Consumerism gets a bad name because most people are bad consumers. Buying shit. Throwing it away. But buying things that sing? That matter? Well that’s a different story and if you follow my lead not only will you feel happy, you will look amazing. And WSL CEO Paul Speaker will be quaking in his tasseled loafers. The rarest win-win-win.
Oh you’ve seen them dancing on our page for months now and should have stopped by. In case you haven’t, go today! I bought this jacket just minutes ago and will wear it to my future meeting with WSL CEO Paul Speaker (fingers crossed) to let him know that I’m a powder keg ready to blow!
What a brand! Started by surfers, for surfers, about surfers, with surfers, making surf things. I am going to buy this leash as soon as I make some more money and use it to keep my board attached to my leg after wipeout but also bring it to my future meeting with WSL CEO Paul Speaker (fingers crossed) and playfully whip his khaki pant’d bottom.
It is the greatest magazine around. I am going to gift a subscription to… Oh never mind, WSL CEO Paul Speaker just wouldn’t understand but you would and should 100% get a subscription for yourself. It is absolutely gorgeous in every way, shape and form. The cover of the latest issue might be the most beautiful cover of all time.
In the wake of Albee’s 720, the dead horses that are surfers have been beaten sufficiently when it comes to calling air rotations. However, somehow it is still flooding my newsfeed as a 540. I’ve been saying it since the Slater 540 fiasco. To a skater or snowboarder it is simply baffling that Slater’s air wasn’t a clear 720.
Stab went so far as censoring my definitive Slater 720 explanation because they vehemently disagreed. It’s like trying to explain color to a blind man. It’s like talking evolution with a bible-thumper. It’s impossible. And annoying. And fruitless. However, I am yet to hear any logical arguments from the other side.
Below is an excerpt from my aforementioned, unpublished Stab breakdown of Slater’s air. While tedious, this should help lift the surf blinders just long enough to let the photo breakdown of Albee’s air penetrate the rational corners of your brain:
In the age of cyber-virality, Slater’s air is already old news, having even made the embarrassing mainstream rounds (queue the kooks at TMZ). However, surf media outlets at first seemed unsure whether or not to call the maneuver a 540 or 720. Now that the dust has settled, it would seem that the consensus reached by the surfing masses is: 540. And that, my friends, is bullshit.
Lets begin with the straight air and work incrementally towards Slater’s pioneering rotation. A straight air, technically speaking, is a 180. While none of the three major board sports would call it a 180 (skateboard/snowboard on a halfpipe/quarterpipe), when you go up a transition forward facing and then come back down the same transition forward facing, some increment of 180 degree turns has to of taken place. For a straight air, the minimum rotation takes place. Therefore, it is a 180.
Now lets move on to the air reverse. For the air reverse, you go up forward, land backwards and continue the rotation on the face/whitewater of the wave. The rotation in the air is therefore 180 degrees more than the previously mentioned straight air. 180 +180 = 360. While this is absolute common knowledge in skateboarding and snowboarding, for some reason this is the point at which surfing begins to get a bit muddled.
Next, we have the full rotation. Before Slater’s Baleal blast, this was the pinnacle of non-alley-oop rotations (we will discuss the physics of Albee’s double alley-oop another time). If we follow the incremental pattern, the full rotation is 180 degrees more than the air reverse and is therefore a 540. The full rotation occurs in the air, opposed to the air reverse where the final 180 is spun on the face/whitewater. When you go up forward and then land forward on the same transition, it is always going to be a 180 + any increment of 360’s. The initial 180 is the rotation which has you positioned to come back down forward. The only way to continue spinning and still come down forward is to do one or more full 360’s. Therefore, here are the degree spins in which you go up a transition forward and land again on the same transition forward: 180, 540 (180+360), 900 (180+360+360 (remember Tony Hawk?)), 1260 (180+360+360+360) etc.
We are now left with Slater’s self-proclaimed “aerial.” He goes up forward and lands backwards. As previously discussed, a 540 would always result in the rider landing forward again. What is it then? 540 + 180 = 720. It is that easy.
