James Tangorre

Thomas A. Edison High School

Class of 1969

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James Tangorre - Class of 1969 - Thomas A. Edison High School

First Name	James
Last Name	Tangorre
Graduation Year	Class of 1969
Gender	Male
Hometown	New York, New York
Relationship Status	Single
About Me	Professional International Fashion & Editorial Photographer I am a charismatic individual, often seen helping the elderly across 5th Ave. at 42nd street while dodging cabs illegally turning onto 5th Ave. I have been known to solve complex math equations on my lunch breaks, making them more capable of understanding for 1st and 2nd graders with dyslexia. I translate ethnic slurs for Italians studying for citizenship, I compose speeches for the vice president while taking the subway to work at rush hour, and I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I serenade women with my passionate and never-ending harmonica playing to the tune of “The Student Prince”, I can navigate unicycles up unmerciful inclines with unrelenting speed, and I cook ten-minute rice in two minutes. I am an expert in tile grouting, a veteran in love, and a desperado in Mexico City. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Marlins, and I am the subject of numerous Disney Action Videos. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard and considering that I live in Manhattan, there not too big. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Thursdays, after my normal workday, I repair electrical appliances free of charge. I am an abstract photojournalist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy under-clothing. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail forwarded from Teen Magazine. I have been caller number nine and have won weekend rodeo passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me most of the time. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with mortal accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room for an evening's social gathering. I know the exact location of every food item at the local supermarket in a small town in Up-State NY. I have performed several covert operations with the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair (Lazyboy). While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery … I think it was French. The laws of physics do not apply to me. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid with the exception of my Bell Atlantic Telephone Bill … why, because I don't like them! On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a t...(read more)