On research

• Zeolite
  • International Zeolite Association
• Electron microscopy
  • Rodenburg tutorials in TEM
• Chemistry
  • P W Atkins: Atkins' Physical Chemistry
  • J Israelachvili: Intermolecular & Surface Forces
• Materials science
  • International Table for Crystallography: Volume A
  • Askeland & Phule: The Science and Engineering of Materials
  • Charles Kittel: Introduction to Solid State Physics
• Mathematics
  • Wolfram MathWorld
  • Nakhle H Asmar: Partial Differential Equations with Fourier Series and Boundary Value Problems
• Computer programming
  • Numerical Recipes

Other than research

• Favorite poems

  國殤 操吳戈兮披犀甲，車錯轂兮短兵接。 旌蔽日兮敵若雲，矢交墬兮士爭先。 凌余陣兮躐余行，左驂殪兮右刃傷。 霾兩輪兮縶四馬，援玉枹兮擊鳴鼓。 天時墬兮威靈怒，嚴殺盡兮棄原埜。 出不入兮往不反，平原忽兮路超遠。 帶長劍兮挾秦弓，首身離兮心不懲。 誠既勇兮又以武，終剛強兮不可凌。 身既死兮神以靈，子魂魄兮為鬼雄。 composed by 屈原 (Qu Yuan, circa 300 B.C.)

  无衣 岂曰无衣？与子同袍。王于兴师，修我戈矛。与子同仇！ 岂曰无衣？与子同泽。王于兴师，修我矛戟。与子偕作！ 岂曰无衣？与子同裳。王于兴师，修我甲兵。与子偕行！ composed by anonymous (circa 800 B.C.)

  Lake Isle of Innisfree I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,   And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;   Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,         And live alone in the bee-loud glade.      And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,           Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;   There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,         And evening full of the linnet's wings.      I will arise and go now, for always night and day   I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,         I hear it in the deep heart's core.   composed by William B Yeats

  Ode to the West Wind - V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened Earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? composed by Percy B Shelley

• Art
  • M. C. Escher [dedicated to geometry lovers]
  • Salvador Dali
  • Piet Mondrian
• Music
  • On J. S. Bach's head and face
  • mutopia
  • musical terminology
• Language
  • On writing