December 12, 2023

Hi you guys. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.

The above cartoon I did is pretty much true. It applies to my past and my present. My life basically. You gotta keep moving forward, and on another note, never look back. That applies to surfing, running, relationships. Wait..I have to think about that for a minute. Anyway, don’t look back.

When I was a fashion photographer, I always had about four projects under my belt. Four stories I would have going on. For example, one story I had in the works was all about pointing. It was cool. Everything was in black and white. I shot with my Leica. They were basically images of people pointing at things. Now, a project like this takes about four years. So I had a few projects going on at the same time.

Right before my brain bleed, I was working on pointing, gangs, dogs and their celebrity owners, looking out the airplane window. I had big ideas, but, like they say, whenever you make plans, God laughs.

That’s it for this week. I’m gonna make it a short blog. If you’re an artist, keep painting, taking pictures, working with your fabrics like my friend here, or whatever you do. Keep moving forward.

Love, B. Nice

December 5, 2023

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past.

Above is a drawing I did from a vacation I had. You see, I used to live in Paris. I would take the bullet train to the south of France and then bike in that area. It was cool, cause you’d bike to a castle or a chateau, eat and drink and then bike off again the next day. It was a great way to see the countryside, and we stayed in very cool chateaux and castles. Man, if I were you, I would try and do it. You don’t feel so guilty having two bottles of wine. You bike it off the next day.

I’ll tell you, I had some good vacations. Like my friend and I were just talking about New Zealand. I would go there every six months (this is when I lived in Australia). I would go there to renew my visa for Australia. I always went to the same spot, Queenstown, NZ. I would drive from Christ Church to Queenstown, It was beautiful views bacaue the last part of the trip was through Milford Sound. The rental car places always encouraged you to take a bus because so many people crash their cars looking at the views. Maybe this is where car insurance came from. Hey, on a side note, did you Know that New Zealand was the first place that allowed women to vote? Pretty cool.

Anyway, that’s all for now. I’m kind of tired. Oh, on another note, if you ever drive from Christ Church to Queenstown, don’t leave your car unattended in a rest area. They have these birds that look like parrots and they hate rubber, so anything on your car that’s rubber, they will destroy. For example they definitely hate windshield wipers. If you don’t know about it, it’s pretty funny to hear people screaming about their car.

Talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice

November 28, 2023

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Man, I ran everywhere when I was a kid. It definitely saved me a couple of times. For example:

When I was little, I lived in Brooklyn Heights on Montague street. I played with a group of kids. This was the mid 60’s. I guess you could call us a little gang. Anyway, we were playing on the back street in back of Montague when a pedophile tried to lure us into his apartment. He had a bunch of candy. One of the kids I was with said, “My Dad told me about people like you!” and we bolted. We ran to the closest police officer we could find. We took him back to the apartment and showed him. The cop called for back up. The next thing you know, they were roughing the guy up pretty good. They took him away in handcuffs and they had a couple of boxes too.

What really started my running career was this, I tried out for the soccer team in high school. The coach said, “Hey Nice! Come over here.” I went over to him. He said, “Brian, I’ve been coaching soccer for 25 years and in that time, you’re probably the worst soccer player I’ve ever seen, but you can run like the wind so go see that guy over there.” and he pointed to the track and field coach. That was the start of my running career.

Running also saved me from the following event. I was in the woods making out with a girl. Imagine that. Anyway, me and this girl saw a guy appear in the distance. The guy stopped. Looked at us, and started running toward us. I said, “Holy shit! Run!” Me and the girl started running as fast as we could. We ran out of the woods through a field and up to my parents house where we hid. I looked out the window, but never saw the guy, so yeah, running saved us.

