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.
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Albee’s Backside 720 maths-plained!
By Samuel Einstein
Don't ever call it a 540, y'hear?
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Below is an excerpt from my aforementioned, unpublished Stab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!
And watch again here!
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Parker: “20 Reasons to be Thankful!”
By Rory Parker
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:
Evening glass-offs
Sticky Bumps tropical flavor
Butter
My ancestors were on the winning side of every
massacre/genocide they were involved in.
Shaved vaginas
New surfboards
My french bulldog, Mr Debs
Mason Ho
Futures fins (thanks for the box of gear,
guys!)
Black truffle goat cheese
My whore of a wife
Drugs
Spearfishing
My big ol’ dick
Planned Parenthood
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.
Kona winds
Fluid 21st century gender roles
Strong coffee
Health insurance
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?
Thank the good lord jeebus we’ll never know.
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Record: Ando spends $60 at McDonalds!
By Chas Smith
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.”
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@theneedforshutterspeed/Step Bros