The “As I Sat On The Bus” Invitational

That’s right! Send in your short stories, poems, photos, songs, and various mass transportation thoughts that begin with the words “As I sat on the bus…”

Add to the compendium with your own composition…..

Anyway, here’s my contribution for this week. It’s a bit “creative” for me. It was a long bus ride.

IMG_0573As I sat on the bus I tried to gather my thoughts. Indeed, I tried to stop them. They, the thoughts, were bothering me.

I still felt bad about murdering Sandra. The other murder that happened that same day, Malcolm….well, that didn’t bother me much. Because it was Malcolm who just burst into the room like that – without knocking I may add. So if he hadn’t have been such a busybody he never would have gotten himself killed like he did. So I don’t feel bad about Malcolm. I never liked Malcolm anyway. But murdering Sandra bothered me.

I used to like Sandra very much. That’s what it was. Sandra was very pretty and she was very nice to me. Sandra was a beautiful person, at least to me she was beautiful. And that’s the main thing about love. The way you yourself feel, right? Because Sandra and I had already made love several times, and I thought we had a good thing going. You know, we had an empathy, real communication, a lot in common. We had a real good thing going….. OK. I loved her.

So, when she told me that she was going to go out with Peter… Wow, that was a meltdown for me. Peter is a guy from work that I can’t stand, a real jerk. Anyway, when she told me about Peter I just flipped out. I kind of lost it. Before I knew it I was choking her, gripping tighter and tighter. And then suddenly she went slack, and she was dead.

I was very sad. Nonetheless, I did have the presence of mind to wipe off all the fingerprints. I must say that I did that cleaning job really careful. I even wiped off her neck. And believe me, that wasn’t easy. I used a bunch of alcohol towelette wipee things. Sandra had a box of them on the table.

So I never got caught, at least so far. It’s been three weeks already. I guess I’m just lucky.

Cement Elephants, a Riding on the Bus Story, and a book review

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So what’s up, Hubert? What’cha been doing?
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Nuthin’ much. Just waiting here for the #20 bus.IMG_0519 Gee whiz, Hubert. How long have you been waiting?
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Oh, let’s see. I figure like maybe 20 to 22,000 years
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That’s quite a long stretch for such a short joke – even for a cement elephant!

The old #20 bus arrived as I was walking out of the park, so perhaps the cement elephants were being a bit rough on the #20. Please excuse them.

The #20 bus is a friendly enough bus – as buses go. Its cousin, the jumbo #720 Wilshire Express isn’t always so pleasant. It’s a lot busier. The local, the #20 is quieter. You generally get a seat, and people are usually laid back. At least they were today – as I sat on the bus.

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George Packard, a noted contributor to the Bumbastories blog, who apparently was also riding the #20 bus, now headed on foot to the Beverly Hills Public Library. As he approached, the Beverly Hills City Hall remained a fine and noble sight. But the large police complex they had build around City Hall in the 90’s held little charm. The civic center complex held the police station with its large courtyard/holding area, an adjoining fire station, a parking structure of course. And the Library. IMG_0530 IMG_0531

 

 

The Beverly Hills Library

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George Packard was finally returning the fine book by Stephen Hawking and Leonard Mlodinov ( call #523.1) titled The Grand Design.

George had checked out the book several times already. It was slow reading but worth the effort. Indeed, all the books by Hawking which George had read were great books.

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Here’s to Stephen Hawking,

a book review

by

George Packard

George Packard had never written a book review before. And surely this book had already been reviewed – and lauded – numerous times since its release in 2010. But George wanted to recommend this book – and the other Hawking’s books – to anyone interested in modern physics and cosmology. In The Grand Design Hawking and Mlodinov do their level-headed best to explain the basics of quantum theory and the current status of the quest for the Grand Design: the handful of simple equations – indeed one equation would be even better! – that explains the whole kit and kiboodle.images-2

In the rapid advance of modern physics from a Newtonian model to the Einsteinian, then to Quantum Mechanics and the current Quantum Field Theories, M theories, String theories and Super-symmetry models, the quest for The Grand Unified Theory (the GUT) or Theory of Everything (TOE) goes on. There are huge conceptual roadblocks on the way, but Hawking, Mlodinov et. al. march on.

And, ah, but that fine and noble path to a more complete understanding! Ah, the serendipitous gifts along the way!

Hawking explains current scientific theory as well as anyone. His accomplishments as a physicist and as an author are truly remarkable.

One interesting concept he presents in the book is that of  ‘model-dependent realism’.

“According to model-dependent realism, it is pointless to ask whether a model is real, only whether it agrees with observation.”

Recent findings and advances in the scope of our measuring instruments have now led us to models of the universe that we cannot see and which at first seem outlandish. But if the model explains the data….well, that’s the model we’ll go with for now, says Hawking. Many conceptual obstacles are removed when one adopts such an approach. And here the efficacy of such an approach is exemplified by the elegance of thought Hawking and his buddy Mlodinov bring to this ever-fascinating field (did someone say Quantum Field?) of study.

An ‘As George Packard Sat On The Bus’ Story

OK. OK. Just to show you how simple it is to start a short piece with “As I sat on the bus….” here’s one by our friend George Packard. (Bumba and myself sometimes call on George Packard to help us out with these stories)

George Packard, retired schoolteacher, sat on the bus.

George Packard was headed to the library where perhaps he would scribble some words of wisdom. The Bumbastories guy wanted more stuff to post on his blog. Whatever. George didn’t mind writing. The blogging part was silly of course, and self-indugent. George Packard was not a great artist; he was no great writer. He knew that.

The night before, he and Kathy had rented the movie “The Artist” – that silent black and white flick that won all the Oscars last year. George hadn’t been much impressed by “The Artist”, although it surely made a noble stab at recreating the lost silent movie “genre”. George made a mental note to watch some Chaplin soon. “City Lights” or perhaps “The Circus”. Chaplin instinctively knew how to create powerful drama. Somehow, the drama amplified the comedy. There was nothing like Chaplin.

George walked on some of the quiet streets around the library. It was a strange but familiar phenomenon: Once you got off the main boulevards, the streets, the residential streets, grew quiet. It was so much healthier to walk in quiet. The noise was not healthy, thought George.IMG_0503 IMG_0504 IMG_0505

The “As I Sat on The Bus” Invitational —— A Writing Compendium

images-2 That’s right! Send in your short stories, poems, photos, songs, and various mass transportation thoughts that begin with the words “As I sat on the bus…”

I myself like to write on the bus, so I expect to knock off one of these guys every week or so. Meanwhile send in your ‘As I sat on the bus’, or ‘As I was sitting on the bus that afternoon’, or ‘As Monsigneour d’ Escallion sat on the autobus d’un apres midi’ stories to Bumbastories – attached as links in the comments section below. Good luck!

And here is my entry: A poem images-1

As I sat on the bus

The world went by

Time raced with the sun

Eastward we flewimages

Around the sun

Around the Milky Way

Flying, hurtling, spinning through space-time

As the bus neared La Brea Boulevard

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