The Road to Rollergirl How I Stopped Being a Roller Wannabe and Started Being a Rollergirl

8Nov/110

Hang on!

What? End of season zebra meeting taking up my writing time? Here's a picture of a kitten to keep you satisfied while I get my business together.

When you get to the end of your rope, stare at pictures of kittens!

7Nov/112

By the Skaters, For the Skaters… Through the Officials

penalty wheel

We're preparing for our final bout of the season, a charity bout between mixed teams. Because we're a WFTDA league, it will naturally be played by WFTDA rules, but it's basically a "scrimmage with an audience" type bout. Everyone has been thinking of ways that this can be a fun and profitable end to the season, and one of the ideas that was pitched took me a little by surprise: a modified penalty wheel.

6Nov/110

No Rest for the Wicked

The fall is officially here, and with it the winding down of the derby season. This is the time for charity bouts, end-of-year awards parties and fundraisers, and of course Championals. As I was driving home from an end-of-session party for my rec league, I started thinking about the fall, the holidays, and my schedule. I was struck by the realization: I don’t have an off-season!

5Nov/110

Movie Night!

Straight up, posting out of NaBloPoMo obligation because it's the freakin' weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun! So, like when you have a substitute teacher in elementary school, I'm going to leave you with this awesome video of how Riedell 265s are made. Enjoy!

 

4Nov/118

Sweet Torture: A Girl and Her Skates

My Skates!

These are my skates. There are many like them, but these are mine. My skates are my best friends. They are my life. I must master them as I must master my life. Without me, my skates are useless. Without my skates, I am useless. I must skate true. I must skate better than my opponent, who is trying to knock me down. I must block her before she blocks me. I will. Before my Coach I swear this creed: my skates and myself are defenders of the inside line, we are the masters of the pack, we are the saviors of my jammer. So be it, until there is nothing left to win, but the afterparty. Amen.*

There comes a time in a rollergirl's life when she has to set aside that first pair of skates and upgrade.

3Nov/115

All the Skates I’ve Loved Before: 1970s Adidas Nash Cruisers

1970s Nash Cruisers

My dad and I have never been really close. Even now that I'm a grown-ass person living all the way across the country, conversations between us are really no different from a conversation that you would have with a co-worker. A co-worker with whom you don't particularly care to have an involved conversation. We only ever really bonded over three things: NPR, Star Trek: The Next Generation, and roller skating. And roller skating with my dad meant he would break out his blue 1970s Adidas Nash Cruiser skates.

2Nov/117

When You Know It’s Derby Love

derby love

As a natural introvert, I sometimes have a hard time gauging my relationships with people, figuring out where I am on the credits of someone else's life. I usually assume I'm the gaffer or the best boy grip (no pun intended? oh who am I kidding), and I'm always surprised when I'm confronted with the common indicia of friendship. Little social niceties, like people remembering my birthday without the aid of Facebook or just recommending a book or band because they know my taste, always take me aback a bit, even though I try my best to do the same for others. In short, someone would probably be able to tell exactly how I feel about them because I have no capacity for small talk or BS, but I can spend years trying to get a bead on what they think of me.

1Nov/112

It’s November, and You Know What That Means!

NaBloPoMo

This is just the quickest of quick hits to say that I am participating in NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month, a take off National Novel Writing month) again this year, which means that my goal is to post something, something, every day in November. The idea is to just make myself do it and not let the perfect be the enemy of done.

The group is now being hosted by BlogHer, and I am the slightest bit uncomfortable about putting my stuff on another website when I don't know the people who own it or how they will use the work. So I'm just going to post here. You should join me! If you're up for the challenge, drop me a link to your blog or Tumblr and we'll be like blogging gym buddies.

Here we gooooo...