"I Invented Foiling While Body Surfing At A Nude Beach"

News moves at the speed of thumbs. Feeds flood. Stories spoken, heard, and forgotten, but, people, places and memories remain.

Let’s divulge into the past week on https colon double backslash Stabmag.com: We talked about the lighthearted future. On how it is here or Laird reincarnated in the foiling revolution.

Then, terrible news rifled across social media; hearts poured for Brazil’s Jean da Silva. A short few days after, another tragedy struck as Puerto Escondido staples, Oscar Moncada, Waldo Rendón and Diego Oropeza died in a hideous car wreck. It was a grim few days. Our dear Buck wrote a reflective piece about dead friends, waves and energy; I’d suggest you read it. 

Later, however, the grey cleared. Edits courtesy of surfers you don’t really know trickled in.

A lanky man did pirouettes. Eli Olson battled waves and people. A Brazilian CT qualifier made a short film with his lady.

We ran our fair share of Vans Pick Ups with Mason Ho, Tom Curren and Sunny Garcia.

Then, Jake Howard wrote a story about Curfuffle’s famed, naked yellow railed Maurice Cole that later sold for $16,500.

The North Shore turned on and the best session of the year (at that point) went down. It wasn’t at Pipe, but a fickle sandbar called Insanities, just a strong-armed frisbee toss away from the world's deadliest reef.

The Eddie relapsed.

Tyler Wright doubled down on the world title.

150 million dollars may turn into a company called Quikbong and well, it all happened…again.

Presumably, you’re already reading the comments, cracking those knuckles ‘till they’re ready to criticize the pup's picks, or throw him a dirty old bone.