Reflections of and on Reality in Terry Pratchett’s _Soul Music_

Reflections of and on Reality in Terry Pratchett’s Soul Music

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Behold the Discworld. Watch the Waterfall on the Rim plunge into the bottomless abyss of the multiverse while the tiny sun slides above weird-shaped continents, bringing the day along. Note the eight-colour rainbows and the green-ice, ten-miles-high tower, in which the gods are playing their vicious games with mortal fates. See wizards perform magical rites and heroes succeed nine times out of ten against million-to-one chances. Do not miss the dragons and the druids, the valkyries and the vampires, the trolls and the tooth fairies…

Unmistakably, a fantasy setting. Yet another escape from reality to the realms of imagination, in other words.

…Yet, did you heed the four elephants that support this flat world on their backs? And, yes, it is a giant turtle’s shell they are standing on. Does not this remind you of a certain notion of our Earth?

You will be amazed by the abundance of references to our own reality once you start examining in detail this alleged fantasy creation. The reason for their frequent occurrence lies in the very rationale of the Discworld series: although it started as a parody of the fantasy genre, the series has eventually grown to encompass all literature, culture, our society and civilization, and ultimately the world we inhabit in virtually all its aspects. In the meantime the Discworld has developed a reality of its own, but this reality has never been an independent one; on the contrary, it has become ever more deeply rooted in the reality that we know. It is, therefore, meaningless to refer to the Discworld books as an escape from reality – and, indeed, why would the author attempt such an escape if the very same reality, viewed from an appropriate angle, provides an endless source of laugh-arousing material? For a truly satisfactory reading of Terry Pratchett’s novels, you’d rather need a deep awareness of the surrounding world; the better familiarity you have with the various aspects of human life and our civilization’s achievements (often in the ironical sense), the more you will enjoy the multitude of gags and jests throughout the text. Continue reading

Из „Прекрасният нов свят, със Стивън Хокинг“

Из „Прекрасният нов свят, със Стивън Хокинг“/Brave New World with Stephen Hawking

субтитри за документалния минисериал от 2011 г.

Роботчето iCub от втора серия


I’m here in the Louisiana marshes
on the edge of the Gulf of Mexico

and it was here where one of the largest
oil spills in history spewed out

almost five million barrels of oil.

The oil flowed for months
before it was stopped,

by which time it had caused untold
damage to this part of the world.

The scale of the pollution
was vast as oil pumped

directly from a pipe on the sea bed.

When it was time for the clear-up,
the environment was hit again.

Were used to break up
the oil slicks at sea.

On shore, they had to remove the oil
by digging up vast tracts of land.


Намирам се в блатата в Луизиана
на брега на Мексиканския залив,

където един от най-големите
разливи на нефт в историята ни

изсипа почти пет милиона барела.

Нефтът изтичаше цели месеци,
преди да бъде спрян,

и причини неописуеми щети
на тази част от света.

Мащабът на замърсяването беше огромен,

тъй като нефтът изтичаше директно от
тръбопровод на океанското дъно.

По време на почистването
природата пострада пак.

Изляха се 500 тона съмнителни химикали,
с цел да разградят нефтените петна.

А на брега за премахването на нефта
трябваше да се прекопаят огромни площи.

The threat of more oil spills
hasn’t gone away.

But when the next one happens,
[…]

Here in New Orleans, scientists
have found a way of tackling

the pollution by exploiting
the behaviour of tiny life forms,

invisible to the naked eye,
that have been around on our planet

for billions of years.

Professor Somasundaran is obsessed
with surfactants…

compounds that are the most
important part

of any cleaning agent.

They help break down, separate
and disperse fats and oils.

[…]
Used to clean up spills.

He was convinced that he could find
a surfactant made by nature

that would be kinder
to the environment.

So he started looking at microbes.

Заплахата от нови нефтени разливи
не е изчезнала.

Но когато се случи следващият,
науката може да разполага с решение.