Now, the only real possible doubt about the rotation is whether or not he launched EXACTLY forward and landed EXACTLY backwards. This, however, is trivial. In skating and snowboarding this is also the case, but does not change what the maneuver is called. If surfing/surfers have such a big problem with this, the pattern of giving rotations alternative names must then continue. 180 = straight air, 360 = air reverse, 540 = full rotation and 720 = ??? Until it is given a name, people need to immediately stop referring to Slater’s 720 as a 540. It is embarrassing to both surfing and board sports as a whole.
Attached is a photo breakdown of Albee’s air, 180 degrees at a time. So easy, a dead-horse surfer can understand. Can someone please try and rebuke this? I am fascinated to see how you came to a 540. Cheers!
Rory Parker gives thanks to "my big ol dick," "my whore of a wife", Dane Reynolds and more!
A million years ago a bunch of buckle wearing zealots fled Europe because their toxic take on Chiristianity was no longer welcome on the continent. They arrived in America, mooched a meal off the indigenous inhabitants, burned a few women at the stake. Other stuff happened.
Fast forward a few years, and I’m gonna eat a shit load of food to celebrate with a good friend who was kind enough to invite us into his home for the holiday.
Thanksgiving is, strangely, a day I actively try to be thankful for the wonderful life I live. I spend most of my time in a doom and gloom, everything-sucks, mindset. Nice to take a break for a minute.
Yesterday I was combing the island for disposable creme brulee tins. Three hours of searching, came up empty. Was getting pretty upset about it, mere moments away from cursing the heavens, when I got a nice little moment of clarity. The lack of those little metallic cups was, literally, the worst problem in my life. Talk about totally lacking perspective.
Keeping that in mind, here are twenty things I’m thankful for:
Sticky Bumps tropical flavor
My ancestors were on the winning side of every massacre/genocide they were involved in.
My french bulldog, Mr Debs
Futures fins (thanks for the box of gear, guys!)
Black truffle goat cheese
My whore of a wife
My big ol’ dick
BeachGrit readers, even though I often hate you fuckers.
My ghetto bidet rig
The ocean. Just in general. Such a wonderfully near-magic pile of water.
Fluid 21st century gender roles
Air rifle gun law loopholes
Dane Reynolds (I finally got around to watching Chapter 11)
Ain’t it weird how the world works? A game of inches. Missing success or disaster with a single step.
How many times have you had a brush with death? How many missed opportunities keep you awake at night? If you’d made different choices, would your life be much different?
Would it be much better?
I had no idea that Alex Florence once tried to wrangle her kids onto a reality show. Called it My Three Sons.Kind of a weird move. That type of exposure ain’t great for a growing boy. Child stars traditionally face a pretty grim reality upon maturity. I imagine child reality stars would face similar. Probably worse.
I wonder how John John’s career would have proceeded, had Hollywood come knocking?
Fifteen years old, height of awkward, living in a small community where privacy is already scarce. Everyone knows everything, true secrets in short supply.
Florence was already a name at that point, but no more so than any highly hyped phenom.
“The next Slater” was being thrown around, but we’d heard that before.
He was the first to break the curse. Became a freak, already sure to be a legend.
Would everything have gone the same way had he suffered to see his every adolescent misstep documented?
Would he have been mocked by peers?
Teased and judged?
Would he have burnt out, picked up and addiction, dwindled away into another tale of wasted potential?
Would he still be the greatest surfer in the world, or just another sad reality show sidenote?
It's Thanksgiving in America. Craig "Ando" Anderson once also got super gluttonous!
It is Thanksgiving in America. A time when families gather and eat as absolutely much as they can. Stuffing their guts full. Craig Anderson, even though he is Australian, once did the same thing. This exchange was recorded seven years ago. Let’s eavesdrop…
Craig Anderson says, “Me and Matt spend sixty bucks on Maccas the other night.”
Ollie, Craig’s friends, asks what they got.
Craig says, “Everything.”
Matt, Craig’s one time filmer says, “I didn’t think it was possible to spend sixty dollars at McDonalds. It was really next level.”
Craig butts in, “Matt had a couple of double quarter pounder meals. It was three in the morning and we were driving back from South Oz.”
Ollie asks Craig what he had and Craig tells him. “I had…three coffees…I had…a double cheeseburger meal…uhhhhh…two chicken meals…and a toasted sandwich.”
Ollie, amazed, says, “You had meals on all of ‘em? You were doubling up on fries and drinks?”
Craig says, “Ah no. I just had coffee and only one fries.”