Lorange Blog

So yes my actions speak louder than words, what words I spoke are less important than what I didn't say. I'm a read inbetween the lines type of guy and nothing you've done has phased me at all. I'm stuck in a dimensional shift between here and there, or was it now and then? I'm the flower that closes up at sunset, the blocked entry to the market after ten pm. I'm legos to your spaghetti.

I have zero info on the new Randies girl. Anyone?

So many things, so many things I don't write about here, like the few seconds someone rubbed their fingers against my arm, grabbing a hand to pull towards a dark corner only to move less than a foot, or a glance across the room looking for an explanation. I went to Stater Bors. Supermarket twice today to handle a little business where the cashiers stare and watch you, thoughts of "Oh he's one of those people" and yes I am and I wish I wasn't. I'm out of pepsi right now at eight four eight so lets go to Albertsons when I done writing this. Maybe tomorrow I'll be in West Hollywood drunk with friends and strangers or maybe I'll be home avoiding the knocking on the door. Just because I'm sitting on my couch which faces out towards the large front window, doesn't entitle you to candy kid. Screw it, I'm going to open that lone beer sitting in my refrigerator to feel a little less lonely and then slip into my Ex's clothes again. For Halloween ...

The Makeout Bandits (1st at 9 pm-ish) The Rainman Suite (best thing/worst thing: they sound like green day) Underwater City People (me love ucp long time) Midway (we all know I love every single cell in each member's body. yes every cell.) Pu$$y Cow (I think I like them a lot) *jealous* Booze, Costumes, & Free at Mr T's Bowl (I like free)

Walking back from the patio to the Red Room I saw DG chatting with so and so and made my way over to give her a hello hug. She was standing in the empty area where the DJ played and where I tried to ignore his so-so choices in so-so songs. She said hi, hello, hey there, or something like that over the loud music, reaching out for the hug. As I pulled away from her I made some remark pointing out how I decided to say hi to her in person instead of just online hellos, making light of my shyness. She laughingly asked, "What?" Not hearing a single word I said. I smiled, rolled my eyes and mouthed a ' Don’ t worry about it. It was nothing' as I continued off in my original direction. A pointless, simple hello, yet there I was trying to ignore the memory of my hands around her waist for the rest of the night.

I should've posted this earlier! Tonight Lauren Hoffman has her only LA show at Genghis Cohen. Her bio is an interesting read in itsself, with her path crossing the likes of Jeff Buckley, David Lowery, Dave Matthews, a major record deal with Virgin, her own label, touring on Lilith Fair with most of this in her pre and early twenties. Now on her own, her new album is set for an European release and you can buy an advance copy on her site/myspace/ at the show tonight. "Hoffman is the real thing" - new yorker "Ms. Hoffman makes moody and sexy pop songs." - ben ratliff, the new york times Lauren Hoffman @ Genghis Cohen I hear they serve yummy NY style egg rolls 740 N. Fairfax, Los Angeles Lauren Hoffman @ myspace Lauren Hoffman main site

Tuesday night was Halloween dress up night, but hardly anyone bothered. There were a lot of newish or less common faces in the crowd, which is great, and I'm wondering if the location of either Zen sushi and/or Silverlake (vs. Echo Park) had anything to do with this. Another possibility is all the Myspace attention the Waking Hour received from listed as Featured Band for a couple weeks. Hmm I wonder how much it would cost to put a KorK ad on myspace. Stood in the back while Bobot played and a then a little closer for the Waking Hours, who dressed up in drag. They didn't end with the LL Cool cover this time, but still managed to destroy their setup, and injuring the drummer pretty badly. He looked like was still in pain out in the patio afterwards so I hope it’s not a broken rib or anything. Saw only a bit of Silver Needle before heading back out to talk and stuff with people. Nice little chat with Andrea, who I find cooler each time I speak to her. Just a laid back, sw...

Yes the Rentals are returning with a new album due in 2006. I wonder if this is the same project Sara Radle was working on with Matt Sharp, besides her song they rerecorded. I most likely wrong, but The Rentals back together is great news regardless. The Rentals on myspace The Rentals main site

My new-ish friend sent me this message yesterday: Is there anything you have to say about why you seem to keep very good track of what you eat in your blog? I was curious about that. I never realized I documented my eating habits here on a regular basis, but looking back there does appear to be quite a few mentions of food. The number of times I reference eating bacon cheeseburgers alone is astounding, but I know eat better than that. I can only blame my mom for this. Fast food was a luxury for us three kids growing up, so whenever I want treat myself I choose to cuddle up with a hamburger. Hamburgers will always love you for who you are. Hamburgers don't judge and only want to be wanted too. During my last break up I didn't turn to Jack Daniels for comfort, I turned to Jack in the Box. When I told this girl that I liked her, her outburst of laughter sent me running into the arms of Wendy's. This support group is consistently there for me, on nearly every corner, some open ...