Тук, в Ню Орлиънс, учените
са открили начин за справяне

със замърсяването, като използват
поведението на мънички организми,

невидими с просто око
и съществували на Земята

от милиарди години.

Проф. Сомасундаран се е посветил на
ПАВ, повърхностноактивните вещества,

съединения, които са
най-важният елемент

в почистващите препарати.

Те участват в раздробяването,
отделянето и премахването на мазнините,

и са важна съставка в дисперсантите,
използвани за почистване на разливи.

Ученият бил убеден, че може да открие
ПАВ, създадено от природата,

което ще пази околната среда по-добре.

Затова се съсредоточил върху микробите.

And that is done
using bio-surfactants.

They are produced by microbes.

So the question was can we use
these bio-surfactants

Is that essentially the advantage
of using these bio-surfactants,

that they are biodegradable?

Biodegradable and environmentally
compatible with the surroundings.

So Somasundaran and his team
started the search.

After hours and hours
looking down the microscope

they made a discovery.

One particular microbe
called Bacillus subtilis

did something very special.

It produced an incredibly
effective surfactant,

and kept them apart.

So inside all of these droplets
is oil?

Absolutely.

Exactly what’s needed
to break up an oil spill.

We were really surprised to discover
this shell that forms is so robust

so that it will prevent a merger
of droplets with each other

and so dispersion will be stable
for a long time

so the microbes can
do their job.

Вярвам, че Майката Природа е най-добра
в ползването на билогични ПАВ.

Те се произвеждат от микроби.

Въпросът беше може ли да ползваме
тези био-ПАВ, които щадят природата?

Всъщност това ли е предимството им,

че са биоразградими?

Биоразградими и съвместими със средата.

И тъй Сомасундаран и екипът му
започват търсенето.

След дълги часове
взиране през микроскопи

те правят откритие.

Един определен микроб,
наречен Bacillus subtilis,

върши нещо много специално.

Той произвежда изключително
ефективно ПАВ,

протеин, които оформя много здрава ципа
около капчиците нефт и ги изолира.

Значи в тези капчици има нефт?

Да.

Точно каквото е нужно,
за да се разгради нефтен разлив.

Бяхме много изненадани да открием,
че получената ципа е толкова здрава,

че не позволява на капчиците
да се сливат една с друга,

тоест дисперсията ще е стабилна
дълго време

и микробите ще могат
да си свършат работата.

Из четвърта серия: „Околна среда“. В английския транскрипт на места липсват фрази.

Целият сериал Brave New World with Stephen Hawking се съхранява в Колибката. Препоръчвам ви го.

Цялото…

Цялото

Прекалено дълго отбягва ме болката.
Прекалено много се вдигнах над нея.
И когато най-после дойде, народи
цял куп пре-преживяни неща.
(Прекалено-премного-Прекрасно…)

Тъй наситени, че стоя и трептя
– и, в очите ми, онова пак дете,
дето иска Луната да гушне
и лети с Еднорога
по меки пътеки,
и се смеят с гласа на Нощта,

дето не пише и не разказва,
а поглъща Света, със душа…

И мечтае да бъде помилвано,
а е помилвало цялата Нощ,
целия Свят,
цялото…
цялото…

The Role of Active Listening in Conflict Resolution

The Role of Active Listening in Conflict Resolution:
An Interpersonal Communication Perspective

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ABSTRACT

The purpose of active listening in conflict resolution is to gain and demonstrate understanding of the other, which will serve as a basis for reaching joint decisions and ultimately resolving a conflict. In order to succeed in this, active listening has to address common problems in oral interpersonal communication. This essay examines the ways in which the techniques of clarification, paraphrasing, summarizing, reflection and digging deal with communication pitfalls. It also draws our attention to the underlying need for awareness of our listening shortcomings.

