James Cook

Mt. Pilchuck Elementary School, Attended 1974 - 1980
Lake Stevens Sr High School, Attended 1983 - 1987, Class of 1987

Lake Stevens High School, Seattle Central Community College, University of Washington

University of Washington, Attended 2001 - 2004, Class of 2004, Bachelor's Degree, double degree, Philosophy, History & Philosophy of Science (minor in Architecture)
Seattle Community College District - Seattle Central Communi, Attended 1992 - 1995, Class of 1995, Associate's Degree, Philosophy/Psychology/Art History

madman armed with pen and paper

GSSL

soccer, guitar, history of science/religion, film, computers, ice cream, cooking, architecture, painting

Old Man and the Sea, Sexus, Tropic of Cancer, Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas, Painted Bird, Winnie the Pooh, Holidays on Ice

Casablanca, The Good The Bad and The Ugly, Wings of Desire, Koyaanisqatsi, Malena, Cinema Paradiso, Il Postino, Wild Strawberries, Last Temptation of Christ, Brazil, Grand Illusion, 8 1/2, Hudsucker Proxy, Triplets of Belleville, Annie Hall, Sex & Lucia

Cassandra Wilson, Blossom Dearie, Legendary Pink Dots, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Miles Davis, Keith Jarrett, Holly Cole, Tom Waits, Tones on Tail, Bauhaus, Love and Rockets, Public Enemy, MC 900ft Jesus, Beattles, Yes, Yello, Ministry

(no TV; I watch DVD's), Avengers, Monty Pythons Flying Circus, Coupling, Simpsons, Family Guy, Cowboy Bebop, Fishing with John

Pisces

I am soft spoken yet outspoken.

I might be one of the greatest writers on the planet today, but why would anyone care about reading when there's such rampant television and Internet porn. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with Internet porn--it just doesn't require writers.

I've been in a foul mood lately because of not being able to find perm work (too much temping makes one edgy). My girl is 9000 miles away (give or take) and it's hot outside. I can't imagine why anyone would want to get to know me since I don't have money to buy friends, but in spite of this people tell me that I'm damned interesting all the time--interesting, sweet, hot, kind, so thick, other random compliments.

I'd like to explain my entire life in 2000 characters, but who's to say if I got it right? Certainly not me. I'm prone to exageration. Innumberably I have rewritten my failures into mezzo forte miracles.

So as to add complexity to an already indecipherable situation, when I tell people the things that I've done, they gush and I attempt to hide from their overly kind words--all the while mumbling thanksthanksthanks.

I recommend that you get to know me. It will change your life, presumably for the better.

I'm seeking out a new soccer team to play for.

Through here you can join my fan club:

http://www.garageband.com/artist/JamesIsIn/fans

Here you can find reasons to become my fan:


http://www.stage.fm/renegade_saint/

http://www.usefilm.com/photographer.asp?ID=107677

Of course, if you'd like to get started right away on your patronage (and let me get back to writing the great American novel), you can do so through my blog:

http://SoundUnReason.com/InkWell

Don't take life too seriously--it'll be over soon enough.

Peace out.