Well four days later and still suffering no end in site. All we have now are hopes dreams and memories of swells past. But this really isn’t all that uncommon for us this time of year. Then why as I said before was it less flat in years past when we were younger? There were just a lot more swells back then. No? Really? Still not buying it? Well think back to your favorite times on the beach growing up. In my memory no matter what time of year it was, there were always waves. I couldn’t wait for my mom or dad to get me to the beach because I remember there were always waves for me to ride. No matter when we got there something ride able was rolling in. I hit the beach and before anyone else had unpacked I had stormed the water like the marines stormed the beaches of Normandy. This can’t be a coincidence! How could it be that there were so many more swells back then then there are today. I don’t remember the last good swell and yet reflecting on growing up at the beach I can’t picture times without waves. So what happened to our endless summer swells? We grew up………
Archive for May, 2008
How come there were no flatspells when we were younger?
This will be an installment posting( going to put parts up at a time but it will make a complete posting)
As I lazily wandered through the forums on Localswell one in particular piqued my interest. end of flat spell. I looked through it because like every other New Jersey native I am awaiting the arrival of something in the ocean to get excited about aside from throngs of tourists. Well I am not that thrilled about them either to be fair, but it at least gave me something to look at for a while. It seems as though we have been a bit wave starved lately, and not a record drought, but long enough to be antsy about when the next swell is coming. According to the posting and several “reliable” websites there were going to be waves on Tuesday. Thank god! Should I call out of work, extend my long weekend? We all waited and hoped. Then today came and went without much relief and the wait continued. Any true Garden Stater knows that patience is a virtue when waiting for waves but I cant help starting to get the “we aren’t getting any waves any times soon jitters.” After getting skunked for a few weeks one of the most frequently uttered phrases in New Jersey surfing is often not to far behind. “It wasn’t like this when I was younger. Why are there so many less swells now?” Come on, aside from me how many of you have found you or your friends uttering that phrase? Is there any truth to it what-so-ever? Yes.
Whither the Wahines
Holy crap. It was so cute my head nearly exploded. And after I caught my breath, I turned to her and said, “Well, let’s hope so. Maybe you can help teach your little sister to surf.”
Then quietly, I thought to myself, “Please, please, please let it be true!”
Look, I know that hoping your kid is going to be one specific type of person is just setting yourself up for disappointment. Push your kid to be a jock, and he’ll take up ballet. Try and make your daughter a math whiz, and she’ll start writing poetry. I’ve heard the stories. And I don’t care if my kids become stock brokers, lawyers, bricklayers, janitors, astronauts, religious freaks or homosexuals. They can be what they’ll be. But I just really, really want them to surf - to know that feeling that only we know.
But Blaizy’s a girl. And unless the sonogram missed something, (or I have a son with a bad case of the curse of the Irish) the one due to arrive in a few weeks is going to be girl too. And based on what I see in the water, I think that might make the road a bit more difficult.
A few years back, teenage girls seemed to be taking to the water in droves. Seriously, I remember a year or two stretch where there was to be a huge obvious increase in the number of wahines out there. There were young girls everywhere out trying to learn. It was inspiring. It looked as though some huge corner had been turned. To me, female surfers are a great influence in the lineup, somehow toning down the knucklehead factor. And is there anything more beautiful than the sight of a woman gracefully sliding across the face of a wave? Talk about taking your breath away…
Anyway, I theorize that two things contributed to that spike in girls surfing in the 90’s. One, I think the women’s champion World Cup soccer team (Mia Hamm, etc.) instilled a real can-do attitude in a lot of girls and encouraged a lot more to go into sports. And secondly, there was the far more shallow and vapid inspiration, the movie Blue Crush, which upped the cool factor for teenage girls.
Whatever happened, the wahine wave seems to have subsided. Their numbers seem to have dwindled in recent years. And in New Jersey, I’ve noticed, female surfers seem to be even more rare.
On a recent trip to Puerto Rico, I was struck by how many more women were in the water. I see the same thing in California, Costa Rica, almost anywhere I go surfing. Here in New Jersey there seems to be far fewer girls and women surfing. Over in the Localswell forum, Bob a SG diehard local shares a similar observation in the otherwise antithetical (but fun and readable) thread about hot chick surfers. I have no idea why this is.
At 37, with a mortgage, a job and other anchors, my days of transcontinental surf adventures are nearly over, or at least on hiatus. The biggest surf adventure I have coming (and probably the most thrilling of them all) is, hopefully, going to be watching my kids take it up.
