Tragedy: 22-year-old Olympic surf hopeful
from El Salvador dies after being struck by lightning training at
her home break.
By Chas Smith
Terrible.
The unimaginable occurred Friday evening in the
beautiful country of El Salvador when one of its surf Olympic
hopefuls was struck by lightning and died.
Local news outlets report that Katherine Diaz Hernandez, 22, was
out training at her home break of El Tunco when a series of
electrical storms struck the south and east coasts. She was hit by
a charge entering the water.
Witnesses say that onlookers rushed to her aid before medical
personnel arrived, transferring her to the hospital, but they could
not revive her.
Diaz is the sister of Jose “Bamba” Diaz, a former pro surfer and
current president of the Salvadoran Surf Federation. She was
sitting third in national rankings and preparing for the upcoming
ISA World Surfing Games, which will be held in El Salvador May 29
through June 6.
Condolences immediately poured in from a stunned nation.
Yamil Bukele, president of the government’s Salvadoran Sports
Institute, wrote, “I just found out about the death of Salvadoran
surfer Katherine Díaz. I am very sorry for this death and I join
the pain that overwhelms her family. Our solidarity with ‘el Bamba’
and the surf family. Peace for your soul.”
Jaime Delgado, the former president of the Salvadoran Surf
Federation, posted, “You enjoyed your dream and you started doing
what you liked the most. Those of us who knew you know that you
leave a great emptiness in our hearts. A hug to heaven, ‘Katu’,
Katherine Díaz.”
Terrible.
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Ross Williams, coach of John John Florence and
extreme dad-bod pioneer, with Spam.
An exclusive interview with tin of Spam
rejected by two-time world surfing champ John John Florence!
By John Miskelly
"There’s such a thing as etiquette. Honour. Good
faith."
Hi can of Spam. Can you just run us through what
happened the other day between you and John John
Florence?
We’ve all seen the video. It’s simple; John John said he would eat
me and then he didn’t.
Can you articulate exactly how you feel about being
rejected by world champion John John Florence? I
mean, it’s bullshit isn’t it? Promises were made – if not verbally
then at least in spirit – and JJ has basically thrown that
back in my face. And not just my face; Luke’s face, Mr Pyzel’s
face, Hawaii’s face, the face of the spirit of surfing, the face of
the spirit of competition, he’s sullied all those faces.
You mention Hawaii’s face. How significant is this
controversy in light of the fact that Hawaii consumes the most
amount of Spam of anywhere in the United States, and Spam is
sometimes called “the Hawaiian steak”?
You mean how significant is it to reject the national dish while
competing under said nation’s flag in said nation’s national sport?
I assume that is a rhetorical question. Hawaii basically runs on
Spam. It ran on it during the war and it still runs on Spam. You
can’t take the Spam out of Hawaii any more than you can take the
salt out of Spam itself. That’s history right there. Anyone who
says otherwise is a card-carrying statue-graffitiing antifa
paedophile.
Some people might not see being eaten as something to
really aspire to.
You’re missing the point; It’s not the being eaten that’s the
thing, it’s the by whom one is being eaten. John John’s not just
anybody. He’s a 2x WSL world champion. And when I say he’s not
anybody I mean body. To be masticated in the mouth of a 2x world
champion; to pass along the oesophagus of a 2x world champion; to
be dissolved in the stomach acids of a 2x world champion; to pass
through the intestine of a 2x world champion; for one’s minerals
and vitamins to absorbed through the intestinal lining and into the
bloodstream of a 2x world champion – that journey would have been
something I’d have really savoured. And I was denied that
honour.
So to be turned into faeces…
…of a 2x world champion.
And shat into a toilet is…
An immense privilege. Exactly.
I see. And even though he relegated your whole existence
to a forfeit among friends you would still regard it
as…
I mean we all enjoy a bit of banter and we all have to take it on
the chin and not be snowflakes about it. Look; I get it: I’m a can
of Spam. We’re a humble foodstuff. Bear in mind not everywhere in
the world has such an informed and reverential opinion of Spam as
is found in Hawaii. In most parts of the world the most a can of
Spam can aspire to is to be eaten by a divorced forty-something man
in a portacabin on a building site on the outskirts of a provincial
town. I mean don’t get me wrong; these people are the salt of the
earth. I, though, had a chance to rise above the expectations of my
kind. And that chance was stolen from me.
What do you say to the speculation that John John
refused you based on his pursuit of a vegan diet?