 

Introduction

Even though active listening belongs as a concept to the field of interpersonal oral communication, it has turned into a prominent subject of studies only with the advent of conflict resolution. Conflict resolution has emerged as an area of general interest within the past thirty years, mainly as a consequence of the advancements in transport and technologies and the resulting opportunities for global political and economic interactions. Its rapid development has been fuelled by the growing awareness of the limitations of traditional negotiation (based on positional bargaining) and the search for more productive negotiating methods that will bring mutually satisfactory and long-lasting outcomes. Nowadays conflict resolution is applied across a wide range of situations, from ethnic conflicts on an international scale, such as the tension between Bosnians, Serbs and Croats in the wake of the 1995 war, to local disagreements, such as a clash between the management and the workers in a factory, to interpersonal conflicts, e.g. between roommates in a residence. The recognition of its effectiveness and versatility has drawn considerable attention to the techniques that constitute it. This essay examines active listening both as a technique of conflict resolution and in the light of the underlying interpersonal communication issues.

Thesis

Active listening has been widely recognized as the most important tool of conflict mediation and negotiation.[i] The key role of active listening is justified by its purpose: to generate a profound understanding of the other’s concerns and motives, which will provide the basis for exploring mutually acceptable solutions and eventually resolving the conflict. In order to achieve such understanding, active listening has to address the common problems in oral communication; here we shall examine the ways in which the techniques of clarification, paraphrasing, summarizing, reflection and digging seek to overcome communication obstacles. In addition to gaining understanding, active listening serves to demonstrate that we understand the other and thus builds mutual trust, which can be as important as the understanding itself for reaching a satisfactory outcome. Finally, the effectiveness of listening depends on our awareness of the listening shortcomings we have; and with the increase of awareness we can overcome the inner limitations that shape our perception of the world.

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Revisions: From “The Assassination”

Excerpt from “The Assassination”

by Johan Vladimir

 

Version 1 (December 2005) Version 4.5 (April 2012)
I averted my eyes toward the boy. While I was going up the cliff, I would have passed along without recognizing him. His wanton tresses were wrapped in a colourful turban. His cheeks were sunken and in his eyes the fire of madness was burning. His slender body was covered with a grubby cloak with an embroided crescent. They have told me that his name was already Iskender.

– Obey, Holy Father – his voice was trembling. – And ask Cheleby’s forgiveness…

– I’m obedient, holy prince! I’m obedient to one master and every day in my prayers I ask his forgiveness. Everything what is going to happen is of his will.

– They are going to kill you! They won’t be ashamed to kill you! And then why all that was? Why did we surrender the town? Why did we reconcile us to it? Wasn’t it you who wanted we to reconcile and to accept God’s will…

– To put up with the lot in store for you is one thing. To obey to an earthly master, however, is completely different. It’s a pity that I haven’t thought you to make difference between these two things. Get away! It’s a shame for me to look at you!

I turned my eyes to the boy. While I was going up the cliff, I had passed by without recognizing him. His wanton black tresses were wrapped in a colorful turban. His cheeks were sunken and in his eyes the fire of madness was burning. His slender body was wrapped in a grubby cloak with an embroidered crescent. They had told me his name was already Iskender1.

“Obey, Holy Father.” His voice was trembling. “And ask Çelebi’s forgiveness.”

“I obey, most noble prince! I obey to one master and every day I ask his forgiveness in my prayers. Everything that shall happen is of his will.”

“They are going to kill you! They won’t shy away from killing you! And then why was all that? Why did we surrender the city? Why did we resign ourselves? Wasn’t it you who wanted us to resign ourselves and accept God’s will?”

“To resign oneself to Divine Predestination is one thing. To obey an earthly master is another. It is a pity I have not been able to teach you to discern between the two, Alexander. Go away. To look at you, fills me with shame.”

For a second the air satiated with hot, heavy moisture. Behind the barely visible clouds in the black sky a burning chariot with two orange-red horses dashed straight down. From my place I couldn’t make out Ilia from among the flames, or his bow shooting the lightning bolts. The chariot together with the horses unloaded itself on the main dome of the Residence. The glass glared, broke and fell with thunder.

