace myself with Gino, and "Gino" with "Grassi." Tight. World wide.
--> There are movie trailers lined up to my right, outside my window, down on Queen. Famous? I only see coffee and puffy jackets.
Long bar:
--> I thought I met Joseph Boyden yesterday at the Giller Light gala. I didn't. I probably met the cover artist for his poster (one of the ladies from Random House brought the pre-Google imaged Joseph Boyden a Joseph Boyden poster and said "Do you want your poster here?"). Now I know she meant the actual poster. To my defense, no one can ever recognize an author in public -- in colour, not leaning on a tree, or looking slightly off camera in a black turtleneck -- except for Big A of course.
It also amazes me -- and retardedly embarrasses -- that none of the reps from McClellan and Stewart, Random House, or Frontier College, whom I all told with such enthusiasm of my encounter, ever informed me of his absence (as he was at the actual Giller awards, of which I thought was next week, winning the real Giller prize). Maybe they thought I was plain whacked. But they didn't seem put-off by the inappropriate Boyden-drop either (rather, jealous I had met an author).
Ultimately, my observation is this: I always have an uncanny talent of making an ass of myself when I should be impressing people. Exhibit.
In related news, when I have a book this will be my author photo -->
Replace myself with Gino, and "Gino" with "Grassi." Tight. World wide.
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