Hello all, I've got a two parter for you.
Part one is Soaking up the Sun's book list. Now, I don't intend to do book-club stylez (of course, with a "z"). I just thought it would be fun. Part two is a CD list I got from another website, of similar style to this (but half of it I make up myself). Also, a pondering occurs in part two.
So here goes part one!
BOOK LIST!
*bold those you've read
*italicize those you started but never finished
*double star ones you want to read**
*add your own
*post to your blog, if desired
1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien (reading it right now, actually)
2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen**
3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
4. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams (among favourite books)
5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling
6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne
8. 1984, George Orwell
9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis
10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller
12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks
14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier**
15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame**
17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres**
20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy
21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell**
22. Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling
23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling
24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling
25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
26. Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy
27. Middlemarch, George Eliot
28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving
29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck
30. Alice's Adventures In Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll
31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson
32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez**
33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett
34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute
38. Persuasion, Jane Austen
39. Dune, Frank Herbert (another ultimate favourite)
40. Emma, Jane Austen
41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery
42. Watership Down, Richard Adams
43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald
44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas**
45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
46. Animal Farm, George Orwell
47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens4
8. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy
49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian
50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher
51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett**
52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
53. The Stand, Stephen King
54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth
56. The BFG, Roald Dahl
57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome
58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell
59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer**
60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky**
61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden
63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough
65. Mort, Terry Pratchett
66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
67. The Magus, John Fowles
68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman**
69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding
71. Perfume, Patrick Susskind
72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell
73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett**
74. Matilda, Roald Dahl
75. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding
76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt
77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins
78. Ulysses, James Joyce (how embarrassing!)
79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens
80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson
81. The Twits, Roald Dahl**
82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith**
83. Holes, Louis Sachar
84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake**
85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson
87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley**
88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons
89. Magician, Raymond E Feist
90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac
91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo**
92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel
93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett
94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho**
95. Katherine, Anya Seton
96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer
97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez**
98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson
99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
100. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie**
101. The Redemption of Althalus by David and Leigh Eddings
102. The Dreamers by David and Leigh Eddings
103. Carrie by Stephen King
104. Salem’s Lot
105. The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman**
106. The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman**
107. The Lion, the Wicth and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) by C.S. Lewis
108. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
109. The Kite Runner**
110. All the King’s Men by Robert Penn Warren
111. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen**
112. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
113. Are you there god, it’s me Margeret by Judy Blume
114. Atonement by Ian McEwan
115. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
116. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster
117. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
118. Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
119. All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque**
120. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
121. Sula by Toni Morrison
122. The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx
123. The Anti-politics Machine by Ferguson
124. Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keys
125. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
126. The Color Purple. Alice Walker
127. A Wrinkle In Time. Madeleine L'Engle**
128. Uncle Tom's Cabin. Harriet Beecher Stowe
129. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Maya Angelou
130. Fahrenheit 451. Ray Bradbury
131. Walden by Henry David Thoreau
132. Bang/Crunch by Neil Smith
133. JPod by Douglas Coupland
134. 2001: A Space Oddysey by Arthur C. Clarke
135. Bloodletting & Miraculous Cures by Vincent Lam
136. East of Eden by John Steinbeck**
Stay tuned for Part Two!
12 June 2008
10 June 2008
3rd Movement: Birds in the Abyss
The title of this entry is the name of the 3rd movement in Oliver Messiaen's Quartet for the End of Time, which I had the privilege of seeing performed by the Gryphon Trio (plus clarinet), last night as part of the Toronto Festival of Arts and Creativity, Luminato. I'm a volunteer for the festival, and this performance, which combined the original piece with a visual aspect inspired by Messiaen's ability to see colours due to different sounds. What resulted was the performance I saw last night: Colour....for the End of Time. It was kind of boring, but also kind of awesome.
So here's a super quick recap of life and stuff. Main thing: I attended a couple convocations at school, which were awesome. Super highlight of my time there? Attending a special luncheon as Soaking up the Sun's guest (my name was actually Guest on the list). It was an awesome lunch, one of the best the catering company at our school had ever put before me (not that I've eaten their food alot...*cough*). Not only did they prepare an exquisite meal, we had the hilarious opportunity to sing the University's President happy birthday! Now let me tell you something, being a couple of the only students in the room, this was a strange opportunity. Even more so, a bunch of older people ranging from past students to professors to University Governors tend to create a remarkably in-key version of "Happy Birthday!" It was pretty cool and definitely unexpected. Fun times had by all.
After fun times I had to go back to Toronto, for I had a doctor's appointment, then an x-ray in two days. The x-ray, dear lord, was such a strange experience. I trek down pretty far out of my way, go in for five minutes, and come out with a three-hundred dollar dent in my credit card. All this because I had a tooth removed in a surgery a few years ago, and I may need a new implant tooth.
Anyway, coming up to today, I'm helping out with my old public school's arts night. This is fine and all, despite the LACK OF AIR CONDITIONING. Holy cow it's hot in there. Tonight is the performance, I hope it's not awful bad. But despite the heat in today's rehearsal, there was one great benefit of the day at the school.
