Quotes About Culture

Most of these displaced Acadians traveled south to the vicinity of New Orleans and would later be known as Cajuns.

what really led to the conquest of the Americas was not military might or a superior culture. The largest single factor in the destruction of the native populations in the Americas was the introduction of epidemic diseases to which the natives had no natural immunity.

Israelis are a mix of North African, Levantine, and Eastern European, which inflames the politics but does amazing things for the women.

The UN Human Rights office was once the Soviet Cultural Center, but few Cambodians ever went in there. They were too afraid of the Soviets to want to learn about their culture.

Opera, next to Gothic architecture, is one of the strangest inventions of Western man. It could not have been foreseen by any logical process.

Take the tech blog Boing Boing, for instance. They're one of the most visible blogs on the web, but they create very little original content. Rather they act as a filter for the morass of information, pulling up the best stuff. The fact of Boing Boing linking to something far outweighs the thing they're linking to. The culture of citation and name-checking on the web has resulted in a cascade of "re-" gestures: retweeting, reblogging, regramming, and reposting

In Flusserian terms, it doesn't really matter what we tweet (content); it just matters that we keep tweeting (apparatus). For Flusser, the content of any medium is always the series of apparatuses that produced it.

we do not know how to survive without other people to care for us and to teach us. Therefore, humans must discover ways of effectively interacting both with their environment and with each other. They must learn how to construct the knowledge, including rules of living, that will enable them to survive. This knowledge, the manner in which it is presented (in the family, in the neighborhood, in literature, art, school lessons, etc.), and the meaning it has for us is called culture.

o fato de um relato parecer ser "exato" ou não é algo que irá depender de uma tradição da comunidade (...) "falar a verdade" é falar de uma forma que confirme a tradição de uma determinada comunidade.

As goes the family, so goes the faith; as goes the faith, so goes the culture.

That a society controls, to a greater or lesser extent, the behavior of its members is a universal but the methods, the particulars of that control, vary from one culture to another.

I had no idea there'd be so many Sherpas aboard!" exclaimed Miss Simpkins. "I'm not a Sherpa," Nadira said. "I'm a gypsy. " "Oh, my goodness!" said the chaperone.

I could not help staring back, for they made quite a contrast: Kate's pale skin and elegant purple suit, Nadira's dusky skin and exotic fiery sari. "Do we clash?" Nadira said dryly. "We certainly do," said Kate. "Would you like me to move?" "Don't trouble yourself.

I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.

Japanese poetry does what poetry does everywhere: it intensifies and exalts experience.

I do explicitly see Jewish people as a people - not either a religion or an ethnicity but a people.

For no matter what our religion, culture, or belief is, we always have a common reference point: the Self, who is the ultimate observer. The Self is the Way!

Death is treated like a taboo in our culture, and all medical efforts are directed toward fighting this law of nature. But perhaps there is a beautiful side of death. [...] Perhaps death is God's wabi-sabi.

Mystery, awe, wonder, intuition, and miracles occur naturally in everyday life. The fact that Western culture has not yet figured out how to measure them is irrelevant.

Ultimately the most profound problems with psychotherapy have always been that instead of possessing any contrarian or transcendent values to enable it to produce insights countervailing against our dysfunctional and incoherent and humanly destructive culture, its "therapists" have been virtually all shills or agents for this culture, trying to accommodate their patients to a fundamentally unhealthy and insane way of life.

It is Ireland's sacred duty to send over, every few years, a playwright to save the English theater from inarticulate glumness.

Coming to New York from the muted mistiness of London, as I regularly do, is like travelling from a monochrome antique shop to a technicolor bazaar.

THE YEAR WAS 1988. I had taken a job helping young people on the Red Lake Ojibwe Reservation in northern Minnesota to collect the memories of the tribal elders. It was a wonderful job, and tremendously rewarding. As well as working with young people, I had the good fortune to meet and share time with the elders. I sat at their tables, heard their stories, shared their laughter, and felt their sadness. It was a profoundly human time, and I valued it more than I can express.

The white man who is our agent is so stingy that he carries a linen rag in his pocket into which to blow his nose, for fear he might blow away something of value. — Piapot