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And his ridiculous, arrogant agenda.
I tried to keep this BLOG free of hate but I can no longer remain calm. I hate the man. I really do. I will keep working on my issues but let me just say that by hate, I do not mean anger. Because anger is a very necessary tool for motivation to get off your ass and do something. I am not ever going to try and cure anyone, including myself, of anger — but I do think Hate is something not good to have in your system (my friend Karan managed to convince me of that).
So until I can calm myself down enough to actually write something that won’t become a scattered rant. . . I offer you some lighter entertainment.

(thanks to Margaret)

Continuing in the tradition of Little Red Monkey….
If that song was stuck in your head forever (as it is forever in mine)
then definitely do NOT click
here

(thanks to Cara)

Was actually a huge success. I found none of the expected homophobic displays of ignorance. I found standing room only, thundering applause. I found a genuine warmth and appreciation for a different story and I only received encouragement and praise for the film. I have to say that I have a new faith in India and am embarrassed that I bought into all the media hype of the crazy conservatives terrorizing everyone. This is not to say that India is without it’s problems because it was very disheartening to find negotiating my way through Mumbai alone as a woman was much more difficult than when I was in the company of men. But Mumbai is a very large, very diverse, very opinionated fast, dirty, and out of control city. The public knowledge of the film industry blows los angeles out of the game - and most illuminating of all - this industry exists without a care, it seems, for what is going on in LA. Sure there is an appreciation of the top money making films - but I was struck by the disregard for Hollywood celebrity and the complete Indian centric attitudes of the local film scene. It was a deep breath of polluted air and I loved it. And after I can afford my own oxygen tank, I will can’t wait to return to Mumbai.

until then… enjoy this

(thanks to Stephanie)

After two long years at the censor board… Chutney Popcorn will finally be shown in Mumbai this November. I’m thinking of going. Because, you know, I want to see the theater before it’s bombed.

So we are going to travel by miniature van to D.C for the Margaret Cho show at American University. Because, if you haven’t seen the Revolution show yet, you are missing out on some serious tear streaming down you face as you almost start to cry laughter. This is the dilemma: I hate the miniature Van. They are ridiculous vehicles. I refuse to even call them ‘mini-van’ because that term seems like propaganda to make them sound somewhat acceptable and they are not. They are, in fact, miniature vans. It’s ridiculous. And I think we should call them out by their full shameful names. But alas we are travelling to D.C. with Queens and camera equipment. And as Lorene has pointed out, “Queens gots luggage.”

Feed your kid chocolate on public transportation. Unless you’ve got a stash of handy wipes or some Purell all up in that overloaded bag of yours - think before you give your child chocolate that ends up all over their nasty hands and all over the nasty seat and then all over me and every other New Yorker that has to take the bus or wants to sit down for the few minutes they can on the subway.

And while you’re at it - why not take a few minutes out of each day to explain to your child that they are not the most important thing on the planet. That their conversation is NOT more important than the one you are having with your adult friend. And that they don’t need you to haul everything they own that could entertain them to every place you go today. Maybe this is easy for me to say from my no child rearing platform - but I am afraid of the generation of children that are being raised right now. I am afraid because they are going to be the entitled adults running the world that I’m going to have to live in when I’m all old and too tired to fight ‘em. I don’t know who started this new brand of parenting - this “I’m going to be everything to you that my parents never were for me” kind of attention giving and coddling. But I’m afraid of the repercussions. I mean - yes I think good parenting is very very important. I think child abuse is the cause of so much evil in our world. But this new parenting attitude is just going way to far in the opposite direction. If I see one more strung out skinny mom on the Upper West Side trying to keep up with all the activities and moment by moment nonsense that comes out of their kids mouths as if what they are saying is some of the most original thinking of our times I don’t know what I’ll do. I mean our parents certainly didn’t do that and we all turned out fine didn’t we? I mean yeah we’re fucked up all in our own ways but that’s what makes us special and original too isn’t it? And that’s what gives us a common language with each other. What is that new generation going to bond over if you keep this behavior up anyway? I don’t know and frankly I’m afraid of it already. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

The premiere is all set for November 5th at Lincoln Center… It looks so far like the question/answer will be me, Jen Small, Sabrina Dhawan, Madhur Jaffrey and maybe Carol Kane if her filming schedule permits. Roshan is in India and so won’t be able to make it - which is a shame because he’s an incredible story teller. See you there or at the screening Friday Night (Nov 7th) at the Jacob Burns Center (http://www.burnsfilmcenter.org/)

sorry! no time to hyper link - i’m running late and my html skills are SLOW -ass!

There seems to be some huge discussion taking place on the guestbook to Chutney Popcorn about how to become a surrogate mother. It’s really fascinating to watch - this spiral of questions, offers, suggestions, etc. But I am a little concerned about the idea of the guestbook for a fictional film being the best place for this exchange of information. Perhaps a different exit on the super highway is closer to the destination…

If that Jed Bartlet doesn’t get his ass back to work the whole world is gonna be on the brink of World War III. Damn it - he do look a lot like Emilio Estevez when they show his profile though don’t he?