University of Florida at night.
Cat scarves are a vital part of professional business attire.
I didn’t watch the Oscars. Instead I saved four hours of my life and Googled the results this morning.
Does anyone care about them anymore?
Hunting for coffee in the fog.
This post-apocalyptic scene was the fog in Ocala this morning, and not some sort of George Romero zombie film.
Crashing on your friend’s couch means that you are out in the world interacting with humans much earlier than you would be if you were home with your own coffee setup.
The Story Corps trailer outside of the library.
I really like the idea of recording a story for Story Corps, but at the time when you were required to sign up, I couldn’t think of anything. From what I understood (or just assumed) at the time, is that Story Corps wanted nice stories from families or pleasant little one-offs from elderly folk.
I feel like what I could offer them would be kind of a cynical perspective of a long-time resident in a college town who’s been here past his expiration date.
When I was at the library I picked up a bunch of pulp crime books. Mostly Hard Case Crime novels. Once I’m done with 1Q84 by Murakami, that little project begins.
Bench coaching pictures.
I’ve done a few new things this year with roller derby. I started out as a fan a few years back, got talked into NSOing, then I became a ref, then head ref of a WFTDA league for a while.
Over the last year I became extremely disenchanted with reffing in the current WFTDA structure. I don’t want to make this a rant against an organization so let’s just say that I think WFTDA has a long, long way to go in establishing a professional referee presence. It might have to go all the way back to the way refs are treated and recruited within each league.
So that brings us up to this year. I still love roller derby. I played in a mixed scrimmage with some fellow ex- and current referees a few weeks back. That was great.
This past Sunday I got to bench coach for an amazing team. These blurry photos are all I managed to capture. I had high hopes of getting some action shots as I was over there on the bench, but that didn’t happen. I was far too busy screaming my fool head off, and encouraging my friends, and throwing helmet covers, and calling time outs, and requesting offical reviews.
Bench coaching is great. I love that I can be positive and root for my friends instead of trying to maintain objectivity the whole game and ignoring the nasty things that sometimes get said to referees.
Let me add: Referees are the salt of the earth. They’re volunteers who are doing a very difficult task for no money whatsoever. They get very little thanks. Give them a break, treat them like human beings. Without them, you would not have WFTDA play. You wouldn’t have non-WFTDA play. There wouldn’t be a game. Go hug a referee. Go hug your volunteers.
Also, this is the rare color post from The B Roll. These two trucks are sitting outside UF’s College of Education. This is the biggest punchline waiting to happen.
Changing out of wheels and cleaning bearings. This is step one- I popped off the bearings from my old wheels and was preparing to clean them off with acetate.
This was probably after I cleaned them and was drying them off and getting the year's worth of gunk off of them.
Using a bearing press to get them on the wheel. This is a very satisfying process.
New Poison wheels on the left. Old ones on the right. Definitely can tell the wear and tear.
Final product with my Crazy Skates. Still might need to replace these bearings with some new ones, and maybe find a toe solution since you can tell the skate on the right is showing some wear.
I played in my first derby bout (as opposed to reffing) this past Sunday and I changed out my wheels and my bearings for it. This probably wasn’t the brightest idea as Poisons need a little bit of breaking in before they’re nice and grippy. Consequently I think I had some ghost-blocker type situations where I probably could’ve avoided it.