I really hope my daughter was right – that there is a surfer in mommy’s belly. But it bums me out when I see girls out there in such tiny, miniscule numbers. What’s discouraging girls from surfing? And are those factors more intense here in NJ? I’ll find out soon enough, I suppose, and try to tackle them head on, the best I can, like any parent would. But in the meantime, if anybody has any theories, I’d love to hear em.
Peace. BD.
We’re All Going To Die! (Someday)
Things seem a little chaotic right now in our world, don’t they? Well, at first look it may seem that way. But we must keep in mind the ridiculous ease of information transfer throughout the entire globe. Prime example: I’m sitting in my house in California writing this, a distant 3,000 miles away from my beloved homeland of New Jersey. And every time there’s a good swell at home I’m sure to see pictures and hear stories via e-mails, instant messages, and of course, Localswell.com.
The world has become almost completely equipped to contact any corner of it at the click of a mouse. This in turn has created a network where information is being passed from one end of the globe to the other instantaneously, causing every hiccup and fart made in Siberia to be known by someone at a remote distance. - or something to that affect, you get what I’m trying to say.
With all this death and chaos we’re hearing of it seems like the world is gradually slipping into an apocalyptic prophecy from some book written by ‘those guided by god’ (that’s a different topic for a different time). But is our society coming closer to this end of ends, or are we just completely inundated with these disasters and tragic events because of the network of information we have created?
I was recently working on an article discussing Dr. Gray’s hurricane predictions for the upcoming season. I also decided to do some research on the most destructive and deadly hurricanes ever. I came across some very interesting information. And I am not in any way trying to belittle the magnitude of Hurricane Katrina or any of the victims or people having to deal with the destruction, I’m merely pointing out the facts. Hurricane Katrina was only the third deadliest hurricane to date, as well as third most powerful storm when making landfall (check out the numbers for yourself: Deadliest and Costliest Hurricanes).
I also found out that hurricane seasons go through phases, and in the report there is an evaluation of two 50-year periods in which storms that made landfall are recognized. The report shows that from 1900-1949 189 named storms, 101 hurricanes, and 39 major hurricanes made landfall. Compare this with the last 50 years (1958-2007) of 165 named storms, 82 hurricanes, and 33 major hurricanes making landfall. The last 50 years has also seen an increase in global surface temperature of .4° Celsius, showing that even though the surface temperature is rising, there are past eras when hurricane activity has been higher. The report acknowledges changes in ocean salinity, as well as favorable upper air-steering currents as the major reasons for the unusually high tropical activity of 2004 and 2005. So why all the hysteria of ‘global warming causing more hurricanes,’ and ‘natural disasters are more out of control than ever?’ And don’t let us forget disasters in the old times, like the Black Plague; that’s estimated to have killed 75 million people, but there wasn’t endless media coverage of it along with complete and total availability of information then.
My point in all this is that we can’t forget to put things in perspective and we can’t be naïve about what happens in our world. Some things are just unavoidable and natural occurrences. The world is not coming to an end, global warming isn’t causing excessive storm activity, and sharks are not going to take a bite of every surfer out there. So a few attacks happened in a cluster, just like it’s possible for one to roll craps ten times straight. It doesn’t happen often, but it’s still possible. Don’t get hung up worrying about some terrible end while you’ve got this whole thing called life waiting for you to take hold of it and explore.
I am a soulless bastard!
This was our equivalent of the “shot heard round the world.” Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote that line referring to the beginning of the American Revolution and how the world had taken notice of that historical event. When Grubby Clark announced his closing the “surfing world” took notice. Much like the American Revolution there was an instant panic. People were worried about what was going to come next. What side do we choose? Do we look for the new foam maker to fill those shoes, or jump on the composite train? Surf magazines devoted countless pages to who was going to step up to fill in this monumental vacancy. Board prices rose and people flocked to the store to stock up on what was left before they were gone. Terror reigned supreme in the land of p/u surf products and everyone walked on eggshells as we awaited our next savior.
That was 2005, flash forward to 2008. At my last check surfing was still becoming stronger then ever and building momentum. Boards are still readily available and priced to sell. Surf shops are flourishing and all the board makers, local or global, have not gone out of business. So why all the hype then? Why did we all panic and run to build our quivers? Simple, because as much as we pride ourselves in being individuals in a sport without teams we had all bought into the theory that Clark foam was “IT” as far as board design. But just like the rest of surfing history all this “revolution” was, was a turning point.
