Watch: Adorable Polar Bear gently kisses “old-timey circus seal” wearing a comedic amount of red lipstick!

A guide for how real surfers and other not real surfers can get along!

There was once upon a time, in mankind’s relatively short history, when animals participated in our entertainment. We had juggling bears, dancing monkeys, leaping orcas, prancing elephants, fighting kangaroos and, best of all, circus seals.

Oh those lovable clowns put on such a show, balancing balls on their noses, clapping their flippers, playing horns and sometimes dressing in drag. Lipstick, skirts, flowers behind tiny ears etc.

Well, even though “animal rights activists” have forced most of these playful creatures into joblessness, it is wonderful to know that out in nature they still love to perform for the simple joy of it.

And witness an adorable bear gently kissing a 1940s-esque circus seal wearing a comedic amount of red lipstick.

This sort of physical comedy would have had the children laughing until tears if they were allowed to be under the big top. There’s even a satirical “Harvey Weinstein moment” for the parents when the polar bear pretends to sexually abuse the seal.

Funny, funny, funny but even more, shows a perfect example about how real surfers and other various standup paddleboarders, hyrofoilers, high performance longboarders can get along.

Nature is beautiful mirror!

World Surf League CEO Erik Logan’s “War on Surfers” escalates dramatically as one of his plants wins legitimate, non-aberrant surfing contest!

Dark days.

The decades long war in Afghanistan may finally, finally be ramping down but across the seas, in Morro Bay, California, the World Surf League’s newly appointed CEO and Lord Commander over the Wall of Positive Noise Erik “ELo” Logan opened up a new front against surfers everywhere.

As you know, Logan is not himself a surfer, likely hates legitimate surfing and rides a standup paddleboard.


And now one of his kind, a plant no doubt, has claimed victory in a legitimate shortboarding surf contest. The normal, good kind of contest but let us turn to the central coast’s local news affiliate for more.

Twenty-year-old Izzi Gomez from San Clemente, Calif., claimed her first-ever victory during her heat in the women’s qualifying series, according to the women’s competition website.

Gomez said she has been preparing for months for this competition.

“I just surf because I love surfing and it’s my passion,” said Gomez. “I couldn’t imagine not surfing. There’s definitely been times where I’ve taken breaks just because I’ve been burnt out from competitions and stuff, but it’s the love of my life.”

Izzi Gomez may be very talented, very beautiful, but she is also a multiple-time SUP champion.

What is next?

Will Laird Hamilton receive many wildcards this year?

Robby Naish?

Will the non-abberant kind of surfing be forever destroyed?

More as the story develops.


Profiles in Courage: The moral hazards of plagiarizing uniquely original artists like “Uncle” Joe Biden and the world’s greatest surfer Kelly Slater!

Look ye and consider.

In these last few days, we have seen two important races get decidedly more heated and even as we know where the truth and heroism lies, we must look deeper, lest we forget what makes us mere men and others champions and heroes.

In Palm Springs, California three, perhaps even four hotly competing wave puddles were announced.

In the Democratic presidential primary race, “Uncle” Joe Biden, erstwhile trusted left-hand man of the greatest president of all time, resoundingly showed the rest of the field who is boss with Mayor Pete Buttigieg and Sen. Klobuchar bowing to the Clinton Machine and clearing the way for one establishment candidate.

Doubts about his age, doubts about his inability to pass up a pissy catfight anytime, anywhere over trivial issues were thunderingly answered, perhaps even refuted last eve.

But do these media driven doubts about Biden sound familiar to us? Has Kelly Slater not been similarly slandered? Is the baddest sheriff in the town that is Washington DC brothers from another’s mothers with our very own baddest almond milkmaid in the town that is Lemoore?

Let’s review the case:

Kelly not only won (wins) every championship ever, but anointed us with the shining raiment woven from pure trash island and out of the purity of his stoke he birthed Surf Ranch. A real wave pool. Oh sure, there were sloppy sloshings in pools before. But we all know who made our dreams sing aloud in the harsh light of day.

