within every blessing lies a curse
This web site is essentially a massive cope. It’s a goodbye letter to the thing I used to like doing most in life–surfing–which now represents a colossal, oppressive chore, a source of overwhelming guilt, anxiety, and regret. I will undoubtedly present my thoughts here in as sprawling and messy a fashion as a late-winter windswell…
Before the internet, when surfing was still sort of niche and tribal bonds were stronger, things like surf magazines and surf films were pretty important. I have no idea if Surfer or Surfing or Tracks magazines are still in operation. Maybe they have web sites. I do have a subscription to Surfline, only for the…
December 1994 was the best month of surf I’ve ever seen at Ocean Beach. It was double-triple overhead+ for three weeks straight with consistent, moderate offshores and well-groomed sandbars. Mavericks was breaking for much of that month too. The last week of that three-week stretch was particularly notable: Monday was Jay Day at Mavs, with…
Trevor and Chase jogged down to the edge of the water, clean white boards under right arms, fins back and facing in. They stretched and did a few twisting warmups, then launched into the relentless, pounding shorebreak, eventually fighting their way through to the long, roiling middle section, where you could sort of catch your…
Reading Cormac McCarthy, William Faulkner, Louis-Ferdinand Celine, Dorothy Parker, Edgar Allan Poe, Jean Genet, Joy Williams, George Saunders, Philip K. Dick, Ursula LeGuin, Robert Heinlein Substacks: Lee Fang, Aaron Mate, Matt Taibbi, NS Lyons, Mary Harrington, Michael Shellenberger, Seymour Hersh, Sam Kriss, Niccolo Soldo Films Ingmar Bergman, Michael Haneke, Jean-Luc Godard, Michelangelo Antonioni, Agnes Varda,…