I just sent my resume in to be Paul Speaker's
number one!
Sooooooooo yesterday I was sent the job
description for my DREAM JOB!
The EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT to CEO of WORLD SURF LEAGUE.
Do you even know who that is? Do you?
Paul Speaker!
PAUL MOTHERFUCKING SPEAKER!
I was so nervous, so excited, so pulsing with energy that I
couldn’t even write my application until this morning.
I woke up, poured a stiff mug of black coffee and thought about
my resume.
Chas
Smith
2014-present BeachGrit co-founder/etc.
2004-2014 ???? some international travel etc.
1998-1998 Disneyland submarine driver
Good, no? But missing something. It has been a while since I
went to a job interview but don’t they ask for your strengths?
Should I put that on my resume?
Strengths:
-Good with Ron Dog Blakey Joe Turpel.
-Wears good shoes.
-Speaks Pottz semi-fluently.
Yeah. No? But don’t they also ask you weaknesses too? Ok.
Weaknesses:
-I care too much.
-I work too hard.
-I am too passionate about my work.
-I think Teahupo’o breaks in 6 inches of water and Kelly
Slater is a billionaire.
Perfect. Resume 101 make your strengths your weaknesses. Am I
right?
What else?
Oh! A reference!
Ummmmmmmmmm….
Eddie Rothman.
Sent!
I am going to sit by the mailbox until my congratulations letter
comes!
A New Zealand psychologist seeks to discover cure
for surf rage. Come be surprised by his (wrong) analysis!
Do you get surf raged? When you are out in the
lineup and about to take off of a beaut but there is someone there,
taking off too and in front of you but not looking back? Do you
ride up behind him and scream…
…FUCK YOU!
In to his ear? And shoot your board at the back of his head? Or
do you let it go because there is always another?
If you are the former then a New Zealand PhD is going to solve
your problems! Let’s read about him?
An academic study into surf rage will likely find it’s
motivated by water safety than bad blood, one of New Zealand’s
top surfers says.
Raglan resident and former national champ Daniel
Kereopa said fist fights weren’t a big problem here and most
local surfers were out to inform rather
than fight.
“Seventy per cent of the surfers out there don’t really know
how to surf that well and they’re actually putting themselves in
danger. They surf waves beyond their ability or get themselves
into bad positions,” he said.
“The locals are the ones who surf here most often so they
understand the dangers, so what it boils down to in the end is
water safety.
And do you agree that the cause of surf rage is likely water
safety? I am no PhD but think that the cause is that surfers are
buttheads. And selfishness. And too many people too few waves.
Etc.
Oh I’ve never been more thrilled at the
possibility of a new job. Never! EVER! EVER! I am so thrilled that
is is even hard for me to breathe right now. I’ve got a paper bag
in my hand and I am STILL hyper-ventilating. Whhhooooo… Whhheeeee…
Whhhhooooo… Whhhhheeeee…
Ok. Are you ready? Promise me you won’t slot your application in
first? Promise you’ll just be happy for me and not get all hatey?
Promise?
Ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok………….
The World Surf League is hiring…
Whhhhooooo.
Whhheeeeee.
For.
Whhhhoooooo.
MY!
DREAM!
CAREER!
WHHHHHHOOOOOOO! WHHHHHEEEEEEE!
The executive assistant to the CEO.
Paul Speaker! PAUL MOTHERFUCKING SPEAKER!
Do you want to see my job description?
I can manage your needs,
Paul Speaker baby. I can support you full time. I’m tech savvy and
am totally avails on weekends. I can manage off-site meetings. I…
I… I… can make your heavy travel itinerary seem like a fun li’l
dance. And if you’re ever tired after a long day of….. ummmm…
dealing with Samsung or whatever I can give you a neck rub. Just
rubbing your neck with my hands and some WSL branded coconut oil
(let’s totally brand some coconut oil!) and relaxing you…..
I AM YOUR MAN!
Just like you are mine.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
whhooooo…
whhheeeee…
xoxoxoxo
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John John surfs with an impressive, leisurely dignity
while dismembering everything around him. | Photo: WSL
The noted Rory Parker's fantasy surfer picks for
the Rip Curl Pro, Portugal.
Holy shit, Portugal’s almost here. You could
say it snuck up on me and grabbed my pussy. Shocking. But
thrilling. Maybe I’m into this shit. Got a new kink.
Twelve hours before the comp starts and I’m scratching to get my
terrible fantasy surfer team together. No clue what I’m doing.
Business as usual. I should be on it, went on Lipped, the fantasy
surfing podcast, last Friday. They do them before
events, should’ve clued me in. But it didn’t. Fits in with my
generally oblivious nature. You should listen. I killed it.
My mad dash means my picks may be even worse than usual this
event. If that’s possible. My coffee maker broke this morning
because I’m a tightwad and bought the cheapest one Walmart had on
the shelf. I need my morning java to get my brain going. Tried
boiling some up on the stovetop. It’s terrible. But I’m choking it
down nonetheless because I’m addicted to caffeine.
