The Sunday Joint

SUNDAY JOINT, 12-24-2023: “SPORT OF KINGS,” IT’S RIGHT THERE IN THE TITLE!

Hey All, I asked my dad recently if he was disappointed or puzzled or otherwise confounded by the insane amount of time I spent surfing. He thought about it. I watched him think about it. He’d gone along with my new interest way back when, no problem, backed it even, got me a SURFER subscription for Christmas, paid for or did matching funds on my first half-dozen boards, drove me two or three tim...

SUNDAY JOINT, 12-17-2023: TURNING PEANUTS INTO THE FINEST-GRADE PEANUT BUTTER OF SURF HISTORY—SMOOTH AND CRUNCHY, BOTH

Hey All, The days of high-low hip-swinging culture-vulture Sunday Joints—you know what I’m talking about, Mike Doyle riding tandem with Diana Ross or the one where we parkour from Vishna to Bells Beach to David Cassidy—are about to return. Further down the page here, in fact, I’ve loaded up a little preview of what’s in store next year. But for the moment we are still in fundraising mode. If an...

SUNDAY JOINT, 12-10-2023: “I OPENED UP MY FAVORITE NEWSLETTER AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY FUNDRAISER!”

A Letter from Matt Warshaw, Executive Director of Encyclopedia of Surfing Surfers, surf culture aficionados, fellow travelers—the 2023 EOS fundraiser is ON and if you want to skip to the business end of this message, click here to donate. Last week we pushed the big red launch button on EOS 2.0, and bringing that new and massively upgraded version of the site to life pretty much sucked all our t...

SUNDAY NON-JOINT, 12-3-2023: "THINGS ARE IN MOTION THAT CANNOT BE UNDONE!"

Hey All, It is befitting, I suppose, if we are being charitable, that I've just this moment hit Save on the Joint that I spent all afternoon working on, announcing that the new and rebuilt EOS is finally live. I've lost count of the number of times I've said this thing is here, only to watch it move another two or three weeks into the future, again and again. Instead, you get a cheap video test ...

MONDAY JOINT, 12-4-2023: ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SURFING 3.0, FORMERLY 2.0, IS VERY PROBABLY LIVE!

Hey All, Last night, with a steady finger and cool gaze and a whispered "Now am I become Surf, the Destroyer of Free Time," I pushed the giant red launch button on EOS 3.0—which I've been calling EOS 2.0 for the past year and half, forgetting that we not only launched 2.0 in 2019 but ballyhooed the shit out of it—and set Encyclopedia of Surfing blasting through the series of tubes that is the int...

SUNDAY JOINT, 11-26-2023: WARMING UP TO THE ICEMAN

Hey All, Damien Hardman is my second favorite Iceman, ahead of Val Kilmer but miles behind George Gervin, and I apologize to anyone here who is not an NBA nostalgist but I cannot say Gervin’s name without proselytizing on his behalf, starting with the fact that he was the smoothest, most stylish and fluid player of his or any other generation, the Tom Curren of NBA shooting guards, right down to ...

SUNDAY JOINT, 11-19-2023: ALOHA AND THANK YOU, STEVE MASSFELLER AND MIKE MOIR

Hey All, There is a good chance that somewhere deep inside an ancient metal filing cabinet, in a plastic file tucked inside a M*A*S*H-age Pendaflex hang folder, is a 35mm color transparency of Florida surfer Steve “Beaver” Massfeller taken by Orange County photographer Mike Moir. Both men were incredibly good at what they did. Both were at the height of their powers in the late ’70s and early ’80...

SUNDAY JOINT, 11-12-2023: ALOHA AND THANK YOU, MARK MARTINSON – “HE WAS IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO LIKE!”

Hey All, The bottom turn used to be the maypole of surfing maneuvers, the nucleus, the move around which all other moves depended on and circled around and took orders from, but also, in the right hands, a spectacular thing in and of itself, and while Jeff Hakman was and remains my own personal bottom turn Shiva, the first surfer to actually imprint on my barely-salted nine-year-old mind as a hea...

SUNDAY JOINT, 11-5-2023: ALOHA AND THANK YOU, KIMO HOLLINGER

Hey All, Kimo Hollinger, whose early gift for big-wave surfing was eclipsed by an even greater gift for short first-person essays that were funny and heartbreaking, casual and self-deprecating and wise, often in the same sentence, died last week at age 84. There is a steady, deceptive 2/4 simplicity to Hollinger’s work. Short sentences, mostly. Some commas here and there but otherwise very little...

SUNDAY JOINT, 10-29-2023: THE UNKNOWABLE TOM BLAKE

Hey All, Occasionally I will pass my keyboard-calloused hands across the near and far fields of surf history, eyes closed, senses open, from Mamala the Shark Woman to the Swell of ’39 to T-Street, checking the sport’s auras and chakras and whatnot. All part of the job. And without fail, while performing this survey, things go dark when I pause and hover over Tom Blake. I marvel at Blake’s range ...