Rain started to pour.

From all over the hill flew dragons like a covey of scared swallows. They attacked the chariot in pairs or made a living shield above the residence. Ilia was infuriated. He whizzed, adroitly gliding through them and shot as without any target. I knew he couldn’t hold their resistance long. It seemed that his targets were not the dragons, but some land objects visible only to him. I was like spell bound. People flocked on the alley. The young couple was shouting and clapping.

In seconds, the air thickened, hot and heavy with moisture. From behind the clouds, barely visible in the black sky, dashed down a burning chariot with a pair of horses flaming in vermilion. From my place I could not make out Elijah among the flames, or his bow shooting the lightning bolts. The chariot, together with the horses, crashed into the main dome of the Residence. The glass flared up, broke and fell with thunder.

Rain rushed down.

From all over the hill, zmeys flew like a skein of scared swallows. They attacked the chariot in pairs or made a live shield above the residence. Elijah was furious. He whizzed, adroitly gliding among them and shooting without taking aim. I knew he could not resist their assault long. It seemed that his targets were not the zmeys, but some land objects visible only to him. I stood there, watching bewitched. People flocked on the alley. The young couple nearby was shouting and clapping.

I bent over the icon. I didn’t have to struggle to speak lower; my voice stumbled as I began:

“Holy… Holy one… Holy Great-Martyr George,” I leaned closer. I felt a strong pull, then the invisible grip relaxed. I raised a hand to my forehead to open the passage. Then moved it lower, towards my heart, to give him a direction. Next my fingers slid from the left shoulder to the right, to give him consistency. “Appear in the name of God!”

I stepped backwards jerkily because the moment he appeared, he leaped. It was not even a leap: more like a flight. He crossed the distance between me and Shar flying and cut the closest of her slumped heads with a lightning blow. I covered my ears involuntarily with the pages of the book as if I could drown the piercing scream of a child that echoed in my mind…

My guard in the chambers was reduced to two viteks now. One of them rushed forward and the other scream frantically at his transmitter.

There was nothing they could do to help her. Still Shar lifted her enormous body and lashed her tail at George throwing him about ten feet away. He fell and rolled but in a moment was back on his feet. He swung and drove his sword to the hilt into the stomach of the swooping vitek. Then drew it out to receive with it the next blow of the tail. Black blood burst.

I bent over the icon. I did not have to struggle to speak lower: my voice broke again and again as I began, “Holy… Holy one… Holy Martyr George.” I leaned closer. I felt a strong pull, and then the invisible grip relaxed. I raised a hand to my forehead to open the gateway. Then moved it lower, towards my heart, to give it a direction. Next my fingers swept from the right shoulder to the left, to give it consistency. “Appear, in the name of God!”

I staggered backwards, because the moment he appeared, he leaped. It was not even a leap, it was a flight. He almost flew the distance from me to Shar and with a swift blow of his sword chopped the nearest of her slumped heads. I unconsciously buried my ears between the pages of the book as if I could drown the piercing scream of a child that echoed in my mind.

My guard in the chambers was reduced to two vitteks now. One of them rushed forward and the other screamed frantically into his transmitter.

There was nothing they could do to help her. Still Shar lifted her enormous body and lashed her tail at George, hurling him some ten feet away. He collapsed and rolled, but in a moment he was back on his feet. He swung and drove his sword to the hilt into the stomach of the swooping vittek. Then he drew it out to parry the next sweep of the tail. Black blood burst out.

Original: „Атентатът“, Йоан Владимир, 2005
Translated from the Bulgarian and revised by Margarita Stoyancheva, Lora Petrova, Vladimir Poleganov, Kalin M. Nenov, and Richard Freeborn, 2005-2012
Published in Oceans of the Mind #18, 2012


1Iskender: Prince Alexander, son of Tsar Ivan Shishman, converted to Islam after the fall of the capital of Tarnovo in the spring of 1393.–author’s note