A dazzling short film that will have you on a plane
this weekend…
I’m already counting the days until Chas’s
return. Gotta pick up the slack while he’s gone, kind of
overwhelming. The internet is voracious, “Feed me feed feed me!”
But I’ve only got so much energy, dragging multiple posts a day out
of my head is gonna kill me quick.
So… aggregate type nonsense, here we come!
Have you seen 100% ALOHAMADE? Probably. It’s two days
old, ancient in online time. But I just got clued in this AM, maybe
it slipped under your radar as well?
Sheer ridiculousness, the little grom Eli Hanneman who opens the
show. Not fair for a little kid to surf that well. Makes me
jealous, kind of hope puberty tears him to shreds. Most likely
won’t, just hand him some muscles to compliment his steez.
Is it my imagination, or has Clay Marzo been producing a
mind-blowing amount of clips recently? He disappeared there, for a
bit. Good to see him back, that type of talent is too good to keep
hidden at scary secret Maui reef wedges. The push to get him a
wildcard at Fiji is surprising, I thought he didn’t handle that
scene too well.
Dusty Payne surfs so good, it’s a shame to see him struggle on
tour. Our weird obsession with heat scores results in the
squelching of so much talent. Why, oh, why can’t we embrace the
skate model and just look for clips?
You’ve probably already seen other angles of most of Slater’s
waves months ago, but they’re worth a rewatch. Dear Robert puts on
a barrel riding clinic, reminds us he’s still the best surfer in
the world, Tour results be damned.
We even catch a quick glimpse of… is that Mitch Coleborn? Looks
to be. The man once blew my mind on a windy shit day at Ehukai.
It’s fifteen minutes well spent, will make you wish you lived in
Hawaii.
Well, keep dreaming, sucker. We’re full up on haole transplants.
I got the last spot.
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Dear Rory: “Self-Loathing Log Lover!”
By Rory Parker
The best surfer is not the one having the most fun,
it's the one surfing the best…
Dear Rory,
I’ve been surfing half my life. I started off on
shortboards, but after an epic trip the Nicaragua a few years back
I don’t even want to look at a board below nine feet. Our gutless
waves here make for ugly speed pumps and flailing arms. I catch so
many more waves than I otherwise would, the rides are longer, and I
go out on the smallest ripple with my tanks. While I love loggin’,
I fear the learning curve for my next trip with real waves will get
pretty steep. Should I dust off the fish and grovelers and force
myself to work with what we’ve got, or continue on with the
log?
Self Loathing Log Lover
Dear Rory says: I adore longboards in barreling
surf. Get in early, set a line from behind the section, jam that
trailing arm in to pump the brakes and use the extra volume to
float over turbulence. Easy as pie.
But expensive as hell. Pulling in on a big board is a costly
habit. Fuckers snap like twigs, every blown section the recipe for
a split down the middle. Flapping sheets of fiberglass, an
expensive repair bill (I both hate, and absolutely suck at, doing
my own repairs).
I struggle with my love of logs. Left long flat spell shores far
behind nearly a decade ago, never really need one. Usually
a short drive to quality surf when you live on an island in the
middle of the Pacific. Actually look forward to those sheet glass
doldrums days. Makes for great visibility, an easy swim, fish on
the spear for din-din.
Little tangent here, gotta point out how weird it is that most
surfers spend their lives floating around the lineup without
thinking about what’s going on beneath the surface. Heck of a lot of cool shit going on down
there.
Longboards are fun because they’re easy. Especially if you’re
oafish enough (as I am) to duckdive the damn things. Really takes
away the challenge factor. Fly out through the lineup, push under
an oncoming, use that foam to rocket your way to the surface. Sit
deep, outside, take your pick of sets. Remember to take a break
once in a while. We’ve all be on the receiving end of a rapacious
dick using extra planing surface to cheat his way into every wave.
Super frustrating, totally rude.
