Surf journalist caught up in wild ChatGPT viral video storm!

Burn baby burn.

You have certainly seen, by now, the viral AI video currently literally melting the internet. Hours ago, ChatGPT unleashed a clip featuring the most iconic moments of the 20th century done up in the iconic Studio Ghilbi style. The Japanese animation arthouse, best known for its critically-acclaimed films Princess Mononoke and Spirited Away, has long been adored by serious cartoon folk. As such, it was ripe ground for the Terminator-esque future to exploit.

Rolling out a new feature, ChatGPT included a collection of the last 100 years’ most compelling images in Studio Ghilbi vernacular. There were no surf snaps, not even Gabriel Medina walking on clouds, save a blink-and-miss-it photograph from a 2002 surf trip to Yemen featuring yours truly.

The picture has been doing the rounds on Reddit for years, I regularly get it sent to me, though the context is often lightly obscured. If you have read the best-selling-adjacent Reports from Hell, you would know that my two very best friends and I absconded to Yemen in the wake of 9/11 because I had learned Osama bin Laden was from there and its mainland coastline appeared potentially surf rich.

This was before the Google Maps days, but looking at physical maps, best friends and I figured it would have to catch waves. Plus, we all had deep interest in radical fundamentalism.

No surfer had ever explored before due difficulty and danger.

A three month run from tip to tail revealed truly epic nuggets. Also much Al-Qaeda and while we, best friends plus I, were always happy to run-and-gun, occasionally full police details would see us through particularly hot zones.

Thus this photo. We were in the Shabwah district, notoriously volatile, and had an escort through part of it. Before they peeled off, we sat on technical to celebrate moment with our Yemeni bros, wonderful photographer captured and off we went.

Now it is helping boil ChatGPT’s computers.

You’re welcome.

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Artist rendition of Logan Dulien.
Artist rendition of Logan Dulien.

Ultra-popular surf filmmaker goes full Liam Neeson in takedown of crime syndicate!

"Maybe they robbed the wrong person at the wrong time..."

Logan Dulien needs no introduction here. The Southern California filmmaker behind the ultra-popular Snapt film series has been defining what high-performance surfing looks like for the better part of a decade, grinding tirelessly away. In a Covid-era interview with What Youth, the dusty blonde explained, “I don’t expect a good surf movie to fall in my lap. I’m just trying to not pay attention to the hype, put my head down, and work as hard as I can until the curtain goes up.”

Tenacious.

Well, a ring of dirty bandits had not accounted for Dulien’s Liam Neeson-like drive but learned of it the hard way. David Lee Scales had told me this story, before, how Dulien had been robbed whilst out for a surf right after his mother died and how he fought back. Now his tale appears in the Los Angeles Times for those who dislike podcasts.

In short, Dulien’s mother, from whom he had been estranged, had just died after a battle with Parkinson’s. He was there, in the hospital, when she breathed her last and in order to clear head before funeral planning, he went for a surf at his beloved River Jetties. “That’s my temple,” Dulien told the broadsheet. “That’s my religion. That’s everything for me. That’s my sanity.”

After his rinse, Dulien discovered that someone had nipped his keys from his apartment and stolen his wallet and phone. He texted his number from a friend’s phone and the thief responded that he would return all for $1000 cold hard cash. Dulien agreed but the stinky liar never showed. And that’s when the auteur found out that he had been bilked $150,000.

While this would have broken most men, Dulien simply felt the bile rising, declaring, “Maybe they robbed the wrong person at the wrong time because, hey, I’ve got the surveillance (footage of robber). I have the resources. And I’m pissed off.”

What follows is a must-read-to-believe tale that ends with the crumbling of an organized crime ring that targeted surfers. “It makes sense, they know (surfers) are going into the ocean and a lot of them hide their keys,” Dulien explained. “They’re gone for at least 20 minutes to 3 hours. So at that point it became more personal. Because surfing, look, everyone doesn’t get along but we are still a tribe.”

Read the full account of vigilante surf justice here.

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Baseball Card Vandals (right) a worthy Instagram follow.
Baseball Card Vandals (right) a worthy Instagram follow.

World Surf League drops official trading cards featuring Tyler Wright, Italo Ferreira and Viktor Hovland!

"Start collecting GDM (Game Day Moments) cards featuring your favorite surfers from around the globe."

The surf fan hungry for a tactile experience with his or her favorite surfer has finally been sated. Minutes ago, the World Surf League dropped a collection of trading cards that are bound to become collectors’ items soon. Partnering with Upper Deck, the “global home of surfing” invites the aforementioned to “Start collecting GDM (Game Day Moments) cards featuring your favorite surfers from around the globe. Future card releases will be available on UpperDeckePack.com the Friday following the completion of each Championship Tour event. Cards are only available for purchase for 1 week after their release! Set up a free account today to start adding to your new collection, and select to have the cards made physical and shipped right to your door!”

Classic perceived scarcity likely ensuring that Tyler Wright will end up in the hands of serious novelty item aficionados.

This first drop includes six surfers including, and limited to, Alan Cleland Jr., Caitlin Simmers (two cards), Barron Mamiya, Italo Ferreira, Viktor Hovland and, as mentioned, Tyler Wright.

Each are available for $5.99.

Oh, shoot. Reading the finer print, it appears that these are all e-cards, despite the invitation “have the cards be made physical” therefore not tactile and leaving the hungry surf fan hungrier still.

Also submarining idea of perceived scarcity.

Digital Tyler Wright for all.

Back to the drawing board, I suppose.