I understand that John John is in the public eye and thus has to
humour whatever baseless woke fads are currently trending. He could
have eaten me in private. I’d have done him no harm, quite the
opposite in fact. Being mostly ham based I’m a rich source of
protein. Aside from that my potato-based binding agent also makes
me a decent source of carbohydrates. Both are essential for
maintaining a high level of professional athleticism.
In the video he refutes ever having agreed to the
forfeit.
He does?
Yeah. He says, “we didn’t settle on this
rule.”
Unbelievable lack of basic chivalry. A surfer talking about rules?
Is there an umpire in the line-up in a fucking stripey rash vest
enforcing these “rules”?
I mean technically in competition…
There’s such a thing as etiquette. Honour. Good faith.
Pyzel says “John [John] says he’s gonna eat the spam on
the beach if he gets second.”
There you have it.
And then John John says “No.”
What are you a fucking lawyer?
He did at least pose with you though didn’t
he?
I’m not a little kid after an autograph. And then he started going
on about a boomerang or something, didn’t he? Classic deflection.
He knows exactly what he’s done.
Nathan seemed very insistent that John John ate the
Spam.
I’ve got a lot of time for Nathan. He’s a good lad. You can see the
desperation in his eyes when he’s imploring John to eat the Spam.
He’s smiling but smiling is kind of his “thing” and he knows he’s
on camera and at the end of the day he’s a Youtube pro. But the
sadness is there, the panic. He can see his own flesh and blood
throwing his career away, throwing away the goodwill of a nation.
It’s tragic.
Was it Nathan who wrote ‘second place; JJ Florence’ on
your tin and put you on a that wooden cabinet?
Yeah, like I said he’s one of the good guys.
Thanks, can of Spam.
Nice one.
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Notoriously spiteful surf journalist sees
light, repents of life spent injuring, heckling: “I was rude and
took pleasure in being so but this will change the world and make
you rich while so doing!”
By Chas Smith
Cakes to the moon.
Two nights ago, I left my home by the sea and
traveled east then north into the Big Bear. Here I enjoyed my
spirit, the crunch of melted-then-refrozen-to-sheet-ice snow, those
twinkling stars above, that Eagle-Eye Cherry soundtrack below. I
slid down and rode up and slid down and rode up and passed many
other sliders wearing Los Angeles Lakers jerseys and Los Angeles
Rams jerseys.
On one ride up, the chair upon which I sat, did not stop but
continued past the man raking sheet ice snow, past his small
chalet, past a large map and into the woods. There was no light, no
moon, and the darkness surrounded me and my darkest demons emerged
from the trees to engage in combat. I fought them and they slapped
at my neck and I tried to dance them into submission, but they
continued to come, spitting fire water and blowing smoke.
We danced a menacing dance for hours, endless hours, the only
light coming from the terrifying yellow glow emanating from their
hideously misshapen heads.
After an eternity my legs became exhausted, hands weary, and I
feared I could dance no more so stopped my legs, let my hands fall,
accepted my demise and as quickly as I had accepted it my darkest
demons vanished.
I sat alone, breathing smoke heavily, until realizing I was not
alone but sat next to a man also breathing heavily except without
smoke, also glowing yellow but his yellow was not terrifying and
his breath was pure.
Yellow, illuminating.
I was drawn to it, drawn into it, and realized the glow emanated
from fire attached to wax stick attached to tier then a larger tier
then a larger tier still.
A cake.
And the man glowing yellow, without word, nodded at me and I
realized without a word that he expected more from me and expected
me to do more. I realized, without word, that I had once baked
cakes out of spite. Out of a low and mean spirit that sought to
bring shame and embarrassment on others.
I realized, without word, that I wanted to bake cakes out of
love instead.
“This is only the beginning of many great things…” reverberated
through the air, trees, into me in great waves. Waiting to
reverberate from me.
Abundance not lack.
I nodded, subtly, and come to you, now, filled with
understanding. Imbued with enlightenment, or
enlightenment-adjacent.
Cakes.
The man glowing handed me cakes and disappeared into the trees
still without word.
The cakes a gift, always a gift announcing celebration, and I
bring cakes to you, one yellow, one blue but you must have faith in
them and trust in them and trust in me for now my eyes are pure and
around my mouth hides no disgust.
Cakes that bring abundance.
Derek Rielly, in his recent piece
about NFTs, profoundly misunderstood because he is too
beautiful and therefore too blind. Trapped in the physical
realm.
You can purchase a cake, own the cake and the specific gift it
holds, sell the cake for a profit and pass that gift along. The
more time the cake is bought and sold, the more gift it brings to
you and others until, eventually, it becomes so imbued with gift
and profit that World Surf League CEO Erik Logan will purchase and
have his cake baked from spite replaced with a cake baked with
life.
