01-25-2004, 11:23 PM
No, culture can have it's finer points, aside from race even.
Look at hacker culture. Or the various sports cultures. Pop culture.
And ethnic culture has it's place. It's because we have ethnic culture that we have special gumbo recipies passed on from one generation to next. As to the other side of the coin, this can be bad, as things like lutefisk also get passed from one generation to the next. (Lovers of lutefisk, please have mercy and do not flame me, and, for the love of God, don't breathe on me! I am armed with curiously strong Altoids, and I know how to use them.)
Culture is history. It tells us how we got where we are, and, if we study it, might tell us where we are going. Culture is music and art and all those things enlightened society cherishes. It's poetry.
With such an awful blanket statement obviously intended to be trollish, I will ask nicely, all things considered, still think culture is a joke? Or, Ghostiger, will you continue to try and fish for a good flaming? I am curious to what you might have to say.
Look at hacker culture. Or the various sports cultures. Pop culture.
And ethnic culture has it's place. It's because we have ethnic culture that we have special gumbo recipies passed on from one generation to next. As to the other side of the coin, this can be bad, as things like lutefisk also get passed from one generation to the next. (Lovers of lutefisk, please have mercy and do not flame me, and, for the love of God, don't breathe on me! I am armed with curiously strong Altoids, and I know how to use them.)
Culture is history. It tells us how we got where we are, and, if we study it, might tell us where we are going. Culture is music and art and all those things enlightened society cherishes. It's poetry.
With such an awful blanket statement obviously intended to be trollish, I will ask nicely, all things considered, still think culture is a joke? Or, Ghostiger, will you continue to try and fish for a good flaming? I am curious to what you might have to say.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."