Your beloved BeachGrit broke the news yesterday
that Surfing Magazine, a beacon of American journalism,
was possibly being outsourced to Indonesia. Wages there cost
Surfing’s parent company, The Enthusiast Network,
a fraction of what they do in the United States, healthcare costs
are minimal and not expected to be subsidized, 401ks do not exist.
It is, theoretically, a sound business move but heartbreaking none
the less.
Today, the rumor has proven true. Web editor B. Buckley wrote on
the Surfing homepage, “We are not leaving.” (read complete missive here) The staff is holed
up in a villa, apparently, watching pirated movies but the fun
won’t last long. It is assumed Buckley and crew will train the
monkeys who sit high above Uluwatu to punch out video edits and
almost funny words before being sent into the night like those who
worked at Cisco Systems or Dell Computers.
It may look the same but it won’t exactly be the same. Alas,
progress marches forward but we will, nevertheless, remember.
RIP Surfing Magazine. You were loved.
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Surf rage is so the rage II
By Rory Parker
In this second round, Rory Parker serves up an
ethnic melange worthy of UFC. Ding ding! Now that's the sound of
entertainment...
The first fight I remember taking part in
happened around the corner from Newport Heights Elementary School a
few minutes after the final bell rang.
I was in third grade, a newly enrolled student facing the grind
of assimilating into one of the ravenous packs of jackals that
comprise childhood social structure. I was having a tough go of it,
identifying and conforming to the rough and ready norms and mores
embraced by the various naturally forming cliques was proving
elusive. My Airwalk sneakers were lame, all the cool kids wore
black Vision Street Wear hi tops.
It seemed unfair. To my mind I was a shy and bookish kid who
just wanted to make a few friends. In truth I was more than a
little obnoxious. Too smart for my own good, with a tendency, never
unlearned, to voice whatever comment was currently running through
my head. Then, as now, that comment was all too often either rude,
cutting, inappropriate, or some combination of the three.
My opponent was one Ben Dover. I have no idea if that was his
actual surname, I imagine not. He was in special education, sharing
time with us at recess but spending his time learning in a trailer
parked next to the baseball diamond. He was a friendly, happy kid.
Due to whatever learning disability he grappled with, he was openly
referred to as a “retard” in a way that was, in retrospect,
viciously cruel, though totally acceptable by late nineteen
eigthies standards.
I don’t remember why we were fighting. I suspect that one of the
“cool” kids had decided we must, and told everyone during lunch
that we would, and by the third grade laws of social pressure we
were then required to. I definitely didn’t have a problem with Ben.
I didn’t even know him, really.
At 2:45 the bell rang, and we were released into the surrounding
neighborhood. Some kids had parents waiting to pick them up, but
more commonly we were trusted to navigate our own ways home.
We were around the corner shortly, out of the eyesight of any
teachers or administrators. A circle of taunting, gibbering,
lunatics formed, with Ben and me at the center. The battle was
on.
I shoved him first, he shoved me back. I don’t remember what I
said, but it must have been mean. He started crying and tackled me
to the ground.
I had assumed, because he was a “retard,” that I could take him.
I don’t know why. He was bigger than me, ruddily healthy in the way
that slightly slow, but physically strong, people often are, while
I was a short, slight, tow headed little grommet. He pinned me down
and shook me, not sure how, or not willing to, inflict any actual
damage. It wasn’t long before I realized I’d lost and stopped
struggling.
Ben let me go, stood up, and the moment he turned his back I
kicked him in the ass as hard as I could. He went sprawling, face
first, on the concrete, then lie there crying. He didn’t get back
up.
I’d won. I was crying and shaking and victorious when I heard an
unidentified voice behind speak up in a tone that was impressively
sarcastic, for one so young.
“Yeah, Rory, good job on making the retard cry.”
The US Open is such a delightful clusterfuck. Since the days it
was called the OP Pro and people burnt shit, up until it became the
venue of choice for drunken inlander store window smashing, it’s
been a guaranteed source of drama and hijinks. The waves may suck,
and you may be forced to park three miles away, but I urge everyone
who gets the chance to spend a day enmeshed in the branded exercise
in borderline anarchy and child nudity that is Huntington Beach’s
yearly WQS10000 event.
1. You’d have to be an idiot to take a swing at Kainoa
McGee.
2. What’s with Kala’s beanie?
3. My lawyer wife thinks the dude who got beat should have sued
Kainoa, Kala, the company that runs water patrol, and the event
sponsor. But of course she does, that’s her job.
I can’t place these kids’ accents. Are they Aussies, Kiwis,
South Africans? Anyway, watching kids fight is great, I wish there
was a youth boxing circuit nearby so I could do it regularly.
I’d be really hesitant to fight anyone in Hawaii. MMA and joo
jeetsoo are just too popular, you never know who’s spent years
training to rip people’s limbs off. These guys don’t look like
they’ve spent much time in the gym, but the tall dude’s relaxed and
nonchalant style makes it pretty clear this ain’t the first time
he’s fought someone in a parking lot.
It’s during moments like these, when tempers flare and passion
rules, that surfing almost becomes a sport. Otherwise it’s just a
bunch of hippies playing in the water and talking about how much
they all love each other during post heat interviews.
I hope you enjoyed this installment. Until next time, enjoy
watching this little butterball totally lose his shit.
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WSL tips a sexist hand?
By Rory Parker
Yes.
Current reporting states that the WSL is making
moves towards moving the start date of the men’s Fiji Pro forward a
few days in order to catch a “phenomenal” swell scheduled to hit
Cloudbreak this Friday. That’s nice. Nothing would suck more than
another tedious series of lay days followed by guys
three-to-the-beaching it in junk surf.
The only problem, Friday is the final day of the women’s event.
With the ladies constantly playing second banana to their penis
bearing counterparts due to overlapping waiting periods this
might’ve been an opportunity to display their skills in honest to
god A+ quality barreling surf. Of course, that presupposes that the
WSL sees the women’s division as a legitimate sport with
world-class athletes, rather than some half-assed sideshow they’re
obligated to maintain to stave off feminist indignation.
Today’s decision to run the final day of the girls’ deal in
crumbly onshore slop makes the WSL’s stance pretty damn clear. The
women aren’t good enough surfers to deserve truly good surf. Even
if they somehow luck into it, it’ll just be ripped from their grasp
and handed to the men.
I wonder how the girls will feel come Friday, as they watch guys
get pitted off their gourds in six-foot Cloudbreak. Will it bother
them? Will they rage against the injustice of the situation? Will
they ponder their place in an industry that largely portrays them
as sex objects unworthy of the respect due any truly talented
waterperson?
Or will they heave a sigh of relief?
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Interview: Ross Williams on Filipe, Kelly,
Fiji!
By Derek Rielly
The WSL's gun commentator analyses the tour at its
mid point…
I have never heard talk come more naturally or casually
than from the mouth of Mr Ross Williams, the 43-years-old
WSL commentator, and one-time tour habitué.
It has none of the tautness or deadly care that is the in the
speech of his contemporaries. He is devil-may-care. He gets in an
easy rhythm and he saws without cease.
The Fiji Pro, men’s division, starts in one week. I was
compelled to ask Ross his opinion of what lies ahead. The following
interview was made over email, which I usually hate, but which I
had no choice since Ross is in Fiji and I’m in the Mentawai Island
with only the smallest sliver of phone reception. Satellite
internet, on the other hand (three grand a month on my vessel) was
decent.
And, therefore, we begin…
BeachGrit: I was thrilled to hear from you again. I
don’t what it is, or maybe I do (such zest!), but your commentary
enlivens the game! With Fiji about to boil, I do want to ask
these questions. First, is Filipe, this year, the most exciting
thing you’ve ever seen? Did your heart explode in Brazil when he
ran down the line and punched out the ten?
Ross: Filly is surfing out of his mind right now. The
performance he put on in Brazil was radical on its own but if you
think about the fact that he’s been displaying that level all the
way back from the Goldie, shows me that he can sustain this circus
act for the entire year. Fiji, Tahiti and Hawaii will be places
where his act gets diluted a bit but I think he could definitely
muster up decent results in heavier waves as well. In my opinion,
he will have a shot come Pipe time to win the title.
BeachGrit: If you were still in the pro game, what would
be your strategy against the kid?
Ross: I’d personally just try to draw attention away from the
airs with throwing spray. Especially in non beachbreak venues.
Nothing anyone can do in rippable beachies.
BeachGrit: Fiji is a diff game to Brazil, and to Snapper
and Bells and Margarets, for that matter. Four foot and under, who
are the favourites?
Ross: For Cloudbreak? I’d say ADS (Adriano de Souza) and
Gabriel. When it’s smaller out there they are really tough to
beat.
BeachGrit: Six feet and over, who would you sling your
cash on?
Ross: Kelly, JJ (who’s out, anyway) and Owen are big favorites
when it’s heavy at CB.
BeachGrit: Overall, who thrills you to watch at
Cloudbreak?
Ross: Kelly reads that wave better than anyone. He draws super
aggressive lines and always maxes out the tube time with his
positioning.
BeachGrit: If it moves to Restaurants, what’s your call
on event favs?
Ross: Still Kelly, but I think the goofies will be stoked, as
the waves can be tricky to find the right pace.
BeachGrit: Last time, we spoke about your gun phrases,
event-specific phrases you dress a contest up with. What’s on the
griddle for Fiji?
Ross: All my little cheeky phrases just pop in my head at
random. Most times I’m just as surprised as the people listening.
Ha!
BeachGrit: The riddle of Kelly in 2015. Thrown out in
terrible conditions, languishing in the middle of the tour ratings.
What do you see? What are your thoughts?
Ross: I think Kelly will be heavily energized if he wins this
event. If he gets another poor result in Fiji it could really force
him to check out mentally in terms of competing on tour. His
surfing is on-point and still more than relevant on tour. No one
would be surprised if he wins the next three events.
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Scandal: Surfing Magazine outsourced?
By Chas Smith
Has yet another American institution been shipped
to foreign shores?
As near as I can tell, Surfing
Magazine has moved their most important people (besides
Pete Taras) to Bali and set up what they call “The Factory.” There
filmers film, editors edit, shooters shoot and 2-3 sessions are
cranked into full video parts with delightful frequency. Look at
Evan G. in the clip above. Look at him flare and have fun and be
cute etc. etc. Nice, no? A gorgeously simple 2 minute plus
break in your day.
But Surfing‘s “The Factory” begs a larger question. How
expendable will Surfing Magazine‘s most important people
be in Bali? Let us be, frankly and coldly, honest. American
businesses have become very rich by cutting costs and expanding
margins at the expense of the talented drone. Computer work gets
outsourced to India, manufacturing to China, farming to Mexico. And
I will get right to the point. Are the overlords at
Surfing outsourcing content production to Bali?
I was just kidding about it being a scandal. It would be smart.
Anyone can do this line of work. Literally anyone. But look at
Evan’s dreamy turn!