I'm x-posting this from Myspace because I finished writing it and liked it, and figured it was as much about Buffalo as about roller derby. (I tend to compartmentalize my journals, so (e:strip) is for Buffalo things while Myspace is for roller derby things.) To contextualize, on Myspace I've recently had cause to comment on my high pain levels; my knee is injured and this weekend my team had two very intense practices that both left me very, very sore.

So, in short, I'm really miserable at the moment and am writing this while self-medicated, so I'll be very interested to see how this appears to me when I reread it tomorrow.


So: Handles.

This is kind of a roundabout story, so just hang on to the end. I promise there's a punchline.

I live in this kind of weird little house. My boyfriend's great aunt bought this house when she first arrived in Buffalo after fleeing wartime Latvia. They'd had to spend some time in refugee camps along the way, so it took them a couple years to get here: let's just say the house must date from 1950.
Great-Aunt Matilda [that's her real name] lived here alone; her only son died at 16 from lukemia, and her husband died of heart failure in the llate '70s or early '80s. Her sister died in the early 90s. She was a very alone woman, with only her neices to care for her-- though they did so attentively and faithfully, still they were women with their own families to mind. One by one the aging population of Latvians who had made the journey with her died of old age, leaving Great-Aunt Matilda more and more isolated.
So Great-Aunt Matilda got by mostly on her own.
She was a Latvian, and a refugee, as I mentioned, so her survival instincts were well-honed, and she had very frugal and meticulous habits. She clung with the stubbornness that had helped her escape the Soviets to her independence, insisting she could manage, that she was fine, that there was nothing wrong. Even as her health failed, she stayed in the house and did everything herself.

An aside:
Q: How many Latvian grandmothers does it take to change a light-bulb?
A: None. "I just sit here in dark..."


The upshot being that the house in which I live was customized over several decades by a stubborn old lady living alone, who saved every plastic bag she ever got, and wrapped the pipes in the basement in tinfoil to keep them from becoming dusty. (She regularly changed the tinfoil.)

But finally, poor Great-Aunt Matilda had to go into the nursing home. One too many falls left her hip so damaged there was not enough bone left to stick the metal fastening pins into. Her vision deteriorated until she was completely blind. It just wasn't possible any longer for her to manage on her own.

The house passed to Z's mom's management. Z's older sister was college-age, and looking for more independence. So she moved in, repainted some things, updated the wiring in the office, etc. She removed the tinfoil from the pipes. But the door-chains at floor height she left, because she never fastened them and didn't care. And the chrome handles bolted into the wall next to the door stairs, the basement stairs, and the stairs down onto the sunporch she never bothered to remove; they were handy when she came home drunk and needed support while unlocking the door.

Z's sister moved to California and got married. But Z's cousins were looking for a place to live; newly-married, their grungy apartment downtown was no longer satisfying. So they lived here a few years, had a daughter, put child-safety covers in all the outlets, childproofed the cabinets, and repainted things again. But they, too, left some things behind: the door-chains and the wall handles. "Yeah," said his cousin-in-law to us when he moved out, "those wall-handles are actually pretty handy."

We moved back from Jersey [long story], and Z's cousins, ready for a second child, had moved out to a new place. We moved into the house.

"Uh," I said, "why are the door chains so low on the doors?" It seemed weird to me to have to stoop to fasten them, and it seemed rather silly that an old lady would make it so difficult for herself. Then I thought about it, thought about how poor Great-Aunt Matilda had fallen and broken a hip on several occasions. Oh. Yes, I suppose you would want to be able to unlock your doors in those situations. Grim. I shivered at the thought, but didn't move the door-chains, because you know, why rock the boat? I never fasten the things anyway.

I thought the chrome handles in the walls were pretty weird, but funny. I never liked bannisters anyway-- the one from the basement is handy to grab if you're trying to lever a huge laundry basket through the narrow entryway.

...

