Victor's on the Wall and it's 116 degrees in the Sun

Plotnik decided to walk yesterday instead of using his Plotkicycle, and it paid off in an unexpected way. He has noted that he sees things on his bike that he doesn't see from his car, and the same is true walking. How many years has Plottie been driving or pedaling past the Bernal Heights Library and never noticed the drawing and song of Victor Jara painted on the side of the building? How long has that been there? Looks like a very long time.



Plot and Duck heard from The Great BZWZ yesterday who is finally home, after yet another airplane fiasco. This time, after her 12 1/2 hour flight from Amman, Jordan to JFK, American Airlines canceled her flight to Boston. She had to stay in a hotel overnight once again, just like on the outbound flight, and didn't get home until noon the following day.

As always, the international flights operate flawlessly. It's American Airlines who can't seem to figure out how to serve their passengers without infuriating them in the process.

But BZ is not complaining. She had a very memorable week in the Jordanian desert, visiting some sites that are 10,000 years old. She also hit a heat wave at the Red Sea -- it was 116 that day and the water in the Red Sea is not only hot, but so salty you can't sink. You can't even get your feet to touch the shallow ground below you. Overweight people get into trouble because if they try to lower their knees they end up doing a face plant. And it was hot. Hot. Hot.

Not like here.



Plottie will be in Stiletto until Wednesday doing some work on the Perfect Pitch. It's supposed to be broiling down there too.