The Satanics of Roller Skating II: Getting Over Your Self Out on the Floor

Whether in the predominantly white all-female revival world of roller derby or the predominantly African-American revival world of “urban” “adult-night” skating in neighborhood rinks, another inherently Satanic aspect to the world of roller skating in general is both the flamboyance and the purely recreational aspect of identity construction. In roller derby, this play with identity [...]

Externalization, Satanic Uniqueness, and the Theistic/Atheistic Debate

I haven’t discussed the ideas contained in this essay much on the site mainly because I was saving them for what has turned out to be one of the several books I’m supposedly working on writing (but shhh!—I shouldn’t discuss that goal publicly, for reasons that will become apparent at the end). However, I feel [...]

Atomized and Reconstituted

I’m devoted to audiobooks. Years ago, when I first took up the habit, I thought it would never stick so well, that I couldn’t really pay attention while driving or cooking or doing the laundry. But boy can I ever! I’ve been able to treble my information intake with these things.  Recently, I finished up [...]

Children, but not Siblings

Oh they’re a motley, problem crew, these Children of Erlik. And how not? Darkness, Courage & Bravery, Chaos, Evil, Disaster, Defeat, Iron & Mining, Informants, Discord: that’s a cohort worthy of Pandora’s fateful box. The leadership are alternately unpredictable, acting under cover of darkness, courageous but given to bravado. The apologist is on the warpath, [...]

Plugging Away at Plugging In: The Satanics of (Re)connection

There’s a moment in the 2011 science fiction novel The Martian when protagonist Mark Watney manages to use instructions sent in ASCII from NASA to hack his rover’s OS and patch it into the 1997 Mars Pathfinder roving probe, allowing him to talk normally to a team at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL) in Pasadena, [...]

Satanic Belonging

I had an awkward and uncomfortable experience when I was about 19 that I have never written about or spoken of to anyone. This experience taught me a lot about the behavioral lengths to which desperation pushes folks, in particular the desperate need to belong and be with other people in some capacity, whether romantically [...]