The Bus Bench

Drunken Goats Storm Bunker Hill

In what appears to be a bi-centennial event, Bunker Hill was once again sheared of its foliage.

Downtown News Goes Native

In this week's edition of the ever questionable L.A. Downtown News, staff writer Ana Scott milks sensationalism in a fashion that might have been better suited for Ed Anger's column in the late Weekly World News: "In a nearby plaza, mariachi music competed with hip-hop and the noise of hundreds of shoppers." (Where The Wild Things Are, Vol. 37, #26, 30 June 2008)

Since when did a shopping area get described by the proximity of its demographic? Has the shopping monstrosity at 7th and Flower ever been described as "In a nearby plaza, Muzak competed with Eighties music and the noise of hundreds of shoppers" when something such as the LAPD-inspired street skirmishes in 2000 (at the DNC2K) occurred amid the the middle-class white folk who are the majority demographic found there? Why now is there the reference to the music of the implicit dirt-farming wetbacks and dole-scum negroes required to set the scene for the lede—one that mentions an area abandoned by the very people who wish to retake it be redefining the term "urban" and by folk who wish to sterilise the area their beloved Hollywood/West L.A./Valley/what-have-you made into a dumping ground of working-, lower- and non-class?

Lost pet collection...

. . . but it the day after the Day of The Dead, so what do you expect?

To honour the lost of Los Feliz, Silver lake and the surrounding area, I had the Busbenchers surrender their favourite "Lost. . . " flyers lest they were to have spent today posting their own "Lost: left limb and two toes" flyers. (There is nothing like a bottle of scotch in one hand and a machete in the other, to illustrate the advantage of two well-connected hands!)

Have a gander at our best bits of the collection collected over the last 15 months.

The well-known, first in a series of three:

One wonders about this bird. . .

. . . and why there is no photo for the cat, the flyer of which were found on the other side of the post:

There is the muppet-dog whose mug is done via a colour inkjet even as his naughty bits are no longer so colourful:

Only a Cat lover could love this bastard:

What in any hell could be in this case, that curries so much cause for alarm? (Seeing as it is eLAy, perhaps it is the soul of some lost Tarrantino fan whose own neck bears a strange Band-Aid?)

And just in case one is looking to be economical in the pursuit of photography work, there is this poor lost pup whose truancy might well pave they way for a new puppy:

But back to the drawing board. We are sure this is a schoolteacher, owing to the bottom right-hand date:

There is that which will be sent up the river:

and the same possible loss, albeit in spanish:

The simply lost:

and the largest of all (with a scale provided by my own bigfoot big-assed foot, which means the poster is nearly three feet in height), is this odd bit, which was no doubt done by a teacher: it were mounted on Foamcore, made ready by a strap from a biycllce helmet, and found in droves throughout the area immediately south of Los Feliz between Vermont and Hillhurst: