Nothing serious, just a funny lil movie of surfing
crumbs, having fun…
I talk a lot of shit about longboarding, but if
I’m being totally honest, I actually ride a log pretty often. I
don’t go in for the single-fin plank though. Give me a rockered out
potato chip of a 9’0″.
Yeah, they break like crazy, and they feel a hundred times
cooler than they look, but what do I really care? I’m a married man
in his mid-thirties. If I can’t dork it up to my heart’s content,
then who can?
I think my real problem with longboarding is how seriously it’s
taken. Because, I mean, it’s supposed to be all about fun, right?
And if you’re having fun you really shouldn’t be worried about
being taken seriously. It’s like rocking up to a bar right before
last call and looking for the horniest slag in the room to creep
home with. Super fun, nothing wrong with it, but if someone wants
to bust your balls for taking the easiest road possible you should
just shut your mouth and take it.
If I had my druthers and could pick my poison, I’d rather watch
Bonga charge bombs at Second Reef than a bunch of long hairs style
it up at Byron Bay. That scene’s just too thought out for my taste.
Too many lifestyle shots, too much time wasted on skinny boys
staring soulfully into the distance.
Knobs is the first longboard vid I’ve seen in a long time that
didn’t leave a sour taste in my mouth. Nothing serious going on,
just playfully tongue-in-cheek wave sliding in Redondo Beach
slop.
And my buddy Tom’s brewery, the King Harbor Brewing Company, got
a shout out in the credits, which is pretty neat.
Three days of local Ed Factor and friends action!
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How to: Shoot Down an Asshole Drone!
By Derek Rielly
Those lil 'copters driving you crazy? Blast 'em to
bits with special new ammo!
I love drones. Not the sort that annihilate
Islamists, their brown faces lit up by US ordinance in the murky
interior of their Yemeni huts, but the little helicopters that gift
us surf footage that was once only available to anyone with the
cash to hire a helicopter.
Lately, howevs, there’s been a swing in opinion against
drones.
Late last year, BeachGrit ran a story by New Yorker
Robert Fazio where he wrote, in part, “Not only has the angle
become tired, when I go to the beach I don’t want to see some
asshole with a soul patch piloting a drone because he can’t surf
the wave that he is filming. Drones are obnoxious and ugly
and they create unoriginal footage that reminds me more of CNN’s
coverage of a crash site than it does of scantily clad men riding
pieces of foam in paradise.”
Now, thanks to Snake River Shooting Products, there’s a
12-gauge shotgun shell built specifically to take down
drones.
Let’s read the press release!
“Drones or light-quad-copters are one of the best-selling new
gadgets on the market, and were among the top new Christmas gifts
given in 2014. Stories about drones are hitting the news daily
in both positive and negative light. While a great product idea,
unfortunately, drones have a tremendous potential for misuse and
these misuses have been happening more and more frequently.
“With the ability to carry on board cameras, drones have been
and are being used for spying on unsuspecting neighbors and others
without their permission. With little regulation surrounding drone
use, there is much confusion about what a person may do to defend
against drone threats.
“Drone Munition was created to provide defense against the
danger caused when drones are misused. Drone Munition is lead free,
safe for the environment and provides a very high quality load that
will effectively disable a drone encroaching your property’s
airspace. As a side note, the round also makes for a very high end
hunting load for ducks, geese or turkeys.”
Note: I ain’t a lawyer and I’m definitely not
across international laws, but it might be illegal in some states
to start shooting drones out of the sky. In the meantime, here’s a
wonderful drone clip from the Tasmanian photographer Stu
Gibson.
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Candid: The Irish are the greatest people
on earth!
By Rory Parker
It's true! And the waves, oh the waves…
I’ve been lucky enough to travel pretty extensively. After my
wife got her undergrad degree we sold everything we owned and spent
a year traveling around the world. Good times, lots of adventures,
some of which I should really start putting down in words.
Like the time I got drunk and agreed to fight a professional
Kurdish kickboxer (I did not win that fight), or the night we did
filthy, filthy, things to two beautiful 19-year-old backpackers
from Vermont (you haven’t lived until you’ve seen a girl stick a
digit in her best friend’s ass).