Kelly did.

And Uncle Joe. Sheriff Joe not only ran (runs) in every election ever, but he has also anointed us with two bouncing baby boys, one who tragically passed, and one more. From the goodness of his heart, he has fought corruption around the globe. On the stage Biden recounted a tale of bravery that would make Bernie Bros weep and inspired Trump to doomed imitation. Lets read the impeccable research of BuzzFeed to make sure we get this right:

“And then he told a story. Recounting a trip to Kyiv in late 2015, Biden described telling the then-president of Ukraine, Petro Poroshenko, that he had to fire the prosecutor general or the US would not release $1 billion in loan guarantees. “I looked at them and said, ‘I’m leaving in six hours,’” Biden told the crowd, taking a long look at his watch for effect. “‘If the prosecutor is not fired, you’re not getting the money.’ Well, son of a bitch.” Here the audience laughed. “He got fired.”

Ah yes. There have been tough customers on the international scene before. But Joe showed em all who’s boss.

And here is the juncture where all comers must think twice: Donald Trump came and thought that he could tear a page outta Joe’s book. Thought that he could basically just say the same thing to the same government and get the same results.

No sir. Plagiarism for selfish ends is not looked kindly upon by fate, Mr Trump. Joe got compliance. You got impeached.

Which circles us back to Palm Springs, California. Josh Kerr, CJ and Damien Hobgood, Shane Beschen, Cheyne Magnusson, Kalani Robb and all others who dare to use Kelly’s playbook, to use Kelly’s selfless desert locomotive against him to line your own pockets: look ye to the cosmic punishment of Trump, and consider.

Plagiarism doesn’t pay, my friends.

Climate scientists declare: “Bondi, Ipanema, Waikiki and 50% of the world’s other iconic beaches will be gone by end of century!”

So long, Pipeline.

I feel that surfers* can be cleanly broken into two camps. Those who like the beach, who enjoy lounging after a wave slide, maybe drinking a fizzy pop, maybe playing a frisbee, catching some extra sun and those who dislike the beach, wearing some sort of water shoe whilst they cross the sand, glaring at children, using some sort of rinse-kit afterward to make sure none of that blasted sand comes home.

Well, for those who self-identify as the latter, the near future shall be an earthly paradise for climate scientists declare that 50% of the beaches they loathe will be disappeared forever by the end of the century.

What’s to credit? Man of course with his buildings and greenhouse gases etc. but let’s go straight to CNN’s reporting of the just released study in the exciting journal Nature Climate Change for more.

The new study found that as sea levels continue to rise, more and more beaches will face erosion problems.

The study found that Australia will likely see the most shoreline impacted, with at least 7,100 miles of coastline — roughly 50% of the country’s entire sandy coastline — that could be threatened by 2100.

Other countries that could see huge lengths of shoreline eroded are Chile, China, the United States, Russia, Mexico and Argentina.

(Scientist) Vousdoukas said that small island states are also likely to suffer, especially those in the Caribbean because of their flat terrain.

The researchers did find that humans have some control over what happens to the world’s beaches.

If the world’s governments are able to stick to modest cuts to heat-trapping gas pollution, the researchers found that 17% of projected beach losses by 2050 could be prevented, a number that grows to 40% by 2100 if greenhouse gases are limited.

“By trying to accomplish the Paris agreement goals, we can reduce 40% of the impacts that we project in our study,” Vousdoukas said.

So, do you think beach haters will take this information, buy older model SUVs and leave them idling all night, start smoking cigarettes etc. to increase greenhouse gases and make sure that beaches are erased?

We should keep our eye on them.

“We want to test it enough, make enough prototypes that if someone surfs it they’ll think it’s pretty fucking cool. If it’s not good and they don’t appreciate it, why would I want to do it? A lot of thought and input and research and R and D before we release it. We’re not making cookie batches here. We’re close to where we wanna be. I’m a nerd with this shit. If my name’s on it, I’m not going to release it in a hurry.”

