I write you today hopelessly buried beneath a stack of surf mags and DVDs from the '80s, '90s and early '00s. My oxygen is running perilously low and I fear, without a brazen plan concocted by a crack team of rescuers to free me from t[...]

Today, it’s very windy. I’m watching whitecaps toss and churn beneath the Golden Gate Bridge from my desk. It’s not a surf day, but I’ll probably head down to a little cove near my house for a paddle, just the s[...]

Ever since the first footage was released of Kelly's Wave, the most important technological innovation in surfing since the development of the surfboard, something didn't quite sit well. At first, I thought perhaps it was merely that a[...]

This is a very good day to go surfing. Most days are, to be sure, but it’s especially necessary on a day like today, after waking to the horrific news in Las Vegas. I don't know what else to do, but I've got to do something. I've[...]

God help me. I’m about to argue that sometimes beach access fees might not be a bad thing. Since the 1940s, there has been a locked gate fronting Opal Cliffs Beach, often called “Privates,” a small Santa Cruz beach ju[...]

Aside from Medina's freak double-grab backflip during Round Two (and his 10-earning combo in Round 4), the Oi Rio Pro was a total snooze fest. So like any good (see: insufferable) armchair pro-surfing critic, during the most boring ro[...]