Surfer magazine uses gored to describe shark attack
A look of mild surprise passes across sad, tear-stained face of Surfer writer after "gored" faux pas.

AI blamed for Surfer magazine’s latest faux pas that has left surf fans in stitches

"Sharks have horns now?"

Earlier this year, and following a series of damning exposés by Chas Smith, here, here, here, here and here, Jen See wrote of the terrible fate befalling writers at Surfer mag.

“You picture yourself in Hawaii watching beautifully tanned surfers ride giant blue waves. You see yourself at San Onofre, where you’ve somehow instantly become a graceful and accomplished longboarder.

“Instead, your job looks nothing like any of these things. Using AI tools, you scrape social media for trending news. Then using another tool, trained on Surfer’s legacy digital content, you produce a story. You do that many times each day.

“You never talk to another person, never go anywhere, never learn to noseride at San-O. Your job is to punch the buttons to create the content that feeds the search engine bots that crawl the internet all day, every day. Eventually, it would have to start to feel like you were becoming one of the bots, yourself.”

Yesterday, Surfer published a story about a middle-aged man bitten on the ankle by what was, possibly, a shark with the headline “Shark gores windsurfer in Western Australia on Christmas Eve.”

“This is a developing story,” the writer gravely announced.

Surf fans, who will rarely suffer a fool and who are wildly overrepresented in the field of pedantry, were unimpressed, pointing out the thoughtless use of the adjective “gored” in the headline.

“Gores”??? They have horns now? The dude was bitten on the ankle and that’s the headline? Surfer mag has jumped the shark.

“(Gored, definition) Blood that has been shed, especially as a result of violence.”

“Gored implies horns in the united states.”

“And the rest of the English speaking world…”

“Maybe it was a bull shark?”

“Sharks have horns in Australia? Gored? Seriously?”

“Since when do sharks have horns?”

“If the shark gored, it must have been extremely hоrnее.”

“Gored? Sharks have horns? Tusks maybe? Get someone educated to write the header.”

“Gored? Must have been a bull shark.”

“Sharks don’t ‘gore’, media…”

“to wound (a person or another animal) with a horn or tusk”

“Is whoever wrote this not versed in the english language? Sharks bite, they don’t gore.”

“I gored my wife last night.”

“GORED !!????….must have been a Narwhal whale that crossbred with a shark, therefore it must have been a narwhal shark.”

For the layman,

“If you stabbed someone with a sword, you gored them. An animal with sharp horns, like a bull, can gore a person to death. Gore is also blood that’s clotting in a wound.”

To wit, in the tabloid age  sharks maul, bulls gore.


Sunshine Beach beachfront house sells for $28 million
View ain't so bad out the front of the 28-mill joint. | Photo: Tom Offermann real estate

Beachfront hunk of dirt last sold for 200k trades for $28 million in surfer-led coastal boom

You're a surfer. Did you get a piece before it all went nuts?

If you’ve been in the surf game your whole life, you had a front row seat to the coastal property boom. 

Malibu, Rainbow Bay, Hossegor, Puerto Escondido, Burleigh Heads, Sunset Beach, Pupukea, even joints like down-at-heel Maroubra have soared beyond any sorta reasonable imagination. Your ol pal DR almost had to be revived early on Boxing Day after the beachfront joint he kept at Burleigh, selling in 2103 or something, had grown six-fold in price.

And, up there on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast, just north of Brisbane, there’s a place called Sunshine Beach where, well, you wanna check this out. 

A pretty house with all the trappings of the nouveau riche on a little less than acre at 33 Ross Crescent, which last sold for 200 gees in 1987, has just traded for twenty-eight mill. Five beds, a cellar to keep the gimp in and a curved infinity pool overlooking the finely grassed backyard that slopes down to the sand. Oowee.

Sunshine Beach house sells for $28 million
About as pretty as backyards get, doncha think?

And it ain’t even the biggest sale there, another joint was sold for thirty-four mill almost three years ago, the suburb’s median price almost three million dollars. 

Did you get a piece of the beach before the prices hit so hard ain’t no chance in hell your kids or their kids are ever going to own near the surf? 

The beachfront shack I had at La Grav, and which I didn’t buy at two-fifty, now, three mill. 

The beachfront apartment at Burleigh, two hundred, now a little over one mill.

The million buck attached house in Bondi, almost four mill. 