Since Americans rarely travel we spent a lot of time with other
types. It’s how I learned that I really don’t care for Italians or
Belgians or Israelis (just the men though. My god, are Israeli
women beautiful!), that Argentine men are gorgeous enough to tempt
the most hetero soul, that Australians are a blast but don’t know
when to turn it off…
Like the night we did filthy, filthy, things to two beautiful
19-year-old backpackers. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a girl
stick a digit in her best friend’s ass.
…and that the Irish are my favorite people in the entire
world.
The accent, the no-holds barred ball-busting, the good-natured
drunken rants about football, you’ve just gotta love the Irish.
Unless, I suppose, you’re English. Then you just steal their
land and force them into underclass status.
Winter Glow is a short story from Irish big wave surfer Ollie O
Flaherty. Filmed and edited by Kev Smith. Presented by C-Skins
Wetsuits. www.c-skins.com/europe
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Warshaw: “Pottz is a bully! Joe Turpel is
so blank!”
By Derek Rielly
The great surf historian barbecues the WSL
commentary team…
The Encyclopedia of Surfing (click!) is the ongoing,
life-work of the former pro surfer turned surfing magazine
editor turned historian, Matt Warshaw. This morning, Matt wrote a
hurtful piece barbecuing the brave men and women who front the WSL
broadcasts.
Here’s a taste.
“Martin Potter’s jaw-grinding voice sounds as if its
been filtered through six espresso shots and a migraine
headache. Ross Williams’ has me considering preemptive adenoidal
surgery for my son. Todd Kline? Car saleman. Rosy Hodge? Who can
hear her above the angel choir and softly strumming lutes?
“And then Joe Turpel. During a trifling Round Two heat
between a couple of backbenchers, Peter Mel, from the channel,
reported that he wasn’t sure if Glen Simpson was or was not
riding a quad, and Turpel replied “Thanks for the insight, Pete!”
at which point a rhesus monkey began flinging itself against
the opposing sides of my skull because Mel’s comment was exactly,
definitively, almost scientifically the opposite of
insightful. Turpel hurts me on a both a professional
and personal level.”
Immediately, I challenged Warshaw to back up his cruelty in the
following email exchange.
BeachGrit: Why do the commentators trouble you so? I
love every single second! Joe, whom you say hurts you, is the voice
of surf! No does it better than Martin
Potter…
Warshaw: Growing up in Los Angeles as a sports fan, you listened
to Vin Scully all summer and fall, and Chick Hearn all winter and
spring. Scully was the Dodgers announcer; Hearn did the Lakers.
Both guys were so incredibly good. Vin was the ultimate in
laid-back cool, very even-toned, unflappable, but so deep-down
smart about the game, and had a million little stories vignettes
that he’d casually drop into the conversation at the perfect time.
Hearn was the opposite, all hyper and excitable. But again,
monstrously smart about the game, and filled up with great stories.
The point being, you’d turn the radio on just to be in their
presence. They were every bit as good at what they did, every bit
as practiced and professional, as the guys they were covering. So
right there, that’s the unscientific measure I put to the WSL
announcers. How good are they at their job compared to the guys
they’re talking about? One-tenth as good? No way, not even that
high. I mean, with Scully and Hearn it was the exact opposite of
the WSL, where lots of people hit mute during the webcast. Even if
the Dodgers or Lakers were having a shit game, you’d keep the radio
on for the announcing. Vic Scully, by the way, is still at it.
Eighty-seven years old! Sixty-six years in the biz!
BeachGrit: Of the WSL crew, who does it best,
y’think?
Warshaw: Ross Williams and Ron Blakey. Ross has a friendly
presence, and knows what it’s like to be out there hunting scores.
But his voice has me reaching for the Mucinex bottle. Blakey I like
too, and he’s probably the one who could take it furthest, but
there’s something weird he does with word emphasis that kind of
drives me up the wall. Just sort of boldfacing words to generate
excitement, even when things aren’t at all exciting. It’s like a
guy revving his bike in neutral.
BeachGrit: Potter?
Warshaw: He just seems irritated at all times. He’s kind of a
bully. He likes to intimidate. He’s always been that way, even at
15. It made him great as a surfer, but it doesn’t work in the
booth.
