Dusty, stoked.

| posted on December 06, 2009

Dusty, elated.

Dusty, moderately happy.

Joel Parkinson may have won the O’Neill World Cup of Surfing and taken the outright lead in this year’s Triple Crown, but Dusty Payne is the one who is stoked.

By placing second in his quarter final, Dusty officially qualified for the 2010 World Tour. “I don’t even know how to describe how I feel.” Dusty said after the heat adding, “I’m just stoked.”

Stoked? That’s it? The most significant accomplishment of his young career and he’s not elated, ecstatic, overjoyed, delighted, or even thrilled. No, he’s just stoked.

But I don’t blame Dusty for underplaying his accomplishment. I blame all surfers who, through a combination of conditioning and apathy, have accepted the word “stoked” to blanket the complete spectrum of positive emotions that one might feel. I saw Dusty at the golf course on Saturday, and he was stoked to be golfing. I would venture to guess that he was also stoked when he arrived at Sunset to see clean lines pouring through the line-up. Then he squeaked through a tough quarterfinal heat to qualify for the highest level of competitive professional surfing, a proverbial watershed in his fledgling career: a life-changing moment. And yes, he was stoked with that too.

And therein lies the problem. The word stoked is so universally applied that it circumvents the need to articulate feelings, or even think for that matter. It places the same significance on winning a world title as it does finding $10 in your pocket.

It makes surf culture bland. In fact, 4% of this blog post is the actual word “stoked.”

So what do we do to curb the proliferation of this mundane word? How do we temper its use before it completely numbs our culture? It’s a topic that keeps me up at night.

Thankfully I have really good sleeping pills and for that, I’m stoked.

  • 23 Chips

    The Chips is laughing. Mr. Surfermag “writer” plays word police and laments the bland state of “surf culture”. Dusty Payne just made the WCT and you asked him how he feels. What did you expect, a poetry reading? Save the snobbery for some artsy coffee shop crowd.

    You work for Surfermag. Your main audience is 13 year old groms wanking to Reef girls and looking at ads to see which shoes and sunglasses look the coolest.

    You can expect The Chips to remind you of this the next time you’re chatting up the next hot grom in the lineup and want a Shakespeare recital.

    23 Chips

  • JS

    I guess since 23 chips reads he is a 13-year-old boy wanking to reef girls too.

  • Sean Malabanan

    I am stoked for Dusty! I have been catching most of the WQS and WCT events for a while. He really deserves the chance this year, he proved it in gnarly Sunset! Believe me, I’m sure others would agree, Sunset Beach is no joke, HEAVY! Mason Ho proved he too is a GIANT! Great job guys! Torrey Meister as well….

  • 23 Chips


    The Chips doesn’t bother with boyhood fantasies when 2 reef girls are waiting at home with more on speed dial. If you weren’t being a punk, The Chips might have thrown you some sloppy seconds. Now, your old lady will be waiting around for The Chips too.

    23 Chips

  • http://STOKED!!.com STOKED!!


    Oh, and I’m STOKED!!, too!

  • jeremy

    One Day

    One day
    I’ll go home
    I’ll cross that ghastly ocean
    the blue skies I’ll see
    the yellow sands
    the stars again maybe
    that dock
    the wooden flanks I walked out on
    step by step
    inch by inch as they creaked
    into the pale storybook moonlight
    one day
    I’ll see it again
    the crecent moon on its hanger
    by the power invested in thee
    I wake up sometimes
    having dreamt I was there
    and yet time has gone by
    and It lives only in my mind
    one day
    I’ll paddle out by myself
    I’ll sit there
    and wait
    for that wave to come by
    I am alone and no one can help
    and the sea will roll
    and the tides will pull
    and the sky will be clear
    and the clouds will form
    maybe even the flurry of the sand dancing in its
    its motion
    or maybe the celebration
    of a shark
    and a dolphin coming to comfort
    to protect
    One day
    I’ll look upon that sand
    form out in the water
    like I used to
    and I’ll see the white and twirling yellow
    as it used to be
    I’ll see the brown of the flanks of the walkover
    I’ll see the blue of the sky
    the whites of the clouds
    the greens of the reeds
    the mountains of dune
    the tips as they form
    smooth and delicate
    sharp and serrated
    cautious yet violent
    tumultuous and tranquil
    at the same time
    and one day
    I’ll know I am home