Since the beginning of surfing there has been a “revolution” every few decades. Long, heavy koa wood boards were replaced by lighter balsa wood boards. Some people resisted the change as it strayed form the heart and soul of the Polynesian sport. Balsa wood was replaced by the radical aeronautic substance fiberglass and a lot of people resisted the change as we got away from the “nature” in surfing. Nine foot paddle beasts were replaced by much shorter, pointier, lighter single fin rockets and a huge riff developed. Those radical single fin rockets were replaced by two, three and four fin potato chips and then we stagnated. There was no room for revolution, unless you count the resurgence of longboards. When the changes in shapes settled down we all grew comfortable with where we were and thought things would never change and they didn’t. Until 2005.
Back to 2008 and almost tweny nine and a half months later we are all still hanging in. Well not hanging in but flourishing. The much resisted and often maligned surftech boards have undergone vast improvements and acceptance. The quality foam blanks although maybe not as prevalent are still available through smaller companies trying to protect the “soul” of the sport. And maybe the best part of all of this is the innovation in new products.
Aside from creating Clark Foam, Grubby Clark’s greatest achievement may be inspiring surfers and shapers to open their minds to what a surfboard really can be. By closing he freed us from the confines our own comfort zone and forced us to look at alternatives. Epoxy, composite, wood and many other vessels have shown up in the water lately. We are free to experiment and explore what works best for us instead of just riding what we were told was the best. From finless wooden boards under Dan Malloy, to recycled aluminum boards under Rasta we are seeing barriers broken down all over and the revolution is beginning all over again.
Many people saw Clark’s closing as a tragedy and it shook our sport to its very foundation. Well I pose the question to you now two and a half years later. Would we be progressing and changing at such a pace if it weren’t for this forced exploration of the choices around us?
State of the Union
There was a time when I was like every other local resident. Angry, pissed off, “Go Home Benny”, why are you here attitude. But why? If you sit back and truly take in the whole situation, no matter what time of year it is our beaches are a great place to be. How could I possibly feel like that after all I just said? It would seem I have just totally contradicted myself, but no. I said there WAS a time. Today I have learned to deal with it in many ways and I would like to share a few with you.
The first problem with living in a super crowded touristy area is obviously traffic. Best solution? Beach cruisers, fun, functional and a lot less aggravating then sitting in traffic for ten minutes to go two blocks. My roommates and I have invested in some sweet cruisers and it just makes getting around town so much more fun. Plus there are huge upsides to cruisers. You can work off some of the winter insulation, avoid parking meters, stay out of traffic, people watch, and my personal favorite bike and bar tours, which the cruiser will help you avoid tragic DUI’s.(it is possible to get one, but you need to be a real prick to pull it off)
Next is the disgusting masses of people who descend upon and trash our beaches. It is tough to do anything about them trashing the beach except for “friendly” reminders to remind them to take off what they brought on. However, there is some solace to be had even while sharing the beach with them. While you are sitting there for the 24th straight day sipping your beverage you can take comfort in the fact that you get to do all summer, and fall, what these people are shelling out a lot of money to do for a weekend or maybe a week. Take pity knowing that this is their vacation and in one week while you are still sitting on the beach they will be stuck back in the hot summer filth that they crawled out of.
So take heart Jersey Shore LOCALS. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. I live in Seaside Heights and I get to see quite possibly the lowest common denominator of society day in and day out in the summer. We have already started chanting “Prom 2008” around my house so much it is becoming meaningless. My Sunday nights will soon transform from peaceful and tranquil over looking the bay, to watching throngs of out of towners crowd my street while countless boats clutter the once serene bay. But stay strong, we all know the best two months of the year are still four months away. Just don’t spread that word around.
Feel free to share your summer coping skills.
Let them surf. And let ‘em be kids.
Uh oh, here come the grownups.
They’ve already ruined baseball. They’ve sucked the fun out of soccer. And now they’re after our boardsports.
The Star-Ledger reports today on a Point Pleasant dad who is launching the Action Sports Association, described as a non-profit that will organize skateboarding, BMX and in-line skating, creating a “federation of school and community X-treme sports programs.” The Rutgers business school is involved.
“I’m trying to create an awakening in the citizenry of New Jersey to the upside of the industry of action sports,” the creator, a father of two from of Point Pleasant told the paper.
