A guy I know works on the New York Times website. Google - lens blog brian nice (or click here). He works with a girl who does a blog, another blog. Anyway, she came by to interview me. Let me tell you something, there's nothing worse than interviewing an artist and his father who have self-exiled themselves at home. We analyze everything from the meaning of art to why dogs lick their balls. Question: Why do dogs lick their balls? Answer: Because they can. Anyway, she probably left all freaked out. I hope she gets a good blog going. Check it out: click here.
My sister has a therapeutic equestrian center (www.myfeettakewings.org) She had her Christmas party the other day. I discovered something. Low light and Christmas lights are not my friend. They kind of give me little mini moments or maybe mini seizures. Either way, I didn't feel good. It could have been that or the guy who was interrogating me about my condition, and the horse breathing on my head. I mean, the horse was going to town smelling my head. Between that and the low light and the Christmas lights, I had to leave a good party. She did a great job. It was a good party. I wish I could have stayed longer. Then I came home to my parent's house that was dark. The Christmas tree lights were on and the Christmas lights were on above the mantle. All of this made me feel sick. I guess, you know, you find out what's good and what's bad for you. Who would ever guess?
You know, this blog has been for the here and now, and the future. I've been thinking about the future a lot. Where I'll end up, who knows. I'd love to go back to Montauk, back to surfing and windsurfing. But the way things look now, I don't think I'll be doing either. Wingback chair and a fireplace in my future. My friend here said, unless I go to Hawaii, and that's true. I could always go watch people surf and windsurf. I remember in Montauk, there was a great bay I would windsurf in. I would then shoot out into Long Island Sound between sand dunes. Once I got into Long Island sound, now imagine this, the outgoing tide went from left to right. And then the wind-driven swell went from right to left. The results were awesome. You would have a standing swell. Well, I used to play and windsurf on those swells all day. It was like magic. Sorry, I went off on a bit of a tangent there. It was just fun and I miss it. Well, let's get back to TBI, traumatic brain injury. You know what? It's not so bad having traumatic brain injury. If you go Christmas shopping, you get great parking. If you go out to lunch with your friends, you get great service. And you know what? I don't have to shop. People do it for me. If there's any holiday parties, I have a good excuse to go home early. So, you see, it's not so bad. It's all how you look at it. Although, I will tell you something. I went out to lunch with my friend, and it made me realize once again, man, I'm messed up. I can't even put a napkin on. You see when you're home, you develop a feeling of comfort and security. When I go out, I'm in a foreign place. Everything's new and different. I guess you just gotta take it slow. Let people help you. Don't freak out. Just adapt to the situation. Hey, guess what! My power chair is here. It's only taken two years to get it. Amazing. By the time I get fitted for it, I'll be walking. It's crazy. You know, they haven't even called me to pick it up. They just called me to let me know it's arrived. It really is crazy. You know, what the sticker price on this chair is? Only $18,000.oo. I think I should trade it in for a car. No wonder why this country is in trouble. Anything in the medical field is inflated.
When I get kind of bummed out I look at the DVD that my friend brought over. Remember, before I told you she put all of my images on a DVD. I play it on the TV to edit the film. It's kind of like a running slide show. Anyway, it's all about the images I did on my cross-country trip. Cool stuff. I'll include a couple on this blog.
Well, that's about it for this week. Tomorrow is Christmas and today is my mom's birthday. Very cool. You know, if it weren't for my mom, I'd be in some box somewhere. You know, like an institution. I hope you have fun with your families, and remember how lucky you are. And if you're a photographer, keep shooting, every day. This is B. Nice signing off. Love, B. Nice
Oh yeah, one other thing, speaking of B. Nice ~ Be nice to each other. See you later.