All For the Ca$h

This looks incredible. Biggest complaint is the usual noodlely hipster/surf soundtrack, but hey, not everybody likes Forward to Death or Harm's Way. Might be fun to pull off next summer in Cape May County.

Stoked & Broke Teaser from www.KORDUROY.tv on Vimeo.

Brotherhood

Going down today.

Some Die For This

The older I get, the less I am interested in the socialness of surfing. Might sound harsh, but I don't really care about the video premieres, hangin', or having the right clothes on when strolling around town. That stuff just gets in the way. In fact, the less people in the water, the better, because it means I get more waves. Might seem weird, but really, all I want to do is keep riding as many waves as I can...until I'm at least 80. They don't have to be good waves and I don't have to surf particularly well, but I just want to keep going. Everything else is kinda, well, whatever.

Everything is marketed these days, from medicines to minivans to booze and surfing is no different. It's easy to get caught up in the gadgets and lifestyle junk to keep that connection going out of the water, but it's all secondary. This spring I rolled up to a spot and saw a guy getting ready to surf. He had the boardbag, the rack, the special changing robe, the boardshorts, rashguard, leash, sunblock, and anything else you can think of. It took me five minutes to check and snag my board, but this guy was still managing and checking his gear. It took him another 15 minutes before he surfaced over the dunes to actually get in the water. The winds were howling and the current was strong and the dude literally spent ten minutes in the water before getting out. It just seemed so stupid to me. He spent more time managing his cool surfer gear than he did actually surfing.
So, I guess I'm kind of over the gadgets, consuming and posturing that goes along with the world of surfing outside of the water. One guy who sounds like he has it figured out is John Haffey. I'm not much of a SURFER mag reader, but the article on this guy really opened my eyes a lot. He lives the life and minus all the weed and reggae, he 's got it dialed. A leash, new boardshorts, or fin isn't going to get me to surf more or longer or better, but they're good distractions while waiting to get in the water. Surfing is pretty simple and I plan to keep it that way.

Crushed on You

It's not really babysitting when it's your own kid, but being the only responsible adult in the house for the next couple of days can bring some anxiety reminiscent of this movie. If you're not sure of the film, see one of the best scenes right here. It's probably where my crush on Elizabeth Shue began.

Inconsiderate Me

If you don't like this, we can't be friends anymore. Sorry.

Horror Show - This Is Hardcore from Chase Wilson on Vimeo.

I'll see you fucking soon!

Never Ending Game

Growing up in the Lehigh Valley, we always played Quoits at my uncle's family picnic. My grandfather taught me how to throw and I remember those games being super competitive and a end of the summer tradition. The slate boards were out this weekend and the tradition continued with dozens of games going down in the woods of Upper Township. I found a spot in Easton that sells authentic slate sets and will be picking up a set this fall.

Sick of Talk

Not a lot of surf talk lately, mainly, because there is not a lot to talk about. A typical summer for south Jersey: swell here and there with crowds everywhere. Surf messageboards are getting almost unreadable feature a host of self-proclaimed know-it-alls and posuers just waiting to use their keyboard to school someone of the dynamics of their special board or how they found a secret spot for themselves to flail around at while everyone else fights the crowds. It's seems like the people with the least amount of information to offer are the ones doing the most typing.

As things start to wind down into fall, it'll be good to strip all of this nonsense away and get back to normal. Tyler Warren could surf on a garbage can lid if you asked him to and could teach these keyboard clowns a thing or two about shutting the fuck up and just surfing.