Hey All, If I've learned anything from the first two Knives Out movies (next one due in Fall), it is that I prefer my detective mysteries with a twist of dry humor, and Daniel Craig is the Chubby Checker of dry sleuthing. If I've learned anything else from the first two Knives Out movies (both excellent but the sequel is funnier) it is that mystery begets mystery, which brings us to the business...
Hey All, Today we connect our two recent Sunday Joint shipwreck stories—Dominator at Lunada Bay, Amaryllis at West Palm Beach—and do so with a thundering rock soundtrack no less, so let's raise the Jolly Roger and give a warm piratical EOS welcome to Carl "Tinker" West. Boomers of a certain age (60-plus), gender (male), place (Jersey), and musical taste (Boss) will be familiar with West for two ...
Hey All, Shane Herring of Australia died at home last week at age 53, on Saint Patrick's Day, not long after falling down the stairs in his West Tweed Head apartment. He went to bed that night with a headache and never woke up. Herring is remembered for two things, more or less equally. He outsurfed Kelly Slater to win the 1992 Coke contest, the second event of the season—both were 20-year-old so...
Hey All, The gallery of shipwrecks posted at the bottom of last week's SS Dominator Joint was a fraction, a splinter, of the surfing-adjacent wracks and ruins through history—and of course there will be lots more in years to come as our imminent grid-collapsing Age of Deindustrialization will soon have us building boats to sail the coast for barter and fish and hopefully surf. Shipwrecks won't be...
Hey All, There are many remarkable books on these sagging faux-wood Ikea shelves behind me, but the one nearest and dearest to my heart is Surfing Guide to Southern California, by David Stern and Bill Cleary—a 1963 self-published gem of a guidebook, researched to a fare-thee-well but cut with humor and flair, that I still turn to for inspiration. Dave Sweet himself gave it to me when he was clear...
Hey All, I spent last week out of town and returned Saturday evening to find out Dale Dobson of San Diego died on Friday, age 78, after a years-long period of failing mental and physical health—ironic in that Dale in his prime was among the fittest, most disciplined, least-vice-ridden surfers of his or any other generation. I only met Dobson a few times; we both competed in the 1982 Op Pro, and h...
Hey All, Two quick comments on last week's Abu Dhabi wavepool Joint. Veteran surf writer Matt Walker—the astronaut's son, our twang-voiced Mark Twain of the Outer Banks—was first to the inbox last Monday and delivered this one-liner: "I find it funny that pools elevated skateboarding and sank surfing." When a mot that bon drops from the sky my impulse is to pocket it, wait a respectful amount of ...
Hey All, Put together a list of every bad decision the WSL has ever made, flow that into the massive list of bad decisions made on behalf of surfing competition in general, flow that list into the cloud of every bad decision made throughout surf history, all the way back to randy Hawaiian royalty of yore doing the dirty after a surf and getting turned to stone—and at the very top of that assembla...
Hey All, Future surf historians, brain-surfing the 4D zettabyte edition of Encyclopedia of Surfing Archive, will at some point come across Lance Carson and marvel at the discovery. They will likely think Carson never made it south of Hermosa or north of Santa Barbara. They will also think he never went left. Heck, I'm not sure if Lance ever went left, and I know this stuff front and back off top ...
Hey All, Andy Warhol and a handful of his brightest Superstars arrived in San Diego in May 1968 to make a film with the working title of "the surfing movie." It was a surfing movie the same way Lonesome Cowboys, Warhol's previous film, was a Western—basically not at all. But the film was indeed set front and center in the surf world. Warhol's crew rented a house at the south end of La Jolla's Mar...