This morning I read about a new exhibit at MOCA called ECSTASY - In and About Altered States while lurking through the hip little livejournal no wait, but listen . This exhibit looks pretty cool as all the artwork is inspired by actual or imagined drug use by the artists. Carsten Höller made this cool upside down room with giant mushrooms. My little experimental stage of trying soft drugs ended way back in 1993, so I leave you with this advice: Don't use drugs folks... but if you already are and haven't tried mushrooms, I highly recommend it at least once in a safe environment. Objects like lampshades start to melt and drip in front of you and that was hella cool. Maybe I shouldn't write stuff like that. ~~~~~~~ Tonight: Kiss or Kill is at Zen Sushi just like old times: Star No Star 9:30, Bobot Adrenaline 10:10, The Waking Hours 10:50, Silver Needle 11:30, The Kill Devils Featuring members of Motorcycle Boy, the Cramps, Dr. Know, and Texas Terri 12:10

Did a quick little drive to help my friend with her new Z22 palm pilot thingy which was wasn't hot synching correctly with her ancient laptop. The palm software was confusing her new device to the cooler one she lost recently on the USC shuttle, that and it really isn't suppose to work with anything pre-winXP, but it does now thanks to years of fixing my own stupid cumputer mistakes. Later ate dinner and talked about how much has changed this year with us individually, with new friends and such over yummy ciabatta burgers at Jack in the Box. I had the bacon cheese, she had the bruschetta chicken ciabatta; we shared our food and drinks as always and talked for two hours. Good times watching the homeless couple chat with the employees and watching a weird 12 yr. old kid dressed in a soccer uniform happily hide behind planters and tables from his dad. Eventually made it home thinking my old tires were slowing me through the misty daze of outside and of in my mind, the 30 miles str...

Some nights are just better than others.

Over the weekend I celebrated my birthday like that kid from Mask . Alone. Alone until I was invited over for a late night of wine and conversation underneath the 6th Street Bridge with Ashley, her sister Brie, and a tuna plus brown rice mixed with sunflower seeds, placed on top of lettuce-eating Tara. It indeed looked as gross as it sounded. I had a lot fun for a mellow night and even made good friends with the front door at one point. The next day I opted for not showering for a day and a half, spending way too much time online, scrubbing the f--out of my kitchen and shower in a “ No wire hangers ” kind of way, the whole time waiting for my surprise party to start. A big whoop whoop (yeah that's right, whoop whoop) to my friends for keeping it such a great secret even when I joined them with Midway Kevin and Jason Pancake at the Sherman Oaks Castle Park for some miniature golf. For them to wait until Monday to surprise me is very sneaky. I did amazingly well for some of the advan...

I'm 33 and I need a tattoo.

Okay I'm taking a lot of this information from this post , where Al Lutz offers more details and additional Halloween related events. Do you remember how the focus of Halloween was about trick or treating? Grab bags of candy, apples, carmel corn, with the cheap ass old folks who gave us a nickel. With the crazy inflation and gas shortages of the late 70s, that nickel was worth probably less then it is today. Then it happen. Razor blades and paper clips hidden in chocolate bars, some poor kids are hurt, and trick or treating nearly killed, last seen in the artificial world of E.T. The Extra Terrestrial . For better or worse Halloween has transformed from a neighborhood event into large over-priced theme mazes at your local amusement park. I read somewhere in terms of dollars spent it comes only behind Christmas which means in five years you're a scmuck for not giving your co-worker a card. Pre-Halloween There are plenty of themed events, such as Knotts Scary Farm, to waste you...

6.27 AM Driving through the City of Compton (said in a vocoder voice) when my cell rings. K+ J are calling to wish me a happy birthday and this is the best thing ever.

Did you know: If you sign up at Red Robin you'll get a free hamburger for your birthday, though its more of buy one, get one free deal. Then again you're not going to be eating there by yourself I hope. After stuffing my myself with the Royal Red Robin Burger™ (yeah thats right: Fat juicy hamburger + cheese + bacon + a friggin' fried egg) I'll be rolling my fat self to catch a free screening of Stay. All I know is that was directed by Marc Forster (Monster Ball, Finding Neverland), a bit tripy according to early reviews, and has obi whats his face, I mean Ewan McGregor and Noami Watts and its free. Oh at Zen Sushi tonight Tara's band The Makeout Bandits are playing. Click here for flyer discount since it not free. Whats up with that? Sorry if this sounds too much like an ad for Red Robin - I was looking at my drafts and there is ton of stuff I need to finish that have nothing to do with food or movies.

Strange to walk into a room I haven't been in for a month. Celeste was working the door when I paid and received a friendly big hug, and who wouldn’ t want to be greeted like that? Better than walking into a Cheers setting where everyone knows your name, then talks smack behind your back. Lets be realistic, I do n’t like everybody sometimes and the feeling is mutual I’d im agine, so give me a few honest friends over being fake loved by all. The first person I see is DG sta nd ing by the column with a friend or a date or something. Thought she looked younger for some reason, even doubting it was her for a little while. Ah it was very much her. Next person to walk by was Honey Pot; made eye contact and then later a brief hello - all very much a non-issue and that’s okay with me. Out for only two social occasions in the last four weeks, I’m forg et ting that I need to engage people instead of hanging back along the walls observing strangers slip between blots of friends and couples ...

16 friggin' kids!! Why? How? Oh this is wrong for so many reasons, but I feel bad for the kids more than anything. Life is hard enough without competing with 15 other siblings. From Mark Morford at sfgate: God Does Not Want 16 Kids Arkansas mom gives birth to a whole freakin' baseball team. How deeply should you cringe?

I don’t want to be at work today. “Who does?” said the blind man to the lamp post. “Who does indeed.” I whispered in his ear. He smiles knowingly, the whiskers of three days growth bristling against his scarf colored and twisted like a churro around his neck. “Maybe we should get a cup-o-coffee at the milk store.” he speaks now to the location of my voice. “The milk store is just a regular Vons; they sell everything there,” I informed him. “And they have coffee and stop telling me things I already know.” We make our way over through the parking lot, then inside to the cafe/deli/bakery/shoe repair section of the store. I decline the flu shot/large coffee combo and settle for the mini paper cup of the brewed caffeine vehicle. “So tempted by the honey pot, eh?” “Yes. I mean I was.” I didn't care for how that sounded. “I mean I was for a little but I was just getting ahead of myself again.” The bucther behind the counter hands over two dogs to a lady pogo-ing an inch off the ground in...