I’ve been surfing my entire life. As long as I can remember. And
I’m a pretty good surfer. Should be, after roughly three decades of
trying hard. But, as I get older, I realize I really should be
better. I can ride a hi-perf sled well enough, if I’m on. Slightly
hungover? Rhythm a bit off? Then it’s hell. Flail and struggle.
Mistime turns, bog rails, generally fucking suck.
There’s no point in making things more difficult. The waves
allow what they allow, you surf how you want to surf. You could go
shorter, ride a little mini Simmons or retro twinny. But I wonder
if there’s really a difference, between them and a log. No
matter how you slice it, it’s just about making things easier. And
regardless of your cheater varietal, you’re always gonna feel like
you’re surfing better than you actually are.
Which isn’t any fun at all. The best surfer is not the one
having the most fun, it’s the one surfing the best. But I’m
beginning to wonder if I really care whether I’m the best surfer
anymore.
It’s hard to separate fact from delusion, especially if you
spend as much time as I do inside your own head. I’m huge these
days. Cultivated mass all the way up to 260, harvested my way down
to a current 230. Which is fucking monstrous.
At 6’2″ I carry it decently enough, and I’ve converted a large
amount of that blubber to muscle. But if I’m being totally honest
with myself I know I could easily ditch another 20 pounds by eating
healthier and doing some, ugh, cardio. And if I kicked my ass into
tip-top shape I could probably hop back on my low volume rides and
start blasting fins out again.
Am I gonna? I don’t know. It doesn’t sound very fun.
Recent visitors were on some crazy health kick. No sugar, no
carbs. They look great, but their diet looks like hell. Constantly
eating, always hungry. Don’t know if there’s a middle ground, but
if there is I’d sure love some directions to it.
Anyway… I guess I’m starting to believe that there’s no honor in
making things difficult. If you’re not looking to do airs, or win
contests, riding an unforgiving board in lackluster conditions is
dumb. Sure, when some guy who’s a foot shorter and a hundred pounds
lighter than me surfs circles through the lineup on a small day I
feel like a total kook. But it’s all give and take. Yeah, he can
blow up a waist-high section, but I can reach shit on the top
shelf.
There’s no point in making things more difficult. The waves
allow what they allow, you surf how you want to surf. You could go
shorter, ride a little mini Simmons or retro twinny. But I wonder
if there’s really a difference, between them and a log.
No matter how you slice it, it’s just about making things
easier. And regardless of your cheater varietal, you’re always
gonna feel like you’re surfing better than you actually are.
Maybe that’s the secret? Just embracing the lies we tell
ourselves?
Ride what you want at home, change equipment as conditions
dictate. And when you find yourself with butterflies in the belly
on your way into a offshore, top to bottom, foreign barrel, do what
I do. Heave yourself over the ledge a few times, use the beatings
to chase away the nerves.
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Delight: These Babies Surf!
By Derek Rielly
Don't you love the juvenile egotism of these
strutting baby surfers?
Babies are sensational little fucks. Cost
nothing to make, light up your Facebook page with likes, you can
dress ’em in little Stones t-shirts, they’re always eyeballing tits
and when you get old and demented they’re obliged, ethically, to to
clean your shit and find you a decent sorta old-age joint. Why
wouldn’t you love ’em?
In this new spot by the Swiss bottled water company Evian, we
see the wonders of computer graphics turning babies into surfers.
Wait, the whole beach is full of babies, pounding bongos, strumming
guitars, manning the bar, maybe even a couple playing with carrots
in the dunes. Who knows!
What’s the metaphor for it all?
The embodiment of youth! The childlike nature of the
surfer!
“We really like the surf universe,” the creative agency told
AdWeek. “Not just for the spectacular physical thrills, but
also for the healthy lifestyle, the philosophy and the cool spirit.
Very ‘Live Young!’ ”
Watch here.
(Editor’s note: Yeah, it’s a slow news day, as they tend to be
post contest. But don’t you love the juvenile egotism of the
strutting baby surfers? The sheer fantasy of the conceit?)
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Blood Feud: Beyonce vs Blake Kueny!
