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last updated: September, 2009
Currently Reading
Emotional Awareness by Paul Ekman and Dalai Lama
Elements of Fiction Writing:
Beginnings, Middles & Ends by Nancy Kress
The Dragonbone Chair by Tad Williams
Black Sun Rising by C.S. Friedman
Books I liked and/or found helpful & inspiring
Art
Die Gestalt des Menschen by Gottfried Bammes
[note: wonderful anatomy book with clear diagrams, but somewhat lacking because all text is in German. It's worth having and supplementing with other anatomy books]
Painting Fantasy Landscapes & Cityscapes by Rob Alexander
Layout and Design Made Amazingly Simple by Brian Lemay
Japanese Comickers Volume I & II
Dressing a Galaxy: The Costumes of Star Wars
Star Wars Episode III Art Book
Kung Fu Panda Art Book
Fiction
The Night Angel Trilogy by Brent Weeks
Inda (Books I and II) by Sherwood Smith
Emily of New Moon trilogy by L.M. Montgomery
Ideas
The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle
Elements of Fiction Writing:
Characters and Viewpoints by Orson Scott Card
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
The Journal of Ralph Waldo Emerson
Friday, August 15, 2008
Reading List
Friday, August 8, 2008
Link: Days with my Father
http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/
I just want to share with everyone this site I found through a friend. It's a poignant photo-journal that really touched me. It's a very powerful reminder of how we should never take for granted the time we spend with our loved ones, because you never know when you'd wake up one day and realise that they will be gone sooner than you'd expected.
excerpt:
my mum died suddenly on sept. 4th, 2006
after she died, I realised how much she'd been shielding me from my father's mental state.
he doesn't have alzhemimers, but he has no short-term memory, and is often lost.
I took him to my mother's funeral, and to the burial, but when we got home, he'd ask me every 15-20 mins where my mother was. I'd explain carefully that she had died, and we'd been to her funeral.
This was shocking news to him
Why had no one told him?
Why hadn't I taken him to the funeral?
Why hadn't he visited her in the hospital?
He had no memory of these events
After a while, I realised I couldn't keep telling him that his wife had died.
He didn't remember, and it was killing both of us, to re-live her death constantly.
I decided to tell him she'd gone to Paris, to take care of her brother, who was sick.
And that's where she is now.
This site is a journal.
An ongoing record of my father, and of our relationship.
For whatever days we have left together.
The photos that touch me the most are the simple words the old man have left behind on pieces of paper or notebook pages.