I walked into the staff room to bug my brother (one of the teachers there) and talk to the other teachers, when in walks this guy who looks my age or younger wearing a staff tag. One of the teachers says "you must be a kid, right?" And he shakes his head. "You're a teacher!?" This teacher was incredulous. This supply teacher, who I will refer to as Blue for absolutely no reason, said yes, and that he was filling in for a 7/8 class.
Now let me just tell you something. There might be stories of cute supply teachers and stuff...but this one is practically my age. And he is definitely cute. He said he was just out of teachers college...so really close to my age. I just couldn't get over it. Anyway, nothing to be done.
That's it that's all folks.
"Doubles" by The Librarians of Truth
My decision has caused a division
In my religion and soul
I had no intention to ruin the lesson
To ruin my heart as I did
...just felt like it.
Stay frosty!
So here's a super quick recap of life and stuff. Main thing: I attended a couple convocations at school, which were awesome. Super highlight of my time there? Attending a special luncheon as Soaking up the Sun's guest (my name was actually Guest on the list). It was an awesome lunch, one of the best the catering company at our school had ever put before me (not that I've eaten their food alot...*cough*). Not only did they prepare an exquisite meal, we had the hilarious opportunity to sing the University's President happy birthday! Now let me tell you something, being a couple of the only students in the room, this was a strange opportunity. Even more so, a bunch of older people ranging from past students to professors to University Governors tend to create a remarkably in-key version of "Happy Birthday!" It was pretty cool and definitely unexpected. Fun times had by all.
After fun times I had to go back to Toronto, for I had a doctor's appointment, then an x-ray in two days. The x-ray, dear lord, was such a strange experience. I trek down pretty far out of my way, go in for five minutes, and come out with a three-hundred dollar dent in my credit card. All this because I had a tooth removed in a surgery a few years ago, and I may need a new implant tooth.
Anyway, coming up to today, I'm helping out with my old public school's arts night. This is fine and all, despite the LACK OF AIR CONDITIONING. Holy cow it's hot in there. Tonight is the performance, I hope it's not awful bad. But despite the heat in today's rehearsal, there was one great benefit of the day at the school.
I walked into the staff room to bug my brother (one of the teachers there) and talk to the other teachers, when in walks this guy who looks my age or younger wearing a staff tag. One of the teachers says "you must be a kid, right?" And he shakes his head. "You're a teacher!?" This teacher was incredulous. This supply teacher, who I will refer to as Blue for absolutely no reason, said yes, and that he was filling in for a 7/8 class.
Now let me just tell you something. There might be stories of cute supply teachers and stuff...but this one is practically my age. And he is definitely cute. He said he was just out of teachers college...so really close to my age. I just couldn't get over it. Anyway, nothing to be done.
That's it that's all folks.
"Doubles" by The Librarians of Truth
My decision has caused a division
In my religion and soul
I had no intention to ruin the lesson
To ruin my heart as I did
...just felt like it.
Stay frosty!
03 June 2008
SPECIAL: Fight wise and fringe worthy
Damn the sound that breaks the bond
Damn them all, them all in one
On the precipice of inadequacy
They chant
And they tell you there is nothing else to worry about
Those fucking bureacrats
They have nothing more to live for?
It's not a statement of waste
If there's nothing being wasted
Unless everyone wastes away to nothing first
So they chant
And they learn how to defend themselves
No longer unprepared for the worst
And the worst
Those fucking bureacrats
Can blow the big one
While their opponents roll a big one
On the outskirts
The rest are just waiting
For the crusade
Damn them all, them all in one
On the precipice of inadequacy
They chant
And they tell you there is nothing else to worry about
Those fucking bureacrats
They have nothing more to live for?
It's not a statement of waste
If there's nothing being wasted
Unless everyone wastes away to nothing first
So they chant
And they learn how to defend themselves
No longer unprepared for the worst
And the worst
Those fucking bureacrats
Can blow the big one
While their opponents roll a big one
On the outskirts
The rest are just waiting
For the crusade
02 June 2008
All Those Songs Down There, They Have a Purpose
to the max), and a few amazing VHS tapes (Disney, of course). But still, money has been going to food.
So, I applied to this creative writing class. It requires a portfolio application, and to my surprise, I got in! I heard this news recently, and it was super exciting! I put two stories ("unforgivable," and "Sprite") and two poems ("This Way Comes" and "Untitled May 24"), and got in! It was sweet, and now I have to do some other reading and stuff. As well, I'm exploring some other writing this summer too.
On that vain I'm writing a story called "Return to Me" about surprises in love, which serves as a prelude to a novel I'm slowly working on called "The Great Canadian Novel." More on that later.
I have to run for now.
"The Call" by Regina Spektor
It started out with a feeling
And it turned into a hope
And that hope became a quiet thought
And that thought became a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Till it was a battle cry
Stay frosty!
So, I applied to this creative writing class. It requires a portfolio application, and to my surprise, I got in! I heard this news recently, and it was super exciting! I put two stories ("unforgivable," and "Sprite") and two poems ("This Way Comes" and "Untitled May 24"), and got in! It was sweet, and now I have to do some other reading and stuff. As well, I'm exploring some other writing this summer too.
On that vain I'm writing a story called "Return to Me" about surprises in love, which serves as a prelude to a novel I'm slowly working on called "The Great Canadian Novel." More on that later.
I have to run for now.
"The Call" by Regina Spektor
It started out with a feeling
And it turned into a hope
And that hope became a quiet thought
And that thought became a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Till it was a battle cry
Stay frosty!
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