Okay, something a bit more cheerful today.
A city I have had the pleasure of visiting twice and will be revisiting again this spring, so in anticipation of that I wrote this.
I belong to that generation when the Internet became readily accessible as I entered the second half of my teen years, but it had not been around so long that my parents were wary about the people I talked to online, thus I was able to make a lot of friends online. And many of them are Americans. Having friends from different countries and cultures usually means some clashing, even if it’s another western nation like the US, from the sort of sitcoms we grew up with, to brands of sugary fuel we consumed and the way we were brought up. One of those areas where I just didn’t seem to “get it” was the general attitude I noticed about the seasons and summers.
And the last batch of haiku for now.
Hey, have some more old culture stuff from my country, relating to spring.
Lets muse a bit on my culture, yes?
Now that I have joined the vast community of creative individuals that work and practice in the world today I can’t help but take a closer look at it, pick out the slight differences that exist in what we produce and what gets readily consumed by the public. The arts, which is what I like to call everything that we all produce, whether it is traditional art, comics, literature, music, more cinematic endeavors or something else altogether all have different penetrating power and different appeal. What is the most common form of culture that we serve up to the masses? And what does that say about us as a creative community and society at large?