JamesMango
JamesMango Learning "Fab Four" songs on my guitar.
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- Single. Interested in meeting women for dating and meeting women for a serious relationship and meeting people for friendship and meeting people for networking
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I am an aspiring screenwriter, which is to say, I am always pitching my work. I have used a variety of pitches in this effort. My slider is spectacular. I act as if I don't care if they buy or option my work. My curve is similar. I spin a yarn that no one on this planet has ever heard before, in a effort to leave them fascinated and mesmerized. Then, in theory, the intended target audience (producers) will kowtow and say (in a Greek chorus), "by gadfrey, I shall send you a large sum of money straightaway!"
In 2008 I won first prize for fiction writing (Kay Snow award), with an excerpt from one of my unpublished novels. My first published novel (in 2002) was Cinema Verite, a film noir.
I also do art. I once thought I was an illustrator. I've illustrated two books for children. I spent most of my career as an Art Director in higher and lower capacities. The lower capacities left me in the gutter. I attended university in California, but grew up in the shadow of Mt. Hood, in the quaint town of Hood River, on the Columbia Gorge.
I will tell you, from firsthand experience, that advertising is, make no mistake, very similar to the series "Mad Men." The difference is that in the modern agency people don't get snockered, have sex in their offices, or smoke like fishes while working. Otherwise, it is as narcissistic as that show. It's like swimming with piranhas; to win an award is everything - client's needs are secondary. Most of the account people are like Larry Tate, and most of the creatives are like Darren Stevens. I don't know if the Stevens are married to witches. I was (oops!). This is why I took up sports on the side, to keep me out of the house. I also write songs that are about ten years out of step. They are not hip, nor is my haircut. My brain is the brain of a left-wing person in Berkelely, CA in 1969. My wardrobe is Ward Cleaver with a touch of the GAP.
Many years ago, when Columbus was sailing the ocean blue and Cortes was conquering the Aztecs, I was an athlete. I pole vaulted, I ran, swam, hit baseballs. Now all I do is eat fish tacos and hit tennis balls. I bowl sometimes. I gave up golf when my car was stolen last year. My clubs were in the trunk. I have whittled down my existence so fine I am almost enlightened. When I am lonely I like to salsa and tango. Sometimes with women, often alone in my Ivory Tower. I love photography and saving (fine art) painting test swatches. I'm pretty sincere, and I have a good sense of humor. You may of fallen asleep by now, so I will exaggerate and say all I've just said is a sham, and I am pulling your leg/s. There, now you know, now wake up. And I want to say, "thank you, whoever you are, for reading all this."
I go to church, I was raised a Catholic. I have almost no guilt anymore. I used to not go to church for many years. My church was the cathedral of nature. Clothing was optional. I sometimes align my shoes before I go to bed. The bed looks better when it's made, unless I have a deadline, then chaos looks good.
My church epiphany came one day in rush hour traffic. God spake to me. I am serious. God still spakes. God is not, obviously, a man or woman or an it. If you could bottle God, you could make millions because everyone wants to know and consume God. Some just don't know it yet. If you get to know me I will tell you the whole story. I don't have room here. FACT: I was an altar boy in the way back when they spake Latin. I was not molested; not that I can remember. I have been married one time, for too long. I have a serious weakness for blondes but I have yet to meet one I could trust. I married a brunette. I was the only man in America of my generation who never once cheated on his wife. I had two genius children. Two! can you believe it? They are 97% on their own. One lives with a Frenchman. My name is the French spelling, and the patron saint of France.
I am even now searching for a really good woman with more curves than an Italian mountain road. She must have jaw-dropping attributes, not the least of which would be her integrity and williness to be married to an aspiring screenwriter. Talent and humility must go hand in hand with her before I do.
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