The copyscraping episode left me not wanting to have anything with knitting for a while. After contacting lots of entities and not getting anywhere, I signed off.

It felt good.

I flew back Home.

I worked.

I watched Top Chef.

I picked olives. This year I picked only those bigger than my thumb. I packed them in salt and once a day I shake the jar. The mildness is *just* there.

I climbed rocks. I read climbing blogs. I watched climbing videos. I'm getting stronger but I'm not yet strong enough. (Hah! Like every climber I know.)

I read design blogs. I missed Graphic Design: typography, composition, color, imagery, artistry. Not usability. Not functionality. Just. Design.

I started drawing again. I warm up by trying to draw straight, parallel lines and round circles, like the monks, and perfectly spaced squiggles. I draw in pen because I can.

I think I'd like to start blogging again. Whenever I feel like it. Out at the cliffs, I hear people yell out, "Allez", encouraging a climber to move past a crux section or to keep moving. Yalla expresses the same sentiment, only better, more poetic. Do you like it? I do.

Yalla.

Let's go.

Copy scraping, or splogging, is illegal.

At least in the United States. But it doesn't matter whether you're doing this in Germany, or Turkey, or some tiny island in the middle of the Pacific. The fact is that if you're using someone else's original content and original imagery for your own purposes, whether monetary or pure spite or whatever, it exposes you for who you really are:

A fraud. A thief.

Unoriginal, uninspiring, uninteresting.

If you're reading this on a blog or feed whose name and owner is not Yummy Yarn by Mary Joy Gumayagay, then the words and images have been scraped from Mary Joy's original knitting blog.

You can't come up with your own content, so you have to use someone else's. I pity you, if this is the way you make money, with Google AdSense ads interspersed with my content. And, I might add, other bloggers'.

You must be one pathetic human being.

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I guess you think you're getting the last laugh, don't you? Don't worry, call me lots of names, it just shows how uncivilized and crude you really are. You seek validation through others. You are insecure, you find joy in cheating, you find security in hiding. You are nothing, and you will always be nothing.

Sunset in the Mediterranean, overlooking the hamlet of Çrni Kal, Slovenia, in the fall of 2007. A week of climbing at 2 different crags with a bit of exploring in nearby Trieste, Italy. Spasso!

Goodbye, Summer! Southern California, thank you.

Reunion.

Revision.

Revival.

And, as always, a new masthead.

Toward the end of August I got to thinking about that vital part of me I left behind in the Old World. The rock climber. The museum-goer, the market-browser, the eater-of-berries-along-the-forest-path. The lover of light and shadow. The artist who so deftly creates a landscape in a few careful strokes of watercolor.

Reconnect.

Time to go home.

(Boy, did the light seriously wane at our most recent get-together! What was supposed to have been a Sew-In became a gabfest.... ladies, I think I know you all A LOT BETTER NOW.*ahem* Happy Birthday dear Jillian, I'm glad you liked the fabric and the crocheted scarf!)