I’ve got a bunch of running stories, but I’ll tell you one more. I was in Daytona Beach training for Track & Field. It was during spring break and it also happened to be Biker Week. Well, a group of us were running along the beach and we ran past some bikers. They yelled at us, “Hey you faggots.” So of course, I turned around and flipped them off. That wasn’t a good idea, because one of the bikers started running towards me and with one stride he took a knife out of his boot and started coming after me. Well, luckily I could run a 4 minute mile pace and the guy couldn’t catch me. The guy yelled in frustration and ran into the waves. He was definitely tripping on something. Thank god.

But actually, the best run of all was a run I did with eleven other guys. We ran for the Guinness Book of World Records and our school. We ran from Santa Monica, California to the east coast. We got the record. We were in the Guinness book of World Records. We ran 24/7 for 2 weeks. It was the toughest thing I’ve ever done. But you know what, all that running stuff got me ready for what I’m going through now. Running taught me to turn frustration into determination, to never give up, and to have patience.

That’s all for this week. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

November 21, 2023

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I love it. My friend here reaches into one of my old suitcases and pulls out one of my old journals. I store all of my old journals in an old suitcase. Above is the page she opened up to. It’s about a new car I bought. I used to be obsessed with windsurfing. I bought this car to carry all my gear. I spent all of my down time windsurfing. That’s probably why I got divorced the first time.

This car was great though. I could take it anywhere. I often went onto the beach and I would launch from there. It’s amazing windsurfing in the ocean. You’re going so fast, everything else seems to be in slow motion. Like, the waves, people surfing. Plus, a ten foot wave does not seem so big, because it’s only four feet above your shoulders. When you’re surfing and lying down, a ten foot wave looks huge.

Anyway, this car was great. It also came in handy for photography. I could pack up all my gear and go onto the beach. It was also a great party car. It had a great sound system and held plenty of beer, but don’t tell anyone.

Anyway, that’s about it for this week.

Oh yeah, by the way, the car was a two door Chevy Tahoe. It was fit out with a huge engine. It was a lot of fun.

November 15, 2023

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Build a bridge and get over it. That was a pillow my ex-wife gave me when I was building my house. You see, I bought a blank lot in Montauk NY. The only access was where the flagpole would be and it was over a ditch where some wetland plants had grown. It was kind of a nightmare. I bought this land, but the only way to get to it was by building a bridge. And the DEC would not allow you to build a bridge over wetlands. I guess, in hindsight, I should have hired a lawyer, but I resolved this problem for myself. Now, it’s kind of a complicated, but to cut a long story short, I’ll tell you what I did.

I spent a lot of time at the DEC on Long Island. Finally they agreed that I could build a bridge but only twelve feet wide. That was to allow wetland plants to grow. Now, the town said I could build a bridge, but it has to be at least 15 feet wide. I was at an impasse. The DEC and the Town did not like each other. In fact, they would not really communicate. I was going back and forth like a ping pong ball. One day, I thought. OK, that’s it. I can’t build a bridge or build a house. So my solution was to open a bottle of red and finish it. Well, at about 4 in the morning with my head on the table, I woke up and with piece of plain white paper I wrote 12 feet wide. Then I ripped the paper in half vertically, and separated the pieces. I made the piece of paper 15 feet wide. I put a 3 foot gap in between the two pieces of paper. I filled the gap with a grate that would allow daylight to go through. I went to the DEC first thing in the morning, with coffees in hand. I said, I’ve got a solution to our problem. They looked at me like I was an alien, but they said, you know what? That’s a good idea. And they gave it the go-ahead. I think this is one reason my brain exploded. Anyway, I made a pretty awesome bridge. It looked like a Japanese Bow Bridge. It was cool. It was made of steel, hardwood and concrete. It was indestructible. It will be there for thousands of years. Also longer than either of my marriages. It was a great project. I know how to build an awesome bridge now. I was there everyday for the construction. The DEC even uses it as an example of what to build. If anyone’s interested, I’ll give you a free tour. We’ll just have to sneak onto the property. It was expensive though. Man, for the price of that bridge, I could have bought a condo in Colorado,

Love and miss you guys. Love B. Nice