Happening: NY SURF WEEK FILM NIGHT

"Come celebrate New York surfing with Skudin Surf and the Hurley Surf Club. The biggest night in New York surfing features new films by the best local filmmakers and surfers, including: Thomas Brookin’s “Fire & Water”, “Jobless” by Natty Graham, Thor Larson and Brian Adamkiewicz and Surfer Magazine’s short featuring Will Skudin — profile subject in their newly released collector’s issue. PREMIERE INFO Thursday, July 14, 2016 6-10 pm Bridgeview Yacht Club 80 Waterfront Blvd, Island Park, NY 11558"

This Week in Not Surfing

1. On Fatherhood:
I take my son surfing early in the morning. While I put on my wetsuit he runs off to the dune beneath the lifeguard chair. I paddle around in two foot mush for a bit, trying to make myself feel like I'm doing something important, diligent. He digs holes in, and roles down, the sandy slope. I watch him butt flop and it knocks the air out of him. Later he waves to me and I paddle in. We swim together for ten minutes or so, and he declines a trip on the board. Raising a kid to surf, I'm sure, is easy in some places. I'm sure it's easy with some kids. But not this kid. He has a mild distrust of the water. Maybe of me in the water. We'll see if and when the thing takes hold.

2. On Being an Older Surfer:
I am at a crossroads in life. I'm now over forty years old and I've worked hard enough for long enough and have been lucky enough to be where I'm at. I'm far mellower than I was even three years ago. I'm working on getting mellower still. But my patience is starting to run thin. I lose my temper with decisions I consider dogmatism based on aesthetics instead of a pragmatism based on joy. I find morality a tiring concept to unpack. I am becoming more aware of my frailties and my shortcomings. I often find myself thinking I've reached the judicious level of my incompetence. But certain prerogatives of my youth hold on. I have a fascination with being outstandingly mediocre as a surfer. I've been at it so long that I am starting to consider myself the Serena Williams or Tim Duncan of outstandingly mediocre surfers. I mean, really, really, doggedly mediocre. There was a time that I'd only ride longboards. And then I'd only ride longboards that came from the trash or that someone gave me or would cost less than a hundred dollars. As those sorts of finds became less likely thanks to the explosion of surf popularity (find me a useful hundred dollar longboard now) I started widening the possible quiver to crappy old 70s single fins or 90s fun shapes. The more unwieldy, the more patently cruddy the shape, the yellower the sun damage, the more bulbous the delam... these were under my feet. And only under my feet every now and then. Because I undertook a strict regimen of not surfing. Of putting career and creative life and urban partying ahead of paddling out. The odd masochistic shock of shame and and internal recrimination somehow became a habit forming burst of anti-dopamine. Initially ignorant of my discipline, I covertly coveted the missed opportunities. I think. Actually it's all a bit of a blur, life. But the only way I can justify or qualify all the time I've spent getting steadily worse at surfing is to give it a kind of workmanlike mythos. Even now, I've spent the last three years sorting out how to look like a twerp on a soft top. I've started riding soft tops as twin fins, with no fins, in bigger waves, on perfect days. It's that old habit of shooting myself in the foot, of giving myself the finger. But I'm older now, maybe less inclined to follow my own rules. I hope.

3. On The Shit That's Been Happening for a Long Time
While I may have failed my education, my education has not failed me. And I know that the only hope is a change in the system. It isn't about the police culture, though that's part of it. It's not about gun control, though that's part of it too. It's about a systemic readjustment of priorities based on critical thinking and shared definitions. It's about managing a capitalist system that offers what capitalist systems ultimately should: continued equal opportunity. It's about racism and classism and old men and fear and willful stupidity and holding onto ignorance as a central tenet of life.

4. On Relationship
Two close cousins from the same bad habit family tree: The Doomed Loner and the Perpetual Martyr.

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Happening : Life Below The Surface

Rockaway Beach Surf Club welcomes a new artist to their space this July. Underwater photographer Anthony Dooley’s “Life Below the Surface” features a collection of artifacts and images from the sea. Images on canvas glassed in resin, screen printed art, mounted artifacts on wood and reassembled jaws of speared fish are just some of the varied pieces included in the show. Photographs from waterman Peter Correale’s world travels will also be displayed. The show runs July 8 - July 20.

Opening reception:

Friday, July 8, 2016
7:00pm
Rockaway Beach Surf Club
302 Beach 87th Street
Rockaway Beach, NY 11693


For more information, check out:
www.rockawaybeachsurfclub.com
www.lifebelowthesurface.com

This Week In Not Surfing

1. Someone in a position of curatorial power at Delta Airlines must be kind enough to consider the 2008 Gleason/Fiennes/Farrell fest In Bruges a cinema classic. This decision maker is equally inclined to make sure you have at least two Tom Hanks vehicles to sate your flying hours. And while I have never actually clicked on In Bruges, or, say, Sleepless in Seattle on my seatback monitor, I’ve spent hours gratefully repeatedly watching these films over other passengers shoulders.

 2. I spend a week shuttling between Dallas and Ft. Worth, the high rises and the stock yards. Nothing funny happens to me there. Not a single moment of a-ha-that’s-hilarious. Meandering between earnestness, pride, graciousness and a sort of vague distrust, I find this part of the world singularly serious in its self-estimation. Big thoughts. Big plans. Big traditions. Big problems. And while this kind of anti-glibness would probably normally unsettle me and my winking, irony filled, cynical East Coast urban outlook, it instead fills me with a sense of comfort, even if for a load of reasons I find puzzling. Short-termism always battles long-termism, the middle brother traditionally feeling adrift. It’s all a matter of perspective. I just wish something would make me chuckle.

 3. At what point will a bureau be founded that offers specious scores on our social media presence the way they offer specious scores on our credit? Better burnish your image, it’ll take years to correct that missed posting.

4. Standing in line behind someone laboriously trying to sort out exactly which lottery ticket to buy at the bodega is the 4th circle of hell.

 5. I say, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Bonds.” He says, “Mr. Bonds died in ’58. I’m Pete.”

 6. If you read one newspaper article today, read the whole of the New York Times Sunday Styles section from July 3rd 2016. Bill Cunningham is as legendarily lovely as anyone ever. A taste of greatness.