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"Hindus, Sikhs, Muslims, they are like the three strands of her hair, a strong rope against the British, but seperate nevertheless."
-a quote from What the Body Remembers by Shauna Singh Baldwin.
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Well, this community has been unactive for quite some time so I thought I'd post an update. Just to let everyone know,  a while ago I made a new journal and have been using that one as my main journal. So my posts will be coming from the
project_memes journal from now on.

I was wondering if anyone out there has any suggestions for keeping this community more active. This community is a place to post quotes related to culture, but they don't have to just come from academic or non-fiction books. If anyone has quotes from tv shows, music, or movies this is okay too. Also, I would like to open it up to include quotes from non-American resources that you love. This means that quotes wouldn't have to be about culture, they can just be FROM another culture. What does every one think? Any other suggestions, comments, or concerns?

Another thing I may change is the community layout since the current layout doesn't fit our community very well and there are some great new styles to choose from. Also, I would like to start promoting the community again to get more members.

Your mod,
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We seem to believe that people generally act on knowledge-that they use this knowledge to calculate, and having calculated, act. The fact of the matter is that they very often are called upon to act before they can know (1980:174).

F. Cancian (qtd. in Emma Crewe and Elizabeth Harrison - Whose Development? p. 37)

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Just as it can be argued that a tree falling in a forest makes no sound unless an ear is present to register it, the Americas are in some sense thought to have become part of the world only when Europe discovered them; it is in the context of this particular logic that our globe can be conceptually divided into "the New World" and "the Old World." Similarly, there is a line of reasoning by which objects of Primitive craftsmanship do not constitute art until Western connoisseurship establishes their aesthetic merit.
-p.68; Sally Price - Primitive Art in Civilized Places
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I'll break open the story and tell you what is there. Then, like the others that have fallen out onto the sand, I will finish with it, and the wind will take it away.
-Nisa (Nisa: The Life and Words of an !Kung Woman; Marjarie Shostak)
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"From time to time in the history of human intelligence, men, learned men at that, have delighted to tease themselves with insoluble riddles from 'what song the Sirens sang' to the number of angels who could dance upon a needle, from the grand elixir for transmuting base metals to gold to the secret of perpetual youth, from the pyramids of Egypt and the lost tribes of Israel to the Atlantis of Plato.

"In all these fields the learned enthusiast and the scientific amateur are commonly found. For them the search is all, the overtones, the implications, the whole cosmology which develops around these enquiries are so vast (and often so cloudy) that the solution would be an anticlimax, even a sort of bathos. For them the journey is all, the destination is impossible, almost by definition, of achievement; for them it is far better hopefully to travel than actually to arrive."

A. G. Galanopoulos and Edward Bacon, Atlantis: The truth behind the legend c. 1969 Thomas Nelson and Sons Ltd.
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I sometimes feel a certain nostalgia for the lost paradise of anthropology, when it was possible to distinguish twitches from winks, and real winks from burlesqued ones (Geertz 1773:16). How cheering it would be if there really did exist some transcendent epistemological realm, beyond all ambiguity, from the security of which one could contemplate other cultures, one's own culture, and one's own practice, and say, "Yes, this was a twitch and that was a wink; this wink was real and that one was mimicked."
-Jim Wafer, The Taste of Blood: Spirit Possession in Brazillian Candomble (1991: 117)
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This caught my attention when I was reading this book a couple days ago:

If the typical child is mildly to moderately malnourished, then that becomes the standard. That's "just how children look," not a problem to be fixed. Even I was affected by the constant stream of underweight children. After months in the field they began to look normal, and only severly malnourished children caught my immediate, conscious attention. Normal is what you're used to.

-Katherine A. Dettwyler; Dancing Skeletons: Life and Death in West Africa, Pp. 104

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Margaret Mead Quotes are inevitable on an anthropology quotes anything...

Here are my favourite:

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has."

"As the traveler who has once been from home is wiser than he who has never left his own doorstep, so a knowledge of one other culture should sharpen our ability to scrutinize more steadily, to appreciate lovingly, our own"

"It may be necessary temporarily to accept a lesser evil, but one must never label a necessary evil as good."

"Anthropology demands the open-mindedness with which one must look and listen, record in astonishment and wonder that which one would not have been able to guess."

"In the modern world we have invented ways of speeding up invention, and people's lives change so fast that a person is born into one kind of world, grows up in another, and by the time his children are growing up, lives in still a different world"
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Mohan commented:
"Of course we worship power. There has been power since the beginning. If the gods and goddesses had no power, then who would worship them? Why do people go to Jaykyan [a local god]? He has some power from Shivaji. That is why you and I accept him."
In Karimpur, the gods are powerful and thus are worshipped, as are wealthy human beings, and must be greeted respectfully. Power in forms other than money is also respected, and ultimately worshipped.

Susan S. Wadly, Struggling with Destiny in Karimpur, 1925-1984, Pp. 93

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