There you have it: Little League for skateboarders. Oh, brother. The entire premise is entirely anathema to the true essence of skateboarding, a sport which thrives without structure, without rules, without a field or boundaries or coaches.
In fact, one of the reasons so many kids have flocked to skateboarding, surfing and other sports like them over the past decade is to get AWAY from their parents, from coaches, from adults. They cling to something adults can’t understand, or better yet, something they decry and shun. To organize it, to set rules, to form leagues, to have parents hovering over young groms and putting on the pressure, is to suck the marrow out of the sport.
The ASA founder says kids need a proper place and organization that allows them to practice and compete.
But even that runs counter to all that makes skateboarding, BMX, and other extreme sports great. The greatest force pushing skateboarders’ performance has been its dismissal by the mainstream.
Pushed into the most unwanted crevices of the landscape – empty swimming pools, sewer drains, parking lots -skateboarders got creative, reinventing the landscape and the sport itself. Imagine if the Dogtown crew had parents who built them a playing field, drew up a set of rules and hired coaches to teach them what skateboarding was supposed to be back in the 70’s. The sport would be ten years behind where it is now.
Why can’t the grown ups just stay out of it?
We’ve already seen this in other sports. I have long held the start of Little League baseball in the 50’s marked the beginning of the end of US dominance in our national pastime. If it weren’t for imported talent from Latin America, the Major Leagues wouldn’t be nearly what it is today. The United States simply doesn’t produce the baseball talent it once did. And one of the main reasons is that kids simply don’t play baseball on their own any more. They only play in leagues, with games played in front of screaming coaches and hovering parents.
I spent a summer in Cuba, where, like the Dominican Republic, there’s a baseball game on every corner. Kids grow up loving the game, unpressured by hovering parents. And that love fuels their work ethic and their drive later when they enter organized competition.
Before the parents took over, baseball in the US used to be like skateboarding. Kids invented their own games, playing stickball with a broomstick and a Spaldeen or wall ball or halfball. It’s how Wiffleball was invented.
It was still that way in the 70’s, when I spent my summers playing stickball on a schoolyard so packed you had to wait for a game. When I go back to the playground where I used to play stickball, there’s no one there. They’re all at practice, getting yelled at by coaches and parents.
Soccer proponents wonder why so many kids play soccer at a young age, then drop the sport. It’s because the entire sport in the US is organized, from age 3 on up. Soccer never went through a stage when kids just played, on their own, without their parents. So kids never learned to love the game. And as soon as they’re old enough, they quit.
Today, in the US, the only kids I see playing on their own, doing their own thing are the skaters, the surfers, the BMX kids. Man, how my heart leaps those days when I see a group of kids skating in a supermarket parking lot, taking turns, trying to outdo one another, trying to hone new tricks.
And those afternoon days in the fall when I paddle out in Bay Head and see groups of young groms who rode their bikes over from Brick, talking trash, dropping in on one another, pushing themselves without even knowing it.
I fear for the day when I pull up to the beach and that scene is replaced by “surfing practice” led by a middle aged coach leading kids in wavecatching drills or some other parent-concocted nonsense, practicing for the big match.
I fear for that day. But I think it’s coming soon.
Peace, BD.
Does surfing need “Air Jordans”?
“SURFING” for the rest of this article will refer to one quote taken from Out of Order. The simple statement was “I surf!” At the time I heard it I thought it was just a funny quote on how everyone these days claims they “surf.” But looking more and more at those simple two words I have come to find that the reason I got so tense on the computer was that the surf industry is catering to the “I surf” crowd. Don’t believe me? Next time you are on the beach look how many people are wearing the Andy Irons boardshorts, or Parko’s or the New Fanning Lighting Bolt shorts. Then take a look to see how many of them have any interest in surfing. Still not convinced? How many people at your local break do you think are actually skilled enough to ride a Fire Wire board because they need the added flex of the parabolic rail? Probably the same amount that needed the new $300 dollar sneakers to be a better basketball player. No? Still not convinced? Then tell me why the most popular selling boards are soft tops or plastic molded style boards? Easy answer…because they allow the “I surfs” to cheaply afford a board they can drag around and strap onto their cars the wrong direction. (for those of you who don’t know it’s tail first)
“SURFING” has become Nike’ized! What do I mean? Look at footwear and sports clothing up until about the early 80’s. Cheap only a few choices (black or white converse) but they served their purpose. Then we got the Air Jordan’s, of which I myself was a victim. All of a sudden sneakers became $100+. Did they jump for you? Did they make you faster? No. The people who wore them were the best athletes in the world regardless of what shoes they wore. But masses of people saw them wearing these shoes and needed them so they could ” “Be Like Mike.” Sports gear became common everyday attire. It spawned sub-cultures (wiggers, hip-hops) and also became status symbols. If you could afford the two hundred dollar shoes you must be good at sports!
