October Issue 2010 Surfing Magazine

posted by / Magazine / August 8, 2010

The fact that we can forecast, communicate, analyze, announce and annoy ourselves 24 hours a day, from anywhere in the world, leaves me feeling rather despondent.

Would you agree our lives on land are getting a little ridiculous? My Sunday morning is now just as stressful as my Monday afternoon, and the more I know about a swell, the less I want to surf it. The fact that we can forecast, communicate, analyze, announce and annoy ourselves 24 hours a day, from anywhere in the world, leaves me feeling rather despondent and my hair way too dry. And while packing up shop and moving “somewhere up north” sounds like a potential cure, I know it’s not an option you or I could really pull off, say, tonight. That’s why we assembled this issue. We wanted to experiment with a few basic ways in which we think we could better ourselves, and we tried to do it without getting all owner’s manual.

The first thing we did internally at the mag was simple. Every morning before diving into our daily duties, we got together to watch a different segment from Taylor Steele’s Campaign. Go replay what this month’s cover dude, Andy Irons, does on his backhand in that film, and you’ll see why this was such effective medicine. Immediately we became more amped and enthused — and possibly better — surfers (not to mention workers).

We then sent roving writer Nathan Myers off on a motorcycle journey without proper identification — just a surfboard — and told him we didn’t want to hear from him for a few days (he lives in Bali, so we figured he could actually pull this off). We said to go surf, leave everything else behind (kid, wife, phone, dog, computer, etc.) and we promised he’d still have a job if/when he made it back (see: “Go Without,” pg. 92). He returned in one piece, and we’re pretty sure the resulting story will teach us all a little bit about just how important that Facebook status is to our well-being.

We then decided to break some rules — just to see if that did anything. One afternoon, we opened the backdoor of our office to our friends Ford Archbold, Andrew Doheny, Spencer Regan and their buddy Big Cat to let the foursome’s new band, Party Theft — then only six days old — shake the walls of our recently acquired, still rather corpo building. Dust fell from the ceilings and we officially staked a claim on our new home, while praying we weren’t arrested or kicked out of the office. Their spontaneous rock-and-roll show was all the inspiration we needed to assemble SURFING’s guide to bettering yourself (see: “Absolutely Killing It,” pg. 78).

But we didn’t stop there; a lot can happen when you focus on what’s important. We met a centaur. A Kennedy. Saw Kelly cry during a tribute to Al Merrick at the Waterman’s Ball. We said yes, all the time. We tried to enjoy moments more than tweets. We promised to live more spontaneously. We woke up earlier. Checked the waves in person rather than online. Paddled out for the hell of it, even when it wasn’t good and we didn’t have time. We watched more surf vids (amazing what this alone can do for one’s stoke level). And somewhere along the way, we think we learned something about what makes life as a surfer worth living.

All that and, oh, we beat the other magazines in a surf contest at Lowers. You could kind of say we absolutely killed it this month. Did you? —Travis Ferré

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  • Tony Castelluci

    Haven’t really picked up the mag in years. Found the October issue at the UWF gym, and I mixed that in with a tripy issue of Nat Geo, (they ‘re all tripy, but this one had some cool Egyptian stuff in it.).

    Got to the spread you laid out on Pensacola Beach and just stared at it for a while. All the memories of all the great waves I’ve caught here just flooded back. The epic days were few and far between, and the mediocre to crap days were more plentiful, but still, that’s my home break.

    I was living in Atlanta when the oil hit. But now I’m back and I’m looking for answers. I’ve written the local chapter of the Surfrider Foundation, University of West Florida, and WKRG TV-5 (who have run tests on crude oil content). No one has responded to me.

    The answer I’m looking for is “How much Corexit is in the water.?” I’ve had fantasies about asking this question. Italian-American fantasies where I walk across the street to the someone who has an answer and take care of it the way Ray Liotta took care of it in Goodfellas. But that’s just a fantasy and can’t do any good. But the intensity of that scene from Goodfellas is how serious I am about wanting an answer to that question.

    So now I’m asking Surfing. Do you have the weight to help me answer the question? Can we get some help down here about answering how much Corexit is in the water?

    Corexit is toxic at 4 Parts per million and up. Crude oil is toxic at 50 PPM and up. The last test was only on crude, and it was conducted with our neighbor at Orange Beach, AL. The measured 120ppm at the beach, and 200 ppm in the harbor. But still, no answers about the Corexit PPM.

    A lot of guys are going in the water without knowing. Seems better to stay out, instead of waking up one morning and finding out I’ve slowing transforming into Bootstrap Bill. (Another movie reference…yeah…I know…I like movies. And?)

    Any help you can offer into getting clear cut answers would help. The Emerald Coast Surfrider Foundation released their test findings. But looking at it, is like looking at an advanced chemistry text book. They didn’t offer any clear cut answers to the questions, “Is it safe? Is the Corexit under 4 PPM? Is the crude under 50 PPM?”

    Thanks for your time.

    Tony Castelluci
    Gulf Coast Resident