Dreary old Suffolk Park, once bleak as anything, a suburban wasteland south of Byron Bay, now the hippest place among Australian surfers, two, three, four mill for the ubiquitous Palm Springs-styled mansion.

Question to the more financially literate among us: do you regard coastal property, real estate as a category even, as the best grower of personal wealth or is it for chumps and better to put your cash into stocks, vending machines etc?


Conquering.
Conquering

Surfing Santas continue improbable rise to peak holiday kitsch!

World domination.

And now Merry Christmas to our northern hemisphere brothers and sisters. I can only trust that each of your houses is filled with joy and laughs and harmony. Also, I assume, there is some manner of holiday kitsch hovering nearby. Fake reindeer antler ears, say, on Uncle Ron’s head. Or a big red bow on Aunt Sue’s Volkswagen Beetle.

But who would have ever thought that Cocoa Beach’s Surfing Santas would have scaled so high up Mount Merry in a short fourteen years. Yes, the annual celebration in which Kelly Slater-adjacent surfers dress as jolly ol’ Saint Nick and paddle into the ocean for to make surfing.

More and more news outlets cover the affair each year and, today, the business rivals the Catholic Church for space in the headlines.

The BBC, an entirely respected institution, released its annual wrap, late last night, declaring,“Midnight Mass and surfing Santas: Pictures of Christmas around the world.”

Surfing Santas never so honored or esteemed.

Revered.

Oh.

I just looked at the picture and the Surfing Santa was not Floridian but there in Bondi, Australia.

Do you think rage percolating in the Sunshine State or do you think Surfing Santas all equally satisfied with world domination?

Whatever the case, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!


Joaquin Del Castillo injured at Pipeline
Joaquin Del Castillo in hozzy after nearly getting split in two at Backdoor.

Pipeline claims third high-profile surfer as horror North Shore winter continues

Busted hip, no insurance. Like, yike!

The mighty Pipeline has shattered its third assailant in as many weeks, Peruvian hotshot Joaquin Del Castillo suffering  multiple hip fractures after a catastrophic wipeout.

Friends of Joaquin Del Castillo, who is twenty eight and known for his kinky aerial tricks as well as an ability to impound himself in the Pipeline palace, have set up a GoFundMe to pay for his med bills after it was revealed he wasn’t insured for such a misadventure.

Tough time we are having Joaquin Del Castillo had an accident today in Hawaii training for the World Championship at Backdoor.
He is out of danger but he had a serious hip fracture, because of the delicate condition he will not be able to travel to Peru and will have to be operated on in Hawaii. Joaquin does not have health insurance but I know that all together we can put our grain of sand to be able to help him and that he can return to Peru with the family

Instagram warriors meandered back and forth between compassion and confusion Joaquin Del Castillo didn’t have a little back up in case things went south on the North Shore.

All these pro surfers without insurance getting injured

Really a surfer representing PERU 🇵🇪 must have insurance either by the IPD or its sponsors

One of the best national surfers representing Peru outside in the hottest courts leaving the flag always high… And the state, Federation of course + IPD, can’t they if they want to pay for good accident insurance!?

Three weeks ago, world number four Joao Chianca was dragged unconscious from the water at Pipe by teenage surfer Jake Maki and last week, Teahupoo kingpin Eimeo Czermak lost the use of his legs and got belted with a concussion after going over the falls at the Vans Pipe Masters.

 

 

 

 


Glorious White Christmas for Australian surfers as bricks of cocaine wash up on beach!

Summer snow!

Australian surfers are rejoicing, this morning, even if they were disappointed by what they found under the tree. Wives, husbands, mothers and fathers sometimes certainly blow gift giving, not paying close attention to wants and needs, lazily purchasing a new steak knife set, say, or a tie.

No matter this year, though, as literal blow has washed up on New South Wales’ many surf rich beaches. Seven packages, all told, floated to Manly, Avoca and Magenta.

“Local police attended and removed the barnacle-covered item, which was sent for further examination and testing,” authorities wrote in a press release.

That testing revealed cocaine.

Police have warned surfers not to open the packages though do you think they will listen?

That’s a trick question. Of course they will not. Australia’s surfers, especially of the New South Wales variety, are known to be engaged in a long love affair with “toot.”

(Buy here for Christmas).

Those who find cocaine are urged to call 000 right away.

And/or the Bondi Board Riders club.