BeachGrit: Strider, he of the fantastic steroidal
tits?
Warshaw: The greatest mystery of all. Fantastic surfer, amazing
life story, from all accounts a super nice person. But Strider’s
ongoing WSL presence is maybe the best indicator that the
organization has no real interest in improving the product.
BeachGrit: And Joe!
Warshaw: Has to be the WSL’s sweetest, most decent person. And
has the best TV face, after Rosy Hodge. But just so . . . blank! So
opinion-free. Joe brings nothing to the table but mellow, mindless
enthusiasm, and yeah it drives me nuts. Tell me again what you like
about him?
BeachGrit: What do I like? The sing-song tone and, yeah,
the pretty face. I do like Ron and Joe’s matching Hugh Grant
foppish cuts.
Warshaw: What happened to the newbie, the girl from LA? What was
her name? She wasn’t doing the heavy lifting, just quick little
post-heat interviews mostly, but she was good. Chelsea Cannell! The
best of the whole WSL gang actually, in terms of doing her job
right. What happened to her?
BeachGrit: What did happen to Chelsea! This I’ll
investigate! You liked her too?
Warshaw: Very much! If she was let go, wow, see if she’ll tell
you what it’s like behind the scenes. Except she probably won’t.
Too nice. Too professional. What I said about Potter earlier, you
know, he’ll be the guy, once the WSL craters, who gives us the real
story. I’m so looking forward to hearing about what this has all
been like the past couple of years. The paranoia and secrecy and
lies are going to explode someday and it will be amazing, and Pottz
will be the first to tell us how it all went down.
BeachGrit: Would you ever do it?
Warshaw: Step into the booth?
BeachGrit: Yes!
Warshaw: Oh fuck no! What those guys are trying to do is
incredibly difficult and fraught and just terrifying. I wouldn’t
set foot in there for a million bucks. People have this idea that
you just stroll in, put the headphone on and start slinging bon
mots—no way! It’s just like surfing at the highest level. You need
natural talent, and you need to work at it constantly. It ain’t
like sitting around watching the webcast with friends. It’s a
high-wire act, and I have huge respect for anybody who does it
well.
BeachGrit: Last one, where are the people of colour? Is
surfing that racist they couldn’t find one commentator of African
descent? Or anyone LGBT? Or a native Indian? Or a Muslim,
maybe?
Warshaw: Sal Masekela was pretty good on the mic. Too bro-down,
too much of a back-slapper, but smart, and has such a great voice.
Strider’s in there, but not Sal? How is that possible? There must
be so much at work here that we just don’t know anything about.
Maybe Strider works for free, and Sal wanted to get paid. Who
knows?
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Advice: “Give him sex and food
regularly”
By Anthony Pancia
How does Gabrielle Reece keep her alpha Laird
Hamilton happy? Guess!
How’s the saying go? Behind every great
man…
Doubt for a second Laird Hamilton is a great man? Nope, me
neither. Turns out Laird’s wife Gabby thinks so too, so much so she
has four basic rules to keeping her “Alpha Male” happy.
Mrs Hamilton shared her “Controversial Secret to a Happy
Marriage” with Lewis Howles on his “The School of Greatness”
podcast.
“Even though some may find the following advice controversial,
she had some smart things to say about how important it is to
enable alpha males to stand in their power,” says
Howles. “Gabby shared that by honouring her partner in this
way, it allows him to support her as a strong powerful woman, which
is a key to their successful marriage. She also pointed out that it
hasn’t been smooth sailing all through the years.”
Amen to that. Oh honey…I’m home!
Gabrielle Reece’s Four Rules for Keeping Your Alpha Happy…
1) Respect his masculinity and give him space.
Men know what they need to do when you give them the space to do it
and allow them to step into their power.
2) Give him food and sex regularly. These are
the two biggest ways to show alpha males you care.
3) Allow him space to be tender and honour you as a
woman. Even very masculine men need to tap into balance by
showing their softer side.
4) Don’t try to be his mother. An alpha male
does not need that authority figure in his partner.
(Listen here)
(And in case you missed it, here’s the ESPN nude shoot)