Joy Again! WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

What does JOY mean, for self?

It means, right now, old friends.

It means celebrating connection.

It means, life continues. PAY IT FORWARD.

In the Moment 1:  Jessika and Pepe with us at German Haus beer garden in Redwood City

In the Moment : Jessika and Pepe with us at German Haus beer garden in Redwood City.  Self knew Pepe’s dad when we were graduate students at Stanford.

The woman in the white top is Virgie's, creator of THE quintessential Visayan mango tart, and other sinful indulgences:  in Bacolod, where else?

The woman in the white top is Virgie’s, creator of THE quintessential Visayan delicacy: mango tart, as well as other sinful indulgences: in Bacolod, where else?  Her energy and optimism are infectious.

Look at the great smiles on the faces of these teachers at Pampanga Agricultural College, in Magalang, Pampanga!  One of the teachers holds a present they gave self when she visited, in September.

Look at the great smiles on the faces of these teachers at Pampanga Agricultural College, in Magalang, Pampanga! One of the teachers holds a present they gave self when she visited, in September.

Here are a couple more WordPress blogs that succeeded wonderfully in expressing the theme JOY:

HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

New Year’s Day Poem: “Tired” by Maiana Minahal

This poem was in the anthology self co-edited with Virginia Cerenio, Going Home to a Landscape (Calyx Books, 2003)

Tired

    by Maiana Minahal

Not demon nor god
just my tired father
who snaps off the useless bulb
burning above me.
Home from another night shift
at the machine shop,
grimy at midnight,
he finds me
half asleep,
face down in a book, tired
from trying to cram
too much in one night.
Too young, he thinks,
to work so hard.
But he wants me to work hard
and ace this American country,
His footsteps fade away
as I try to shake off sleep
to tell him,
no American dream drives me,
but fear,
fear of failing to conquer words
I don’t
understand.

What She’s Reading, New Year’s Eve (2013)

Henry M. Stanley:

“The ascent of the ridge was rugged and steep, thorns of the prickliest nature punished us severely, the acacia horrida was here more horrid than usual, the gums stretched out their branches, and entangled the loads, the mimosa with its umbrella-like top served to shade us from the sun, but impeded a rapid advance.  Steep outcrops of syenite and granite, worn smooth by many feet, had to be climbed over, rugged terraces of earth and rock had to be ascended, and distant shots resounding through the forest added to the alarm and general discontent, and had I not been immediately behind my caravan, watchful of every maneuver, my Wanyamwezi had deserted to a man.”

—  How I Found Livingstone in Central Africa, Chapter VII (“Through Marenga Mkali, Ugogo, and Uyanzi, to Unyanyembe”)

Why does self keep thinking of THE ARENA?  Is it Stanley or Peeta/Katniss traversing those rocks and . . .

Self, get a grip!

Ding Dong!  When is that Times Square ball really going to start coming down?  And is Miley part of the show?  And why did Britney Spears almost fall out of her dress during a concert in Vegas?  And what is this new animated show that uses the voices of Armie Hammer and Teri Hatcher?  And why is Jessica Lange so funny when she sings Banana Fana in that American Horror Story episode?  And how come self only seems to watch The Good Wife when she is in Bacolod? And why can The Man never manage to help self find a single episode of Sherlock Holmes, the one with Benedict Cumberbatch?  And will Peter Jackson ever find a new project that doesn’t involve dwarves, hobbits, elves, or orcs (not that self minds, really)?  And will Charlie Hunnam have cause to regret that he backed out of Fifty Shades of Grey because it interfered with the schedule, he said, of Sons of Anarchy?  And what will J-Law look like in 20 years?  And will self still be alive then?  And won’t it be depressing to see J-Law middle-aged? (It most definitely will).

Self never made it to the post office today, but she did make it to Costco (for that most important sleep aid, Benadryl).  There were many unruly carts going this way and that.  People, self felt like saying, what good does it do to rush about like that, when in the end you will still have to wait in line at the checkout?  But, the holidays seem to bring out the most aggressive Costco shoppers, self knows not why.  Well, at least self managed to replenish her supply of Martinelli’s Sparkling Cider!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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