Now I use them all the time, and actually need them, every day, whether I'm drunk, carrying a laundry basket, or not. Just like poor Great-Aunt Matilda.

I might change my derby name to Great-Aunt Matilda.

I can't believe I haven't posted this yet.
It's taken me being home sick from work and trying desperately to do yet more roller derby crap to remind me to spread this particular bit of love.

My team's the one in the navy blue with the stripes. I'm #17, with white caps on my kneepads and red fishnets on my legs.
Check me out at 0:54 getting completely stone-cold blindsided. The awesomest part is that I did not get one bruise from that fall. Actually it didn't hurt at all, it just slowed me down.


I hope that embed thing worked. We'll see.

Just wanted to share. Next one's Feb 2nd!

Any of you members of Allentown Athletix? They have a nice facility. Also, they're smart.
My team captain in roller derby is a fitness instructor by trade, and in general a fitness nut. She kickboxed competitively for years, her last season being 2003, when she retired after 18 wins, 2 by knockout. She's about six feet tall, shoulders like a bull, intimidating. She plays hard. Her squat bar, she is fond of saying, is exactly equivalent to the weight of one of my teammates (Notorious V.A.G., who is on the skinny side let's just say).
She's got impressive fitness qualifications, having been certified in several disciplines. She works for more than one gym, and takes on private clients for a hefty fee.

She negotiated a deal, via the Queen City Roller Girls, with Allentown Athletix: She teaches a class there every Saturday morning, 11:30 to 1:30. It is open to any member of the gym. (Nice, as there are no other classes there on Saturdays.)
It is also open to any member of the Queen City Roller Girls, with no need for them to sign up with the gym. (They have our names all on a list, and we just give them photo ID.) The QCRG are also being offered a really great membership rate, so we can use the facility anytime. And in return, we're giving the guy ad space in our programs, listing him as a sponsor, and we've agreed to make a couple of appearances at the gym on skates, probably leading a class or something. It's a really nice deal, and hopefully will benefit both parties enough that it continues, because I would love to join a gym.

It's an insanely good class. She leads off with some intense cardio kickboxing, not this Billy Blanks bullshit but real kickboxing. Then there's a weight training session, with lots of squats and some upper body work. There'll be a resistance-band segment once we get equipment sorted out (the bands in the room were too intense for any of us to manage; poor Stonewall Smack-Some almost took herself out with one and Dewey Decimator nearly snapped her skinny self in half), and then she finishes with a really good session of her Power Yoga-- some yoga, some tai-chi, some using the body as its own weight to strengthen and tone, and a lot of good body-awareness.

But what makes the class really awesome is the instructor. Mia's had a long successful career as a fitness instructor because she is a unique brand of awesome. She alternately barks commands, cracks self-deprecating jokes, bullies and encourages and motivates you to actually do the insane shit she is suggesting. She simultaneously intimidates and inspires. She has this way of demanding success from you by simply expecting that you will perform-- but if you don't, as long as you don't whine about how you can't, she will do her absolute best to give you support or more instruction so that you can perform.

This particular class, however, is also added-to significantly by the members of the class. This past Saturday, the most faithful members of the Knockouts were in attendance. I don't think I'm being vain to say that we are a particularly amusing and hard-working crowd. Hyper Bean, gifted with pattern-recognition skills, began to pick up on when Mia was about to tell us to do the exercise double-time, and would shout it out just before Mia said it. She also, at one point, when she couldn't grasp a combination, just started yelling and flailing, which made the rest of us laugh so hard that it was kind of twice the ab workout.
Stonewall Smack-Some is very new to the whole concept of kickboxing, and is not quick on the uptake physically. She's also Southern. She punctuated the class with comments about yawls just goin' on without her.
NoTorious V.A.G. peppered the entire thing with filthy double-entendres and suggestive comments.
I don't remember who it was who re-dubbed the Tai Chi section's "Wide Wu-Chi Stance" the "Wide Coochie Stance".

