Friday, August 29, 2008

Hey, a poll here! Don't hesitate, but participate!

By the way, МОЖЕ ДА СЕ ПОПЪЛВА И НА БЪЛГАРСКИ!

Sunday, August 3, 2008

A Poll

The Internet and audiovisual media influence is unprecedented in modern culture. Communication environment becomes a habitat where the Electronic Culture human builds his/her own self-concept, his/her image of himself/herself, his/her environment mental pictures and his interactions in a whole new way. Reality becomes less and less represented and imitated in the Information Society. It gets more and more simultaneously built but not as something that occurs alongside the human but around him. After being side viewer for a long time now the individual becomes a participant in the media and cyber space.

A unique feature of the Internet is that it depends on the user – the individual could control the information he gives about himself/herself, he/she could manipulate his/her own identity, he/she could build and maintain his/her own computer based person – a Virtual Self. As far as one possesses specific characteristics that are different from the Everyday's one and being compared to virtual environment, the Virtual Self transforms from being a metaphor to becoming reality.

Just compare your everyday to your virtual identity; are they different in the characteristics of the image you maintain in the physical reality and the one you build in the Internet?

Saturday, August 2, 2008

It's 2 a.m. and I feel like I have to share a poem I translated some time ago. It's Nikola Vaptsarov's

Valediction
To my wife

Sometimes I'll be your night dream
And your unwanted company,
Don't leave me out there waiting
and leave the door unbolted.

I'll enter slowly and a quiet gaze
Will soothe your gentle shoulders
And when I get enough of you a kiss will haze
my footsteps on the threshold...


Here's the original (in Bulgarian)

Прощално
На жена ми

Понякога ще идвам във съня ти
като нечакан и неискан гостенин.
Не ме оставяй ти отвън на пътя –
вратите не залоствай.

Ще влезна тихо. Кротко ще приседна,
ще вперя поглед в мрака да те видя.
Когато се наситя да те гледам –
ще те целуна и ще си отида.