Long read: The Miracle Coupling of Akila Aipa and Kelly Slater!

Two old friends get together to create a flashy Slater Designs twin-fin collab…

It ain’t a stretch to suggest that surfing’s genetic code, its great culture, has been weakened, maybe fatally maybe not, by the WSL’s VAL onslaught.

Just as the modern man is an invertebrate who frets over his Twitter posts and binge-watches television series with a tub of ice-cream balanced on his abdominal apron, the modern surfer has moved from sharpened surfboards to double-enders and from trekking through the Indonesian jungle to ride a wave that will tear his head off to wellness retreats with a surf-yoga component in dowdy sand-bottom rollers.

Akila Aipa, fifty this year, a former pro surfer from Hawaii and the son of the great surfer-shaper Ben Aipa, therefore, is not a man of this time.

He grew up with a front-row seat to the North Shore, with a famous, and famously loved Dad, chased contests briefly then settled into a life as a small-time shaper out of a factory near the Waialua Sugar Mill.

A rare soul connected to surfing’s cultural continuum.

Like Ben, Akila was doing it for the love, pretty much, and until recently, five hundred dollars would get you a version of the five-eight Kelly Slater used to beat hell out of Kerama last year, one of a seven-board quiver he’d made for his old friend.

As our tour correspondent reported, “Kelly leant back into a savage back foot heavy layback hook. It was the turn of the day. The turn of Kelly’s year. It lit a little candle of hope in the deep dark cave of Kelly’s retirement year.”

And as Kelly said at the time, “Akila…board is so lively and fun. I thought for sure it would be too low volume for me but it planes really well and just grabs speed from everywhere. Stoked. Unexpected. Can’t believe it took us this long to make a board.”

Akila appreciated the attention, a little spotlight on his three decades of shaving foam.

What he didn’t have, still doesn’t, was the manufacturing set-up to deal with the demand. He’d shaper a board, then outsource the rest of the production. His margins are tiny. Hundred bucks for a board on a good day.

So when I call on one of the last days of the Hawaiian winter to talk about his collaboration with Kelly on a twin-fin model for Slater Designs, it ain’t surprising to hear he’s been “walking the property” at a friend’s place that might serve as a new factory.

“Trying to make changes to grow,” he says. “What good is all that buzz if I can’t absorb it?”

Akila can talk but he doesn’t gush, another reason he’s not a man of this tremulous, pearl-clutching era.

I ask about the twin and he says, “Yeah, we’ve been poking around, we’ve been playing.”

I push a little.

Akila tells me Kelly has thickened, physically, ten pounds or so of muscle.

“Heavier than he’s ever been. Stronger and healthier than he’s ever been. He’s bulked up as a man. He’s learned to value that weight. And his equipment’s come along with that. He had a certain literage before and we have to come up with at least a litre or a litre-and-a-half. You can only push a sensitive board so far before you start babying it. He can ride a thicker board, lay into it and if he opens up and plays his power game, ooowee, fun shit!”

So for every ten pounds you add, your boards go up a litre?

Akila says yeah, warily, because he doesn’t want you to become obsessed by your supposed perfect literage number.

“It’s become this security blanket thing,” he says. “Know your numbers, your dimensions.”

Akila likes working with Kelly because, “He’s invested, man, he’s not afraid to try shit. You give him a wild board and he doesn’t rip it apart and discredit it.”

For Snapper, Akila has made Kelly three boards, a five-eight twin, a five-five and a five-ten.

“Is it going to be barrelling or running? That squash we did for Keramas was a five-eight, he came up two inches, which dialled in that extra litre. It was a natural volume gain just by going up in inches. We’re looking for a longer rail line so he can push it and hold it longer. The five-eight has a breaking point where it disengages. At J-Bay that could be a disadvantage. I want him to have the five-ten in case it’s five foot and there are faces to gouge. These days, everything’s so specialised and Kelly’s an out-of-the-box dude. The thing about surfing is its expression. When you’re performing, take the thing that gives you the freedom to perform and express. If we don’t know what brush he wants to paint with, provide all the brushes.”

