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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Arbiter of "things worth discussing in surf" editor Mikey Ciamarella (left) and Andrew Tate's crew (right).
Arbiter of "things worth discussing in surf" editor Mikey Ciamarella (left) and Andrew Tate's crew (right).

Surf world ablaze after miniature subscription blog editor short circuits in wild anti-Trump defense of Andrew Tate acolyte Cole Houshmand!

"My real point is that voting for Trump is as bad if not worse than supporting Tate."

It is difficult to say where Stab Magazine’s headquarters is today. Once based in Bondi, Australia before moving to Venice, California before moving to Oceanside, also California, chasing that very-difficult-to-grab “cool” perpetually five-to-seven years too late. Online is, anyhow, where the subscription surf website finds itself today and online is where the trouble arises.

After a series of failed big-for-britches editors writing in Stab’s “royal we” vernacular, the blog landed on one Mikey “Michael” Ciaramella, the pocket-sized pal who declares “creating small fires and putting them out, one day at a time” as current job description on LinkedIn.

Well, small fire lit, though not put out today after the diminutive fella went on a wild anti-Trump pro-Andrew Tate screed in his very own comment section. The unfortunate turn occurred in a pompous “exclusive’ interview probing superstar surfboard shaper Matt Biolos’s lawsuit against hideous actress Lady Gaga’s use of the word “Mayhem.”

Readers might have been less-than-completely-interested as some questioned why Lost team rider Cole Houshmand’s recent celebration of self-proclaimed woman hater Andrew Tate was not, at the very least, brought up.

“In what universe is a mid-pack CT surfer taking a picture with some internet troll more interesting than Matt Biolos suing Lady fucking Gaga (and potentially winning)?” Ciaramella penned after an apparently misguided below-the-line critic dared ask why the story wasn’t covered.

Though he wasn’t done, continuing after a few more light barbs directed his way:

You do know who a majority of Americans voted into office last year, right?

26 sexual assault accusations against Trump, 34 felony charges, and he’s big fan of Epstein — “It is even said that he likes beautiful women as much as I do, and many of them are on the younger side.”

San Clemente is a Republican town, and several past and current CT surfers have come out publicly as Trump supporters. I’d imagine more of them lean that way quietly as well.

That, to me, is far more condemning (and interesting) than a thoughtless IG story post. And yet it’s not something we cover because 1. politics aren’t our lane and 2. supporting a predator doesn’t necessarily make you one too.

After general confusion over the li’l buddy’s pronouncement delivered from a very tall horse, Ciaramella continued:

My real point is that voting for Trump is as bad if not worse than supporting Tate. Yet somehow, voting for Trump seems to be broadly accepted in the surf world, while posting an IG story with Tate has people up in arms.

I personally find both Trump and Tate despicable. Maybe Cole loves both of them (or not). You’re more than welcome to be upset about what he posted, but this doesn’t make it a story for Stab.

Ummm.

Wait. What’s not a story for Stab?

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