Nick Bucci
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Teacher. Writer. Photographer. Mainer.
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Arnold
Arnold is in his seventies now, sitting at his dining room table, trying to write. In his twenties, Arnold was at his prime. He wrote four catchy songs that touched all the right notes and deserved a generous amount of YouTube covers. In his thirties, Arnold co-authored a memoir titled Writing Songs Well Known. Although the critics were hyper-critical, the general public gave the book a decent rating. After that, Arnold drifted off into the unknown. It was partially his choice, as Arnold could live satisfied on the earnings from his work and his investing strategies. He bought a small house and worked at a nearby bookstore. In his fifties, Arnold was approached once by a journalist, who wanted to know what he was up to. That was it.
By Nick Bucci5 years ago in Humans
5 Reasons to get into Film
Film photography, a.k.a analog, a.k.a analogue (for my friends across the pond), is a great hobby for anyone. It forces you to slow down from the high speed digital picture-taking and really think about composition and quality. Film leads you on exciting adventures while demanding patience. Film is a process and a passion. Here's a few reasons why I got into it.
By Nick Bucci5 years ago in Photography
Initiation
Tom diverged from his usual path home from work. Normally, he would exit the glass doors, making sure to hold it open for any cute coworkers leaving at the same time. He worked at the publishing house for seven years now, working his way up to an Editor-in-Chief position, of which there were only four. He had several employees working under him, but of course, there were still more above. Regardless, he had advanced along his career path, always coming home with the intentions of working on his own novel. But, after feeding his nine year old cat, Greg, walking on the treadmill for thirty minutes, and preparing supper, he was in no mood to continue the story of Hernando’s rebels in the Spanish plains. He had good intentions.
By Nick Bucci5 years ago in Criminal
Instructions for your Apartment
Instructions for Your Apartment Cracking an egg involves several stages of grief. Observe the shell. It is whole and smooth. Denial. As your hand clutches the coolness, it almost feels wet, slippery. In a fowl swoop, you slam the egg onto the edge of a frying pan. Anger. You see a shell has decided to stay with the nutrients that you intend to consume. Fetch it. Bargaining. You burn your finger trying to work the shell bit out of your food. Depression. You decide that just one little piece of shell shouldn't ruin your morning. Acceptance.
By Nick Bucci5 years ago in Motivation