Akila laughs.

“I don’t overthink this shit. Fun boards, fun designs are the most important thing. If you’re making five percent gains instead of rewriting the book each time, try not to overthink it. Live in the moment, let the designs evolve.”

How articulate is Kelly during the design process?

Akila shoots back. “What do you think?”

Well, I say, I imagine he would be rather finicky, sensitive to changes and able to communicate his findings in detail.

“He’s an articulate dude, right. If he’s open and wanting to give up his time he’ll go there. If it’s short and simple he’ll be short and simple. He won’t try and get intricate if it’s not working. If it’s wrong we’ll get to it right away.”

No pals during the design process either.

“Gotta be able to handle that good and bad and don’t take it personally,” says Akila. “We’ll drink a beer and golf and be friends and then, like this week, we’ll come to the table, put time in and work.”

Kelly, says Akila, is one of the, maybe…the…”deepest thinker and surfer on the planet. I don’t take that lightly. I don’t want to waste that time. I don’t want to take him in circles. It’s not a hamster wheel. Let’s nail shit. When he gives you something, you know there’s thought and a process behind it. Who doesn’t appreciate that? The designer has to be open, vulnerable and able to handle that and adjust to it. It’s a working relationship and it’s fun as shit.”

Akila hoots.

“It’s a body of work, man!”

The twin he and Kelly are working on, and which’ll slide into the Slater Designs range later this year, maybe summer 2020, isn’t the monster swallow, crescent-moon fin things you ride on chubby points and nurse along waves everywhere else.

Still, it is going to be a board most of us can shred a little on.

“Everything’s pretty subtle,” says Akila. “He knows and I know that it has to be replicated on scale, across all sizes and be as user-friendly as possible. As intricate thinkers as we are, we’re not so left-field to make a board surfer will struggle with. The consumer has to feel gains from it.”

Right now, it’s testing, hitting the factory, then testing some more in the North Shore wave park.

“We want to test it enough, make enough prototypes that if someone surfs it they’ll think it’s pretty fucking cool. If it’s not good and they don’t appreciate it, why would I want to do it? A lot of thought and input and research and R and D before we release it. We’re not making cookie batches here. We’re close to where we wanna be. I’m a nerd with this shit. If my name’s on it, I’m not going to release it in a hurry.”

The tech, whether it’s PU and epoxy, is yet to be decided. Akila wants the design to be perfected before anything else. He appreciates who he’s working with, however, and would be pretty thrilled to maybe develop tech using hemp resins.

Last time we spoke, a little less than a year ago, you could buy an Aipa for five-hundred dollars and if you lived in Australia, he’d give a flight attendant pal fifty bucks to deliver it to you.

A ridiculous price, you’d think. How does he do it etc.

Today, Akila charges seven-hundred dollars a board.

“I was cheap too long,” he says. “I’m blue-collar. People could afford my local prices. I’ve got some flack for putting the price up. What they’re not seeing are the changes I’m making to be better and the price reflects that. It allows me to own my own machine, a factory, have quality control. Here’s the thing, I’ve been shaping for thirty years. The price should reflect that. I was working by myself. Now I have a small staff, I gotta pay for that. My board didn’t pay for no machine, didn’t pay for shit! That’s what the price reflects. Better boards, a better brand.”

I ask Akila about his famous Dad, now almost seventy-eight, a former linebacker who didn’t start surfing seriously until he was twenty, but got good real fast, the inventor of the swallow tail, the stinger.

Ben caught a blood infection in hospital a while back. Beat him up bad.

“Dad, he’s slow,” says Akila. “He’s on a recovery path. He’s living simply with this wife. I’m just stoked my son has a grandpa.”

A sigh followed by a loud laugh.

“Every day above the ground is a good day. Any age. We’ll take it. I’m learning that.”