Flash forward 25 years and here it is happening in our sport! We went from pure sport to pure sport culture. A sport that was wrapped up in itself and its way of life has turned into the modern day whore of the sports world. We have our subcultures too. Come on how many people dress like “surfers”? That is a subculture, the people who wear it but have nothing to do with the actual sport. What is so amazing about skate shoes that they cost $80? Why do flip flops cost $45? Because they have a bottle opener in them? Here is a hint. Buy the twenty dollar flip flops and a $.99 sent opener, save twenty five dollars and fill up your gas tank and enjoy a beer that wasn’t opened by a flip flop that may have stepped in dog S@#T! Why has so much of our once close knit surf culture become so far out of reach. Because we are popular now! The Fanning’s, Taj’s, Parko’s, Irons’s and Slater are our Jordan and LeBron. I guess what sent me over the top was after seeing all of this stuff on the computer I turned around and my brother was wearing Volcom basketball shorts. The meshing, literally, of our sport and sports culture had become complete.
I guess the point of my massive rant is that I love surfing. I love going surfing, I love photographing people surfing and I love to talk about people surfing. I hate seeing surfing whored out to the highest bidder. I respect people who surf for the pure love of it and I am envious of anyone who can make a living doing it. Just keep in mind what you are representing when you sign your soul and the sport of surfing’s soul on the dotted line.
I hope in the upcoming months I will share more of the many positive sides of surfing that I live for. But it is hard to ignore the worlds’ ugliest boardshorts constantly being thrust into my face on the computer and in the magazines. Does surfing need “Air Jordan’s”? No but “SURFING” does! Which one do you do?
(please feel free to respond even if it is just to tell me i suck because i dont care! No i like feedback, negative or positive)
Stuck Inside Of Florida With The Jersey Blues Again
While Florida is being ‘graced’ with two-three foot mushburgers, a thousand miles up the coast New Jersey is seeing a solid swell. Then the phone calls start from the boys at home: “Hey Ry, it’s been pretty fun up here. Chest to head with some little barrels here and there. What’s it like down there? Any fun ones?” As friends inform me about their current sessions, down here the wind has got a lot of north in it and the current is whipping down the beach, while the surf is dribbling in. Damn it.
Then the photos come and it’s frustration and despair all over again. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my years spent in Florida it’s that, unless you’re at some of the primo spots down there, when Florida gets swell it’s ok, and when Jersey gets swell it gets good. I’ve probably just nixed any chance for myself of getting any waves while I’m in New Jersey for only a week this spring, but so be it. And while I’m back I bet Florida will be seeing the swell of a lifetime. I guess that’s just how it goes sometimes.
What’s with the name?
Riptionary, the online surf dictionary, defines the term as “to get drilled, rolled and tumbled by a breaking wave.” It’s a bit more than that - it’s that time when you’re bouncing around underwater, hitting the bottom, unsure which direction is up or down, literally tossed like a helpless pile of rags.
I want this blog to be about surfing, and life, and the intersection of the two. More often than not, it’s not the perfect rides that are really analogous to anything we experience outside the water. It’s ragdolling. It’s being tossed around by some force a million times greater than yourself, unsure where you’ll end up.
Life is not a long, glassy wall. More often than not, it’s the soup.
I remember a crucial point in the process of learning to surf. It was the point at which I started actually finding pleasure in ragdolling. I would simply marvel at what the ocean was doing to me, and grew to like it.
And it came after I learned that the secret to getting through it, to saving your oxygen and making it to the surface, is in becoming a true ragdoll - going limp, not fighting, not swimming, not trying to get to the surface. Just relax, let the wave go on and roll past and expend its energy.
The lesson tranfers well to real life - one of a zillion lessons surfing has taught me about life. The older I get, the more I find there’s lots of things you can’t fight. Lots of things bigger than you than can toss you around and make you feel small, like a ragdoll. You need to know when to let go, relax, and wait til you float to the surface. You will, eventually, float back to the surface, but only if you know how to ragdoll.