Monthly Archives: December 2013

In at the creation

Going through my late father’s old Air Force flight logs, I see that he was training to fly the B-29 at Alamogordo, New Mexico from June to September, 1945.

So he was probably there when the first atomic bomb was exploded at the Trinity Site, a few hundred sixty miles northwest of the base,  about 5:30 a.m. on July 16.

The surrounding mountains were lit up “brighter than daytime,” one scientist reportedly said, but as the mushroom cloud apparently only reached about eight miles high, dad probably couldn’t have seen it, assuming he was even awake at the time. The rumbling thunder might have awakened him but it had been thunderstorming in the week before the blast. If he was up, in time for an early flight, he never mentioned it to me. But it was Top Secret.

Paul Tibbets and the Enola Gay were already at Tinian in the Mariana Islands training to drop one on Hiroshima. Which they would have installed in their bomb bay by August 6 when they launched for the Empire’s rendezvous with the Atomic Age.

Interestingly, that first bomb was blooded like a Samurai’s katana sword.

The Navy captain who armed it high over the Pacific enroute to Japan badly cut a finger on its sharp tail fins, getting blood on his uniform and on the bomb, according to Robert F. Dorr, author of last year’s excellant Mission to Tokyo: The American Airmen Who Took The War To The Heart of Japan.

If you’re in the market for new details on an old subject, Dorr’s book is a fine read.

UPDATE:  Another book I like is a much-praised historical novel The Green Glass Sea, by Ellen Klages, which includes the fascinating detail that in the first year after the blast, the Trinity site was covered with thin sheets of pale green glass which the fireball had created from the white sand.

Rule 5: Pacific Princess

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B-25 Mitchell nose art, courtesy of Planes of The Past. It’s relatively tame compared to some of the full frontal pix of the pre-PC era.

I’ve been reading Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo, then-Army Captain Ted Lawson’s 1943 tale of the training, launching, bombing and aftermath of the April, 1942 retaliation for Pearl Harbor. The language is quaint (probably scrubbed for a general audience), except when he calls the Japs inhuman. But the description of them bayoneting hospital patients in their beds justifies it. And other books I’ve read about what their Navy did to downed American pilots, i.e. interrogating them and then throwing them overboard.

On the other hand, it’s easy to spot the propaganda in the official news release in the appendix—especially the claim that their bombs fell only on military targets. The Air Force can’t do that now. I know they couldn’t then. The so-called greatest generation was no less adept at lying than we are. Still it’s a good read, and a good look at the WW2 era. I recommend it.

Mooch’s ‘death stare’

I love it when sourpuss Mooch looks angry. She does it so often. There’s not a shred of diplomacy in her. Hard to believe she was once in charge of “diversity” at a Chicago hospital. Maybe that’s why she wasn’t replaced when she left. Among other reasons.

Via Dustbury

Sick of the damned cold

It feels like it’s been a month since the temperature rose above 45 degrees, though it hasn’t been quite a week yet. But I’m thoroughly sick of it. Sick of living in Little WisconTex, with the temp falling into the 20s every night.

Thanks to help from my IT guru, aka The Fat Guy, at least the Scribbler finally has a home that’s not vulnerable to Yahoo!: what you see here is it, the good Lord willin’ and the creeks don’t rise—if they did they’d just freeze over anyhow.

We’ve transferred all the posts, comments, and media back to infinity and beyond (actually 2006) from Ye Olde Scribbler, so, as Darkwater wanted, the Rule 5 catalogue (among others) should be intact.

As for Ye Olde, she hasn’t been scuttled over the Mariana Trench yet, but that’s coming. So if you’re feeling sentimental, go say goodbye. And if you could bring us some proper, early December, 70-degree weather, I’d be forever grateful.

Wrong place, wrong time. Story of his life.

An oldie from 2006 but still worthy of contemplation.

“Thomas L. Cook, who died at 54 when he was fatally hit by a car Sept. 11, spent much of his life recovering from the misadventures that plagued him even in the womb.”

He kept coming back, and coming back, until he couldn’t anymore.

Evolution is pitiless.

Another Wormtongue lie

I had to wonder, after reading Dreams From My Father and then Audacity of Hope (yes, I actually read both) how the former could possibly have been written by the guy who wrote the latter.

Dreams is poetic, pretentious but poetic. Audacity is junk, no more than political hack work. Generalities from someone who has no intention of bringing them to life.

Well, guess what?, Dreams wasn’t written by the same guy. It was written by his former Weather Underground pal and (what else) University of Chicago academic. A Leftist professor of education, no less.

“In promoting his new book, ‘Public Enemy,’ [Bill] Ayers’ publisher, Beacon Press, has written a blurb on Amazon.com that says Ayers “finally ‘confesses’ that he did write ‘Dreams From My Father.'”

No surprise there and no surprise that Mr. “If you like your insurance you can keep it” has always falsely claimed authorship of the book. Our Democrat president is becoming the world’s most prominent fraud. Even his former buds are bailing on him—except for Looney Tunes MSNBC, of course.

The Waterloo Trio

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The Waterloo Trio is my favorite semi-classical (well, Bjork to Beethoven) Austin ensemble, partly because the fiddler James Anderson (on the left) is my fiddle teacher. But they’re also just fun to listen to.

Other members are Jonathan Geer, at the piano, and Tony Rogers on cello. Their first CD (mostly composed by Jonathan) is worth buying (or at least playing the excerpts at the link to decide which one to buy) and they have a second one in the works.

All three of them also are part of James’s jazz ensemble the Austin Piazolla Quintet. And they are also  freelance musicians, Jonathan composing themes for computer games and Tony and James acting as sidemen for various artists. If you like jazz, for instance listen to James’s beautiful violin lead on singer Suzi Stern’s “Tango for Tina.”