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I can walk to the beach in seven minutes from my new apartment.
It’s not really my new apartment - but it’s new to me… i guess that is more accurate.

I walked down to muscle beach — apparently Santa monica felt the need to put up a sign informing everyone that THIS was the official location of the original muscle beach - and not those copying venice beach copiers.

Who are these men? There are tons of them - in the best shape you’ve ever seen. I mean, I have not seen bodies like this since I last watched the olympics. Incredible upper bodies - no one gives a shit about their legs… but they are there all day. Just working those parallel bars and swinging on those rings…. back and forth - like they feel more at home swinging through the air than on the ground. Some of them have serious hand gear on - and don’t mess around. but I liked the guys in jeans and no shirts- just swinging from one end to the water and flying through the air with a graceful thud into the warm sand.

I have no idea who they are - or why they have time to get their bodies into that kind of shape… after being mesmerized for over an hour - i worked up the nerve to go over to a set of solitary rings. I pulled myself up and hung upside down. One to prove that I could still lift my own body weight.

Hanging upside down every now and again is important. Shifting perspective so that the blue water was now the blue blue sky. It’s also important to remember to tuck in your shirt first.

Yes, it’s been over a month since Nisha has posted, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and crash her blog. Rumor has it that our favorite filmmaker is training for the X-Games. In fact, the ESPN2 cameras recently caught this exclusive footage of one of Nisha’s rigorous seaside training sessions. Click here to watch Nisha catch some serious air in this dangerous stunt.

I will do my best to try to get Air Ganatra to post in the next few days, but no promises…

Sincerely, Lorene (on Nisha’s account)

Tomorrow we (Jane the editor and I) have to figure out how to trim 3 minutes off of Cosmopolitan for the PBS version of the film. I was flipping channels and caught Carol Kane beating the crap out of Bill Murray in “Scrooged”. I wonder if we should’ve added a fight scene between her and Roshan Seth.

This is my first attempt at blogging so there’s a lot of pressure. What will this weblog be like? Who the hell is going to read it? And who else is going to write? I’ve enjoyed reading the guestbook section of the Chutney Popcorn page so I’m hoping this will be just as fun. Of course, sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night remembering the nasty rantings of someone claiming that my films and me personally both suck. So…
Well anyway - the first order is to thank Avinash Chopde for this cyber-room of my own to rant. He has been invaluable to my work and growth as an artist and has supported my films before I was even a ‘Filmmaker’. I don’t know what made you take such a life-long leap of faith from watching Junky Punky Girlz - but I thank you Avinash.
And now — off to the rants.