Tier A:
John John Florence: Double John’s on his way to
the title. He’s dialed in the time and place for various
approaches- Surf’s safe and makes heats, goes hard and pushes
limits when he needs to.
Gabriel Medina: Gabi wants another title
soooooo bad. He’ll do whatever it takes to win. I, honestly, won’t
be surprised if Charlie goes full Tonya Harding on John John.
Regardless, he always finds scores, makes heats. Solid, smart
pick that you just can’t ignore. You can gamble on a shocker,
choose someone other than him and JJ, but that’s a recipe for lost
points.
Tier B:
Italian Ferrari:Italo’s always a solid workhorse
pick. He’s had a few shit results this year, but I
believe in him. He’ll make round five, at least, add some points to
my total.
Ace Buchan: If the surf sucks he’ll be out in
round three. If Peniche delivers some solid tubes, and it could,
he’s a top notch choice. Ace is a tube hound non-pariel.
Adriano de Souza: Post-title slump aside, ADS
is always an intelligent addition. If the surf doesn’t cooperate
he’ll be a nightmare draw. If it turns on he’ll still surf safe and
smart and make heats.
Joel Parkinson: I really really really wanted
to pick Keanu. I did! But I just don’t think he’ll be able to
repeat France. It’s a dick thing to say, and I desperately hope I’m
wrong, but he wouldn’t be the first guy to find one huge result and
never back it up again. Parko gets the nod for no real reason at
all, other than the fact that he’s demonstrated an ability to find
consistent results over the course of his fifteen, or so, year long
career.
Tier C:
Kai Otton: A solid quarter-final result at
France gives me hope for Kai. He’s hanging around below the cutoff,
this will probably be his last year on tour, and I’m hoping that’s
a recipe for a big ol’ successful cup of I-don’t-give-a-fuck
confidence.
Jeremy Flores: I’m an idiot who can’t learn a
lesson. Flores either does very well, or very poorly. I’m hoping
for the former. Expecting the latter. Maybe I’ll get lucky and make
up some points from my abysmal early season string of failures.
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Keala Kennelly and the fruit of her fifty-one stitch
Teahupoo face plant. | Photo: Tim Bonython
You'll need: opiates, self-loathing, suicidal
thoughts and the alienation of your family…
It’s been a rough year. I destroyed
my shoulder bodysurfing Pipe last December, got it rebuilt using a
dead man’s ligaments and assorted screws. Fought through physical
therapy long enough to break my collar bone spearfishing. Sat out
two months of life waiting for it to heal and then copped a bone
infection that put me put for two more. I’ve got this recovery
thing down.
Here’s what you need to survive a surf injury.
Drugs
Opiates, weed, and booze are your friends. Pop a few Percocet,
hit the bong and drown your sorrows. You won’t heal any faster, but
life will pass in a blissful stupor. One day you’ll wake up hung
over and dope sick because your asshole doctor cut you off from the
gravy train and you don’t know any teenagers to score dope from,
but that’s a worry for tomorrow. Today you’re riding high in the
sky rambling on to your wife about the ASP judging criteria and how
they’re obviously inflating scores to create more tension during
heats.
Spend hours in front of a mirror, watch your waistline expand
and your upper body shrivel. Gaze in awe as your cock shrinks
in increments, as your shorts cut deeper and deeper into that
sagging pile of shit your call a stomach. You disgusting pile of
shit, you should be ashamed of yourself.
Self loathing
This one dovetails nicely with the preceding. Spend hours in
front of a mirror, watch your waistline expand and your upper body
shrivel. Gaze in awe as your cock shrinks in increments, as
your shorts cut deeper and deeper into that sagging pile of shit
your call a stomach. You disgusting pile of shit, you should be
ashamed of yourself.
Contemplate suicide
Don’t do it. Offing yourself is for fucking losers and
pussies. But think about how you’d do it, should you ever turn into
such a sad sack piece of shit that you can’t think of any better
option than flipping the off switch and joining the void. Would you
don black face and drive around running stop signs in LA? Swallow
the balance of that bottle of benzos and chase it with half a
bottle of gin? Go old school and kick out a chair while wearing an
extension cord necktie? So many choices, but how to choose?
Alienate your loved ones
Fuck ’em anyway. What do they know about what you’re going
through. You’re the only person who’s ever suffered this much in
the history of humanity. Your wife’s a selfish bitch. Who cares
what she cooks for dinner? Why can’t she just leave you the fuck
alone. Throw a chair at her, call her fat, tell her she’s the
biggest mistake you ever made. If you’ve gotta feel this bad, make
everyone around you share the pain.
Do sit-ups
Nah, fuck that. Play video games. Go online and write racist
messages on youtube. Wallow in your own despair until it fills your
gut and spills out every orifice you have. Call an old lady a
faggot. Fuck this world and everyone in it.
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Jon Pyzel and Matt Biolos by
@theneedforshutterspeed/Step Bros
