Monday, October 24, 2005

Hail RFS! (Hail Satan!)

In this age of scams, “rip-offs” and false “bonuses” it is truly heart-warming to discover something that is truly and sincerely free to those individuals who would like to access it. I am speaking of Radio Free Satan.

While exploring the Church of Satan’s “News” Section on their web site (which I like to do periodically), I happened upon a link to Radio Free Satan. This is a site which features On-Demand programming which can be enjoyed at the listener’s convenience or downloaded as a Podcast. While I find everything to do with iPods exacerbating in the extreme, these programs can be listened to without all the tears and heart-ache associated with Apple’s corrupt product.

There are several interesting selections to choose from on Radio Free Satan. I, personally am inspired by death metal and punk and there are programs which feature these musical genres, among others. There is also a very interesting program which features classic radio serials.

Not only is the programming on RFS top quality, but the streaming is also excellent for this type of internet entertainment. Although the audio seems to be in monophonic, the clarity is flawless and the dynamic range is still impressive. Even with a slow temporary ISP (with a dial-up connection) I am able to fully enjoy Radio Free Satan on my excellent Gateway computer.

And so, those pioneers of progressive thought and logical reason, the COS, have out-done themselves once again with Radio Free Satan. Their support of this site has directly led me to a new source of entertainment and inspiration. My admiration of the Church of Satan is thereby sustained. Hail RFS! Hail COS! Hail Satan!

Thursday, October 13, 2005


Within the past year I have come to the conclusion that I have lost all respect for Apple. Yes, I’m referring to those purveyors of electronic trash designed to drive their users utterly mad.

The iPod has got to be the absolute worst invention of the 21st Century. When you experience the “joy” of connecting your new iPod to your computer and begin installing and setting it up, the first thing you encounter is a need to format. This isn’t so hard, just another click of your mouse. Fine.

Then you get to the inputting of the serial number. The serial number is printed on the back of the unit, but it is so small you strain your eyes and just hope you entered it correctly. After getting past that sentinel of contempt, you are faced with the confusing choice of how you wish to load the MP3 player with music. If you do not want everything stored on your hard drive to be almost irreversibly stored on the iPod, be certain to uncheck all undesired sound files before proceeding. The default setting, of course starts up with all of your music selected. How convenient.

This brings me to the instruction manual which requires a better-than-average working knowledge of computers in order to even find. The full instructions for the device are on the installation CD-ROM. It, however, does not show up automatically after the disk is inserted into the computer. First you must bypass the installation part. You do this by clicking the “Cancel” button on the dialog box which will automatically open. After receiving warnings and reprimands from the software and after you decide to decline installation, it automatically performs an uninstall operation which leaves you wondering if your iPod will ever again work on your computer. Now you feel completely uninformed and hopeless.

You need to know that you must access “My Computer,” find the drive letter that is assigned to your CD-ROM drive, right-click and choose “Explore” to find what is called “User Guide.” When you do gain access to this “Holy of Holies” you are still faced with a rather involved process in order to undo the mess that you hadn’t intended to create in the first place.

After having accidentally erased all the storage folders on my iPod, and after many painstaking hours of experimentation I was finally able to restore my unit to a workable condition. What a nightmare! No gadget is worth the heartache and sorrow that Apple puts its customers through. God Damn them!

Monday, October 03, 2005


My friend, Jean Lafitte, is devastated over the circumstances surrounding New Orleans recently and with good reason (see Mourning), but I have a somewhat different perspective on this. Although the situation is tragic, indeed, I have come to realize that the great cities of the world, after experiencing the most horrific damages, always come back better than they were before.

While it is usually warfare which demolishes much of these great cities, natural disasters do no less damage and need no less attention from our citizens and countrymen to repair and rebuild.
New Orleans is one of the most historically rich cities in all of the United States, and as such, should see no expense spared in its reconstruction. From its exciting French Quarter to its beautiful Garden District, it defines an epoch in American history like no other city I can think of.

When one thinks of New Orleans one often thinks of great food. Some of the most enticing recipes and flavors are indigenous to the Crescent City. These shall not be lost, I assure you. In addition, some of the most impressive and irresistible restaurants make New Orleans their home. The famous Commanders Palace is one of the best.

Great music is also no stranger to The Big Easy. It truly is the birthplace of Jazz (and Blues and very probably Rock and Roll). The great Louis Armstrong hails from N.O., as do many others too numerous to name. On any given night of the week all three of these forms of music are represented in the French Quarter and elsewhere in the city.

Although I have permanently relocated to South Florida, it is the wonderful people of New Orleans which I shall miss the most. My time in N.O.L.A. was punctuated by some of the most bizarre events of my entire life (from the time armed thugs were hiding out under the crawlspace of my house to that fateful night when I drove my family out of New Orleans in the wake of Katrina), but it was a time I have learned from immensely and shall never forget.