Wavecursed

every blessing holds a curse

  • What is this

    What is this

    This web site is a massive cope. It’s a “screw you” letter to the thing I most liked doing in my life — surfing — which now represents an oppressive chore, a pool of guilt, anxiety, and regret. Why? First, because I’m well out of my prime, and racked with injuries. It kind of sucks…

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  • The Carpenter’s Tale

    The Carpenter’s Tale

    David Donovan’s number was called next. Donovan was around six feet tall and slim. He carried himself with a quiet confidence, and was a respectable regular in the N Street lineup. He wasn’t antisocial per se, but at the same time it was not uncommon to see him sitting off on a little side peak…

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  • Weird Friday

    Weird Friday

    December 1994 was the best month of surf I’ve ever seen at Ocean Beach. It was double-triple overhead+ for three weeks straight with consistent, moderate offshores and well-groomed sandbars. Mavericks was breaking for much of that month too. The last week of that three-week stretch was particularly notable: Monday was “Jay Day” at Mavs, with…

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  • Salt

    Salt

    Trevor and Chase jogged down to the edge of the water, clean white boards under right arms, fins back and facing in. They stretched and did a few twisting warmups, then launched into the relentless, pounding shorebreak, eventually fighting their way through to the long, roiling middle section, where you could sort of catch your…

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