Someone Set Us Up The Bat Bomb

batbombFrom the same war that gave you plague submarines and aircraft carriers of ice, presenting the bat bomb

It was a crazy way to win World War II in the Pacific. All the United States had to do was to attach small incendiary bombs to millions of bats and release them over Japan’s major cities. As the bats went to roost, a million fires would flare up in remote crannies of the wood and paper buildings common throughout Japan. When their cities were reduced to ashes, the Japanese would surely capitulate … The plan made sense to a handful of eccentric promoters and researchers, who convinced top military brass and even President Roosevelt to back the scheme. It might have worked, except that another secret weapon – something to do with atoms – was chosen to end the war. Told here by the youngest member of the team, this is the story of the bat bomb project, or Project X-Ray, as it was officially known. In scenes worthy of a Capra or Hawks comedy, Jack Couffer recounts the unorthodox experiments carried out in the secrecy of Bandera, Texas, Carlsbad, New Mexico, and El Centro, California, in 1942-1943 by “Doc” Adams’ private army. This oddball cast of characters included an eccentric inventor, a distinguished Harvard scientist, a biologist with a chip on his shoulder, a movie star, a Texas guano collector, a crusty Marine Corps colonel, a Maine lobster fisherman, an ex-mobster, and a tiger. Not to be defeated by minor logistical hurdles, the bat bomb researchers risked life and limb to explore uncharted bat caves and “recruit” thousands of bats to serve their country. Through months of personality conflicts, military snafus, and technical failures the team pressed on, certain that bats could end the war with Japan. And they might have – in their first airborne test, the bat bombers burned an entire brand-new military airfield to the ground. For everyone who relishes true tales of action and adventure, Bat Bomb is a must-read. Bat enthusiasts will also discover the beginnings of the scientific study of bats.

I read the book several years ago and it’s just begging to be made into a Wes Anderson movie. Air Force Magazine has an overview.

Which Creation Records band are you?

My Bloody Valentine
You Are… My Bloody Valentine.

You tend to be a bit distant and reclusive. You are a leader as opposed to being a follower. You are a perfectionist and pay very close attention to detail. You have the tendency to be lazy, which sometimes get’s in the way of you achieving whatever it is you may be trying to perfect. You don’t really care about what’s typically looked upon as the norm. You really don’t care about what people think about you at all, or at least so you try and make it seem. You care most about just being yourself.

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Landslide

I knew something was up this morning when the Orange County Fire Dept. mobile command post and a half-dozen fire trucks tore down Laguna Canyon Road as I was driving up to catch the train to work. Fire and Water were the last two elemental apocalypses to hit Laguna Beach, so I guess Earth was next. This morning’s landslide wasn’t too far away from the center of the big 1978 landslide. Obligatory GoogleMap of the affected area.

UPDATE: A local blog chimes in

An ironic announcement comes via Elizabeth Pearson-Schneider, the hopelessly vain mayor of Laguna, “An account has been set up for donations.” In her usual clueless fashion it has gone out of her mind that just a minute before she set the value of the homes as “Oh, nothing below a million five certainly,” with no little local booster pride in her voice. She’s sporting the right look as usual: sharp little black baseball cap with the Laguna Beach zip code “92651” embroidered, not stenciled, on the front, carefully formed blonde (of course) pony tail falling just so out of the back, an intense attention to her makeup, and dangling gold errings that set off her carefully chosen black jacket.

Deep inside she’s probably hoping people don’t look too close at the town’s habit of wantonly handing out building permits for homes on 50 degree slopes. That’s been the way it has worked for years in this hamlet that is home to some of the worst art and most expensive real estate in Southern California.