Extremely important race car driver Lewis
Hamilton proffers most high praise to world’s greatest surfer: “He
probably doesn’t know this but Kelly Slater changed my life for the
better.”
By Chas Smith
"I want you all to know how great of a human being
this man is."
I woke up this morning, dear reader, and
thought, likely against my best judgement, to be completely
transparent with you. I beg forgiveness at the outset. You know
that I write and speak often about the world’s greatest surfer
Kelly Slater. What you don’t know is that sometimes, very rarely, I
am not altogether straight in my most high praise and descriptions
of his excellence.
Sometimes, almost never, a low, smirking sarcasm drips in. A
rude and and sniveling cynicism most underserving.
Why?
Jealousy maybe? An all-too-human desire to deface beauty? My
motivations lost and swirling in this polluted heart.
But who am I to write and speak anything but appreciation for
the 11x World Champion? An award-nominated author, yes. One half
and one third, respectively, of two different surf podcasts (one
currently on hiatus but re-emerging soon).
Nothing-adjacent.
Almost opposite from extremely important race car driver Lewis
Hamilton who took to Instagram while I was sleeping my toxic,
feverish sleep, to write:
He probably doesn’t know this but Kelly changed my life for
the better. I want you all to know how great of a human being this
man is. I am forever grateful for the time you have given me, for
the insight and your passion for the waves. Thank you @kellyslater!
Can’t wait until we can hit the waves again (praying hands
emoji)
A fool.
I am a fool or foolish.
Possibly both.
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Legendary Hawaiian surfer-artist who
designed UN stamp honouring the world’s oceans “used a wooden
elephant statue to smash a neighbor’s car window” and menaced a
security guard with knives; pleads guilty to “second-degree
terroristic threatening!”
By Derek Rielly
"He was actually deep in his neurosis. He is
getting much better and doing much better.”
The marine artist Christian Riese Lassen, a one-time
darling of the naive art set and who set up his eponymous galleries
in Waikiki, Key West, Laguna Beach, San Francisco, Las Vegas, La
Jolla and Seattle, has been hit with four years probation
for breaking into his ex-girlfriend’s joint, waving knives at a
security guard and smashing a neighbour’s car window with a wooden
elephant statue.
Lassen, now sixty-four, but still remembered as the swinging,
long-haired blond in tight pants and leather jacket who guest
starred on Baywatch and Lifestyles of the Rich and
Famous in the nineties, pleaded no-contest to first-degree
burglary, second-degree criminal property damage and second-degree
terroristic threatening.
Two years ago, yeah, justice moves fast, Lassen, whose record
was clean until 2019, went down the hole of arrest, re-offend,
arrest etc.
On December 2, 2019, Lassen threatened a security guard with a
set of knives. (His attorney said the knives were designed for
spreading butter and, therefore, weren’t sharp.)
One week later, he used a wooden elephant statue to smash a
neighbour’s car window.
Nine days after that, he busted into his ex-girl’s house,
damaging property.
The prosecution didn’t buy into Lassen’s defence that it was
mental illness that drove the acts.
“The state does believe this is a case
of the defendant’s mental illness getting the best of him and him
not being able to control himself in these quite impulsive
acts… We are appreciative and
glad he has gotten treatment for that, and he does seem to be on
the right path.”
Defence attorney Marcus Landsberg said, “Back then, he wasn’t really committed to
recovery… He was actually deep
in his neurosis. He is getting much better and doing much
better.”
Lassen himself said he couldn’t afford his medication and
“that’s why I got into trouble.”
As part of his probation, Lassen can’t sink booze or take
drugs.
Chris began painting with oils while still in California;
he sold his first hand-painted T-shirt design to a local gift
shop while in the eighth grade. He was soon recognized as both an
athlete and artist. Lassen appeared sailboarding in commercials for
Swatch and Quasar in 1985, and three years later was featured on
the cover of Surfer magazine
In 1992, Lassen created a United Nations commemorative stamp
honoring the world’s oceans, and said that his work “expresses the
interconnectedness between Earth’s life forms and the creative
forces of the universe.” Not everyone, however, was swept
away. Surfer, in 1999, called Lassen’s work “narcoleptically
banal,” and said that his environmentalism “has the depth and power
of Spice Girls feminism.” Lassen was among the artists included in
Wall Street Journal’s 2006 “Shopping Mall Masters” feature,
whose poster-copied work was likely to “adorn the walls of
dentists’ offices, nursing homes and chain-hotel rooms.” Lassen
originals, however, were fetching up to
$300,000.”
Watch Lassen on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
here.