David Lee Scales and I did not discuss during our weekly chat but I did find an opportunity to light into Stab editor Michael Ciaramella and Lost Surfboard’s Matt Biolos some more. Would you prefer trading cards featuring them?

I sure would.

The High Horse Hypocrisy series.

Listen here.

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Andrew Tate with surfers
Andrew Tate, popular among surfers.

Surfers split sharply on Andrew Tate’s “woman-hating poison”

"Does integrity have any place in the surf industry and are there any examples of it?"

I have a nice life. I live in Aotearoa in New Zealand, a beautiful place. I have a loving family, a young happy daughter. I get to surf fairly average, uncrowded waves regularly. I have fulfilling work as a teacher at a secondary school. Life is good.

Things that frustrate or anger me are external to my situation: strangers being callous or rude, inequality, suffering, politics. Common triggers that everyone feels. For years, I have thought that getting angry does not serve me. It invites negative emotions that brings me down; it won’t change anything and will only leave me bitter.

This is the characterisation of anger as portrayed by the mindfullness and wellness industry. “Take care of yourself first”, “lean in to positivity”, alongside all the other platitudes. I have followed this path, working to bring things into perspective, be thankful of what I have and to appreciate my own insignificance.

Well, no longer, my friend!

When Chas Smith spoke of how good it felt to get angry about Andrew Tate and his pro surfer sycophants I had a ‘hmmm’ moment. I, too, despise the manosphere toxicity that is spreading among young men, the gormless meatheads (Cole, Jett – I’m looking at you) and bitter incels that prop up misogynists like Andrew Tate and spread their woman-hating poison.

I examined my anger. I wasn’t feeling bad. I wasn’t feeling guilty for getting angry and ruining my positive equilibrium – it felt good to be angry about this. I was right and my anger was righteous! I wanted to smote these wankers and what they stand for, a fightback against the corrupting disease of the manosphere.

Now, obviously, I did very little aside from a heartfelt comment or too on BeachGrit, but it felt good.

Cut to yesterday, reading a piece on Stab about the Matt Biolos vs Lady Gaga Mayhem spat and I noticed that the comments had been hijacked by an erstwhile reader who wanted to talk about the Cole Houshmand being a Tate fanboy debacle.

Well, Michael C wasn’t going to stand for this. See comment thread below:

Another jolt of righteous anger.

Why was Stab protecting this idiot?

Where are their values of equality and promoting women in surfing now?

What happened to their female editor?

I know the surf media is a joke but Mikey C’s high handed dismissal of this being newsworthy incensed me.

I put my phone down and went for my morning run. Steaming mad, brain whirring about the cozy boys club of the surf industry, the vileness of the misogyny being peddled by Tate et al, the risks to the brilliant young women I know, my daughter.

I blitzed my run at an incredible pace. I came back to the house with so much energy I was fizzing. No hint of fatigue ready to tackle another hundred hills! It occurred to me. Is righteous anger the best form of energy, a superpower even?

I remember the British comedian Rob Beckett saying that as a young man he was always angry.

Coming from a tough working class area of South London, hating school, feeling like a failure because of his dyslexia he had a lot to kick against and kick against things he did. This powered him through life and he channeled his river of rage into his stand-up, always sparky, energised and combative. Until he had a breakdown in his late thirties and sought out therapy.

However, despite being a big advocate of mindfulness and stoic thinking he hasn’t banished anger. He says he keeps an ember of that rage burning so that it’s always there should he need it. His metaphor is that the hidden store of anger is like having a nitro button in a car. There if you need it, to tap and inject that high-grade rocket fuel of rage.

All this to pose two questions:

1. Is having a secret cache of rage stashed away beneath a calm and measured mindset the optimal balance for life?
2. Does integrity have any place in the surf industry and are there any examples of it being displayed you can point to?

P.S. I find it ironic that BeachGrit, run by the two biggest cynics and believers of surfing being an absurd act, is the forum that displays the most honesty and decency, despite all the clickbait nonsense and Derek’s lasciviousness.

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Anti-Elon Musk ecologists look on with bitter jealousy as Chinese EV maker releases its “Dolphin Surf” in UK

Ocean-inspired.

It’s been a rough few months for left-leaning environmentalists on the wealthier side. There was, up until recently, a very simple way to show and share both green bonafides plus good taste. Namely, drive a Tesla sedan or SUV (not a Cybertruck). The electronic vehicle, perfectly minimalist, said everything that might be uncomfortable to actually voice out loud. Namely, “I’m better than you.”

Well, we have all followed along as Tesla’s CEO Elon Musk first supported the divisive U.S. president Trump vocally, then financially and finally becoming his bureaucratic executioner as head hatchet man at the Dept. of Government Efficiency.

Tesla sedan and SUV drivers, horrified they now drive a “swasticar,” are slapping socially-distancing stickers on bumpers whilst looking jealously across “The Pond.”

For it is the UK that the Chinese EV maker BYD is releasing its The Dolphin Surf – which follows in the sea-themed naming sequence the brand’s Ocean Series cars – for an unbelievable sub-£15,000 price tag.

According to This is Money:

Dolphin Surf will come with a significantly uprated 175bhp powertrain, the Chinese model’s 74bhp motor offers enough power to accelerate from 0-62mph in 13 seconds and a top speed of 81mph. And the interior is set to be a more polished version of the ocean-inspired interior of the Chinese variant, which comes with a 12.8-inch touchscreen, wireless charging and voice control.

BYD is planning on opening many showrooms across Great Britain, though none in America. This nation’s ecologically-minded leftists unable to support the brave workers’ paradise known as the People’s Republic of China. Forced into either Polestars or Rivians.

Dark days.

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