We worked our asses off, but we laughed our asses off too. (We followed it up today with a three-hour skating session and then a long brunch at a diner wherein we offended several patrons enough that they left, and also entertained one another until none of us could stand upright for the pain in our abs from laughing. Man, we work hard and play hard, I guess, but holy ow motherfucking ow. Also, ferrets on rollerskates: Hilarious. "Come on, Ferret! Keep up! Trust your gear! Take chances!" Though you had to be there.)

I strongly suggest that anyone who wants to hurt like a rollergirl hurts and is a member of, or had ever considered becoming a member of, Allentown Athletix haul their flabby ass out of bed on Saturday mornings and get in there at 11:30 and ask for the roller derby class.
The Knockouts (and most likely some Dollies, and maybe a Saucy or a Siren or two) will happily entertain you, as long as you do your best to keep up.
(I'm saying, by the way, that we're amusing and inspirational, not hot: you should take this class because it would be good for you, but not if you're going to be creepy. Most of us are married or as good as, bat-shit crazy, or lesbians, so you probably shouldn't be creepy or attempt to hook up with any of us. It's not really a good class for that. You'd be better off coming to a bout and sitting in the front row and hoping to catch one of us in your lap; it's less creepy and at least you paid us to get in.)

So yeah, there's my ad, kind of, and also it would be fun to combine (e:strip)pers and rollergirls. Anyone want to hurt like I hurt? COME ON DOWN. It's awesome.

So once again it's time to shamelessly pimp roller derby.
There's a bout this Saturday night.
The most fun part:
I am not skating in it. It is the other two teams vs. each other.
So! I will be at large, in the crowd, relatively free of obligations!
This is absolutely unprecedented-- I've never actually been able to watch a roller derby bout before. I sort of half-expect I'll get sucked into doing some job or other.
But I'm just so psyched.
So if anyone wants to come... I can actually drink this time, too!! I'm so excited about all this I can't even explain.

And the bout is Mardi Gras themed. So I'll be wearing my team uniform, as is expected, but I'll also be wearing some Mardi Gras-themed costume bits. Costumes are encouraged in the crowd, as well.




Come on down. I promise it will be fun. We might sell out again. And watching a crowd of [numbers may not be disclosed due to fire regulations] doing The Wave was an experience I look forward to repeating.
But if you're coming--- Let me or (e:zobar) know!!! I'll look for you and maybe I'll even be able to sit with you!!!

Come early-- we usually start letting people in around 6:45-- because we had standing room only last time and you want to score a good seat so you can see. We will have bleachers this time, but I don't know yet how good the view will be from there.

Two things.
1) The sister of an online acquaintance is moving to town and asked me for the normal advice about moving to Buffalo. I gave it to her, mentioned (e:strip). Said, where are you going to be living?
The apartment complex across the street from (e:PMT)'s!
How funny is that? So maybe she can get to the bottom of whatever those weird people were doing with their windows across the street.

2) SHAMELESS PIMPING.
I appear in a pinup calendar for the Queen City Roller Girls. These calendars did not sell out at our first bout-- although our first bout did. This would not be a problem except that these calendars kind of cost us a lot of money to print, and are going to rapidly decline in value as the year goes on. So we've got to sell them to make back our money, so we can make an even hotter one next year. Etc.
So.
We put them up for sale online.

Click the banner that says "2008 Calendars!"
Or, here's the order form, wherein you also can buy tickets:

They are $11.
$1 from every purchase benefits Crisis Services.

These calendars are really fun, and a bit hot, and mostly cute. Each month features the skaters from the 2007 season who were born in that month and also wanted their picture taken. The pictures were ALL taken by a skater on the league who taught herself portrait photography for the occasion and did all the work herself. It's really a totally grass-roots thing, but looks pretty professional and slick.

I am sorry that there are not cool preview pages for each month. There should be. Low-res versions and outtakes of the photos are up on the Myspace of the derby girl who took the photos.

The cover:


An outtake that I just think is cute: