November 16, 2022

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present.

This blog is dedicated to all the pregnant women out there.

Apparently, I’m a pregnant woman. That’s what my aide from Ghana says. You see, I have a ferocious appetite. He said, in an accent, “You eat like a pregnant woman.” I’m not sure what that means, but I guess I have a pregnant appetite.

You see, when I was normal, I used to run six miles in the morning. Take my daughter on a walk. Walk around town and then surf in the afternoon. I was pretty active, and I ate a lot. Now I eat a lot but I’m not active. Not a good combination.

I suggest to all you who are new to the wheelchair, that you curb your appetite and try to stay active. If you don’t, your weight is going to catch up to you. Just a word from the wise.

I’ve been walking more and more. It’s brutal on the hips, but I hire someone on the weekends to get me up on a walker. So, basically, I have therapy three times a week. You know, when you’re trying to walk, it’s just like any other athletic endeavor. You have to practice over and over again. It gets monotonous. It hurts like hell, but you got to keep at it. That is, if you want to walk again. If you want to stay in the wheelchair, I suggest you get a lazyboy chair and a bag of weed. Oh, yeah, and a good dvd collection although, you can stream them all now, right?

Anyway, that’s just my opinion. I want to walk again. That’s about all for this week. Remember, if you’re like me, don’t give up. Stay at it. Love you, B. Nice

P.S. Above is a photo I did in my studio. I’m starting a series of photos in my studio.

November 9, 2022

Hi everybody! Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my friend here, her skin, because it looks great. That was kind of avant garde but whatever…

Recently, I had a showing of my recent photographs. It only took me five years to take the photos, but I did it. I had the showing for three reasons. 1) I wanted to call attention to the Open Space Institute. They work hard at saving fields like the one I shot in, the one that inspired me. 2) I wanted to call attention to the Philipstown Food Pantry. They are a comfort to someone like me because if things go real bad, I can always rely on help from them. And 3) I wanted to show people, people like me, that even though you’re all messed up, you can do something to give back, which actually, makes me want to talk about my condition.

You know, I don’t want people to think, “Oh, poor Brian…” That sort of thing. I consider my condition a blessing in disguise. You see, when you’re an artist like me and things are altered for you, if you take advantage of the change in the norm, you can use the alteration to your advantage. For example, I see so differently than anybody else. I found a way to recreate how I see, and I have the need to share that with everyone. Well, either that or get a lazy boy chair and a bag of weed. I prefer to stay creative, but that’s just my opinion.

You know what’s cool? A filmmaker is using the show as a grand finale to a documentary she is making. I’ll keep you posted and send you the link of the documentary.

That’s all for now. Sorry, I don’t have any inspiring words to write down. Oh yeah, one thing! What did one hat say to the other hat? —— I’m go get a head……..

Miss and love you. Talk to you next week.

Love. B. Nice

August 31, 2022

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present.

I was just talking to a friend. He’s going though some rough rough stuff, but he’s gonna be OK. You see, he was in good shape. He ate well. He recently went on the cleansing diet. You know, gave up alcohol, drugs. All that stuff. Anyway, it helped him battle what he is battling right now. I guess I was the same, but I didn’t give up the bad stuff. I did now. What I’m getting at is, it pays off to be in good shape. You never know what’s gonna be around the corner, and your body has to be ready for it. I don’t think I could have made it though what I went through if I wasn’t in good shape. So, if even though it’s a pain, it pays off to be in good shape.

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

Love, B. Nice

August 17, 2022

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

Oh man, I take 13 pills a day just to keep me alive. Baker’s dozen, as my friend here says. Subsequently, many people stay employed. 13 pills secures all of our futures. The miracles of modern day medicine, right? I guess in the old days, you didn’t take the pills you’d be pushing up daisies. I have to say, our country is pretty amazing. It’s pretty amazing what I get. Everyone bad-mouths our medical system, but it’s kept me alive.

OK, so it’s coming up on August 18. On August 18, 2009, my brain just blew up. Ever since then I’ve been working on getting better, and I’m getting tired. But there’s no other choice right? Just gotta plug away at it. I often become reflective around this date. August 18. I often wonder if I would have gotten better if my whole family was around. Or maybe it would have distracted me from working out. I don’t know. All I know is I work out from the minute my eyes open to the minute they shut. Like I said, I’ve been doing this for 12 years and I’m getting tired.

One thing I’ve learned to do, I think I mentioned this before, is I’ve learned to embrace how I see. I mean, it’s wild. It’s like living in a Picasso painting, of the cubist period of course. If you go with it, it’s kind of cool. If you’re out there and like me, don’t fight it. Just go with it.

Oh, on another note, I finished my book I’ve been working on. It’s all about nature in the surrounding area. They are cool photos of nature as I see it. It’s true art because it comes from the soul. I just work at my own pace when I want to do it. I like it. I'll include a photo of some of the work I’ve been doing in the beginning.

Not much else to blog about, so I’m gonna cut it short. I could tell you about how guilty I feel because my dog needs a haircut and he ran into the wall because he can’t see. But we won’t talk about that.

Love and miss you guys. Talk to you soon.

Oh, by the way, Happy Birthday to my nephew.

Love, B. Nice

PS Hey, I just want to give a shout out to our local county legislator, Nancy Montgomery, and our town of Cold Spring Mayor, Kathleen Foley. They’ve been helping me get better pay and benefits for all my healthcare workers. It’s important. I need help. I’m gonna include the link again. Once again, if anyone knows how best to get a reporter, this would be an awesome story. Thank you.

https://vimeo.com/672974438

August 10, 2022

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present.

Above is a photo of my daughter when she was little. I want to dedicate this blog to her. It’s funny but I always think of her as a little kid like this whenever I think of her. It’s inspired me to talk to you about being like I am.

I think I told you before, but I believe you should never look back. When I was a runner, you never look back. When I was a surfer, you never look behind you. When I was a windsurfer, you never look back. And when I was a scuba diver, you never look back because you definitely don’t want to see what’s following you. It could be something like a shark or a barracuda. Something curious. Anyway, I went off on a bit of a tangent. Sorry.

What I really want to talk to you about is if you’re in a condition like I am, you know, all messed up, you never want to think about the past and how things were, like, you know, I can’t run like I used to, I can’t walk like I used to. If you were normal, you know, a normal person, you wouldn’t be able to run like you used to anyway. In other words, no matter what condition you’re in, you can never be like you used to be. Don’t look back at the past. Live in the present and always move forward. Try not to freak out about how things are right now. Think about moving forward to make life better. Anyway, that’s a little advice from someone with a head injury, so take it for what it’s worth.

Now, I’ll go back to the image above. If you look in my kid’s eyes, you’ll definitely see that we’re for sure born innocent. Outside influences shape how we are gonna be. It was cool seeing my kid born. She came out from behind the sheets looking around like “What the hell’s going on.” And then I said, “Welcome!” and she looked over at me with a reassuring look. She smiled. Now kids, when they’re just born, aren’t supposed to be able to smile. But she did. It was cool.

Anyway, I keep on trying to walk. I have therapy three times a week. It’s monotonous, but it’s paying off. Hell, at this rate, I’ll be dead by the time I get better. I think I already mentioned that. Anyway, that’s it for this week. Remember, never give up.

Love and miss you all.

Love, B. Nice