By Rory Parker
Was Beyoncé, uh, inspired by Blake Kueny's View
From a Blue Moon?
Hard to believe it’s been eight months since
the trailer for View from a Blue Moon dropped.
Superb piece of film, gorgeous surf porn. Maybe the best ever.
Even if VFABM wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for, you
can’t argue that it wasn’t gorgeous. Perfectly shot, superbly
edited. A work of art. The type of thing people copy.
People like… Beyonce Knowles. Or, more likely, whoever it is
that HBO hired to cut together a promo for her new
project, Lemonade.
This is hardly the first time the Knowles machine has been
accused of intellectual theft. A quick google turns up some pretty
damning evidence.
And who could forget that monument to cultural appropriation,
Drunk in Love?
Is this the first shot in a coming race war? Will the tables
turn, black artists now stealing from white?
Is it coincidence, homage, or outright theft?
Does a surf filmer have the financial wherewithal to sue a music
industry powerhouse?
Is this the beginning of a cultural shift that will see millions
of black Americans flood coastal ‘burgs in pursuit of a righteous
slide?
Only time will tell.
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Parker: Your Oi Rio Pro Survival Kit!
By Rory Parker
Includes Weisner penis clamp and a PicoBong
vibrating butt plug!
We’re slightly less than a month out from Rio!
Can you smell the excitement? Is that what excitement smells like?
Sewage and poverty and rampant corruption? If only you could bottle
it…
I love Brazilians. They get a bad rap. They might be loud,
obnoxious, have terrible etiquette in the lineup, but no more so
than your typical Californian. Maybe less. I’ve never heard one
moaning about “racism” in Hawaii, bumps them up a few notches in my
book.
The Oi Rio Pro will probably suck, which is too bad. Brazil
deserves a world-class event. They love their sports, love to surf,
are churning out contest talent at a breakneck pace.
An emerging market, kinda. Not sure how much money can be sucked
out of a country that seems to suffer an economic collapse every
ten minutes. But I guess it depends how you look at things. Trickle
down nonsense helping everyone? Probably not. Economic disparity
enriching a few at the cost of the majority? Okay, yeah, I can see
that.
We know the water’s poison, we also know the WSL plays ball. ‘QS
events failing to pay off competitors in a timely manner is
shocking. Rule book requires the WSL receive the bread in advance.
Nothing wrong with sweetheart deals in support of a struggling
venue. Wave the sanctioning costs, subsidize entrance fees, that’d
be great. Not cool to place the burden on athletes’ backs.
Especially when the amount involved is a pittance.
But Brazil is Brazil. Bunch of rich assholes chase money while
fucking everyone else. Sounds familiar.
Will the rumored competitor boycott happen? I doubt it.
Will someone get sick? Probably.
Will they be able to prove it was related to water quality?
I’d ask my lawyer, but I already know the answer. Fifteen
minutes of hemming and hawing wrapped up with an, “It’s up to the
courts to decide.”
With the difficulty inherent in pursuing a legal judgment
against a US corporation operating on foreign soil, it’s up to the
competitors to protect themselves. They could band together, stage
a revolt, refuse to surf. But that’s unlikely to happen. Getting a
bunch of independent contractor competitors to cooperate with each
other is difficult. Especially since surfing was effectively union
busted a couple years back.
Instead, better to look to personal protection. Since you can’t
surf in a bio-hazard suit something needs to be assembled
piecemeal.
Which is why I am introducing the BeachGrit approved Oi
Rio Pro competitor kit. We’re not being paid to endorse any of the
following product. Really. You can trust BeachGrit. We’d
never stoop so low as to shill for a product we didn’t believe
in.
Like, say, a leash with magnets in the cuff produced by a
company with whom we’ve partnered to produce cinch-top “waterman”
backpacks.
If you’re gonna stay healthy, you better seal up those head
holes!
But don’t forget, your only openings aren’t the ones up top! If
you want to protect yourself from all the creepy crawlies looking
to worm their way into your insides you’ve gotta seal yourself up
tighter than the North Korean border.