He was a boy with a camera, capturing moments of nothing. In Dan Gilroy’s film Nightcrawler, Jake Gyllenhaal had his throat cut and served to him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This is of course the first twenty-two minutes of the film, the first quarter of the game. At halftime, he was capturing moments that carried weight. Enough weight to write on a platform that wasn’t and isn’t PG rated. The brother that built the label from the ground up provided that platform. A music critic’s heaven. That’s where the Ego lies, deep within online services. However, for the brother that constructed the label earned the right of the Ego. There is an art to the Ego that his brother perfected with grace. The brother and he aren’t the same, but similar in many different ways. Louis Bloom is a sociopath, a manipulator, a crazed soul in the night. What did Louis receive in the end? Success within business. In 1960, a quixotic company called Xanudu set out to build a two-way communication network between all computers-a sort of early, synchronous version of the World Wide Web. After more than three decades of futile effort, Xanudu folded just as the web was becoming commonplace. Louis never folded, he won the game. It’s not relevant, but that’s entirely the point.
In Steven Spielberg’s Saving Private Ryan Tom Hanks played Captain John H. Miller, Vin Diesal played Private Caparzo, Adam Goldberg played Private Mellish, Barry Pepper played Private Jackson, Matt Damon played Private RYAN. The list goes on, but the point is that these are all men. Fiction or non-fiction, the point stands. That’s what he thinks about current day at punk shows when he sees 17-year-old kids with Swastika tattoos, MG 42 symbols, and bullets clipped on their key grip. We’re they on Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944? We’re they in the 716th Infantry Divison manning the German MG 42’s turning US soldiers into folded meat? We’re they in the German tanks as the 21st Panzer Divison? No. It’s not their fault that they didn’t exist yet, however the thought of the men that gave their hearts to the beaches of Normandy that day never crossed their minds. The only man that did was Hitler, a man who created his own category of evil. The kids are the weak.
North County, a bubble of fiction. Boys he once knew are lost souls. Working retail for six years, trips to Indonesia, then working construction for the family. What was the line of thinking behind those decisions? Most likely, there was no thinking at all. This gives way to the typical Southwest Bro, usually surface area, and no depth whatsoever. This isn’t everyone in North County by any means, but the boys know that this is true. This saddens him, because he knows they could do better. A lot better, but they choose not to. Why? The question is unresolved. He lives with two men who worked their Asses off to get to where they are, and so did he. Is he better than them? No, but different. Surfing is the only sport you can do where you can completely escape reality. He goes alone on early weekday strike missions to the reefs of La Jolla. There is nothing out there but fog, kelp, and waves. Not a soul for miles. Weekday morning he’s there, giving it his all. But he does it for him, not anyone else. Surfing is an escape from reality, not a jock sport. This can raise debate, which it has at the 2014 Surfer Poll Awards when Noa Deane took stage with the entire Globe team accepting best surf film of the year and slurred FUCK THE WSL in front of the entire surf industry. Did he ruin his career? No, instead he got last part in Kai Neville’s new film Cluster. What does that say about surfing? It’s political. Much like business. Shakespeare proves the superior guide. Inside a firm, people become obsessed with their competitors for career advancement. Then the firms themselves become obsessed with their competitors in the marketplace. Amid all the human drama, people lose sight of what matters and focus on their rivals instead.
This writing can be written off now, if the audience chooses to do so. He views this online platform as his stage, his area of expression. The above is exactly that. If you call yourself a writer, you’re not supposed to care what people think, especially when you’re young. It’s hard to do, but if you achieve that you win the game. And I’ll still wear the black hat, but in a different way.