Yalla

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 want to.

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, flowing off the tongue like silk. Do you like it? I do.

Yalla. Allez. Let's go.