Super 8 is a brooklyn girl living in a brooklyn world. She knows little of making films, but believes we all live in one and are staring out with our myriad of lenses. Guided by nostalgia, her camera is old.
A commie at heart, she has things to rant about and this is her dumping ground. One day, she’d like to say her rants made a difference and that her thoughts were organized. But she likes disorganization and shaking things up for the time being.
She loves. A lot.
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March 3, 2008 at 3:12 am
dearest soup….
was talking to a fnd of mine, manoj, the other day. he’s in kansas, doing a toto. his sister, sunita, is a friend of yours, apparently. well, many “which supriya?” “united nations supriya?” “supercool supriya?” and (i am ashamed to add “thakazhy supriya? supriya pillai supriya?”s later, we came to the conclusion that we were talking abt the same person. rum thing eh? proves my adage that all mallus are related unless proven otherwise.
bleddy incestuous community macha.
anyway, wat is happening at the UN then? besides the smoke-blowing?