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Post time 2007-5-17 01:34:40 |Display all floors
hey, everyone!
i have a special friend who's american. so can u tell me something abt american culture if u don't mind.
thanks a million....

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Post time 2007-5-17 01:52:55 |Display all floors
I am german, but have lived in the USA now for 26 years (soon to be moving to china I hope).
The american culture is diverse, as it has so many nationalities, religions that combine it. What in particular where you looking for.
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Post time 2007-5-17 04:20:48 |Display all floors

American Culture

American culture is diverse. You can break it up into regions and the regions into sub regions. The northeast is pretty diverse. The south is different than the north. More rednecks in the south but the south is very old and has a rich tradition with music and literature. The midwest is dominated by Chicago. The west coast has a tradition of being liberal and it is. I hope that is some help.

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Post time 2007-5-17 05:08:09 |Display all floors
the first thing I noticed was the size of their breakfast OMG it's huge , no wonder there are so many obese people living there :) breakfast is like a three course meal :) when you visit America take extra large clothes with you as they will be tight when you return :)
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Post time 2007-5-17 05:53:39 |Display all floors

this song sums it all...

*not only apple pie, baseball & american flag...but good o'l rock n' roll as follows by don mclean

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step.

I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that youre in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satans spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where Id heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldnt play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

They were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.

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Post time 2007-5-17 07:03:49 |Display all floors
The American culture is the shifting sand and the changing wind and the floating cloud

America is a huge mixed pot of nationalities. Especially in the big metropolitan areas, like New York City(NYC), LA, Chicago, San Francisco Bay Area … While you are  walking through a street to another, as if crossing the border from one country to another, for example, wandering from little Italy to Chinatown, from Muslims shops to Korean booths, from Latino square to Japan town.

There are more one hundred languages are spoken in Manhattan alone, the heart of NYC, The longest street in San Francisco Bay Area is called El Camino Real (in Spanish for The Royal Road), million of Miami residents from Cuba, a half million Iranian in LA area … and Chinese everywhere …

Except, the small town and rural areas are pure and homogeneous, although the majority of the population in one small town are Irish, another may be German, and another Polish, and another Italian …

Just making a few sketches, it takes time to paint a colorful one. Hope it help

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Post time 2007-5-17 07:39:33 |Display all floors
The Don Mclean song's an oldie, but still so good.  I love it... Reminiscent of the "good old days".

Anyway, I'm an American so I can probably answer some questions.  Like one of the previous posts said, it's pretty diverse from region to region and even generation to generation.  But I'll do my best.  What would you like to know?

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