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はてなキーワード: AMとは
https://search.yahoo.co.jp/realtime/search?p=%E6%9A%87%E7%A9%BA%E8%8C%9C&fr=top_ga1_sa&ei=UTF-8
に暇空氏ネガティブな記事URLを延々とXでつぶやいてる複数のBot（名前が英字のみ、投稿文言が同じ、アイコンが怪しいタッチで統一感ある絵、恐らく買えるアカウントだろうと推測）が出てくる。
ポスト数グラフを7日間にしてみると、この投稿Botが10/16 15:00を境に暴れだしてるのが見える。
こういうことしてっから暇空氏の方が正しそうだって見えちゃうことに早く気が付かんかねぇ。
そう。here と同じような副詞としての用法で I'm home 「ただいま」と言ったのに、home をわざと house の意味で解釈して I'm home を I am a house「私は家だ」と（無理やり）解釈して、Hi! home 「やあ、家さん」と返したという、小学校低学年が喜びそうなやつねw
あ、でもよく考えたら、home に a がついてないから、I'm home を I'm a house の意味で取るのは厳密には無理だわ。これ、もっと正確に言うと、 I'm home 「ただいま」と言ったのを I'm Home 「私はホーム（という名前）です」と取って Hi, Home 「やあ、ホームさん」と返したと考えると a が無いところまで辻褄が合うわ。 （まあ、そんな細かいことはこの際どーでもええんやけどw）
遂に捕まえたぞ
母との協議の末ネズミの糞が落ちている場所、食器棚の上にネズミの水分や油分を吸い取らせるための新聞紙を敷いた上に折り畳み粘着シートを5枚
シートの真ん中にネズミ誘引剤を置いたものを間に挟むように置いた
[誘引剤なし][あり][なし][あり][なし]
という形だ
前後に粘着シート、シートに手を付きパニクった瞬間DEADEND
な～んてそんなにあっさりいくわけないだろうと思いながら設置から3日
どうせおらんやろ
出たね、ヌァッて声が、AM三時に
捕まってたわ
三時に惨事
フフッ
鼠の命にいささかの憐憫を覚えつつ手を合わせ南無
にしても案外あっさり捕まったな
もうちょっとかかるかと思ってたが
我が家は定期的にネズミが出るため業務用粘着シートのお世話になることだろう
オススメです
話題の、 マンションの理事会役員をやっているのだけど について
築30年代のマンションの理事長の経験があり、不動産管理（その中でもAMという分野、大家代行みたいな感じ）の仕事もしている増田です。
多くの管理会社は、細かい修繕の工事費から上前を撥ねることが重要な収入源になっています。
もちろん、修繕工事にあたっては、業者の選定、管理、告知、立ち合い、検査などの付随業務があるので、多少のフィーを取るというのは理解できますが、それにしても平気でぼったくってきます。
なので、基本、管理会社の見積は取るとしても、一定の額を超えるものについては相みつを取るようにしましょう。
とはいえ、どこの業者に相みつを取ったらいいのか、付随業務をどうしたらいいのかといった課題があります。
月額数万かかりますが、それを超える働きは期待できると思います。
管理組合員（区分所有者）のクレームなど、クソみたいなことで悩んでいるのであれば、最終手段として「第三者管理方式」というのがあります。
通常、多くの区分所有のマンションでは、区分所有者から選任された理事長が業務執行をしますが、これを第三者の専門家にフィーを払ってやらせるものになります。
これは、やり方がいくつかあるので、マンション管理士などの専門家に相談することが良いでしょう。
また、前述のとおり、管理会社は工事発注において利益相反になるので、管理会社に第三者管理をやらせるのはおススメしません。
と言っても、実際どうしたらいいのかというのは、現状の管理状況などいろいろ個別の情報を開示して専門家と相談しなければわからないと思います。
そこで、多くの自治体で、マンション管理士による相談会を開催しています。地元の自治体のホームページなどで調べてください。
ギター始めた人が引っかかるというFのコード。これが押さえられずにギターを押し入れにしまったままにする人が少なくないと言う…。
Fのコードは人差し指一本で1〜6弦までを押さえないといけないのだけど、握力とか指の腹のプニプニとか関節の柔らかさとかでうまくいかない、というパターンが多いとみられる。しかも普通のポップスで頻出のコードなのでアリアハンの橋を渡ったらいきなりカンダタが出てくるような感じだろうか。例えば確かゆずの夏色はいきなり（３カポで）C→F→Am→G だったと思う。罪深いコード進行だ。
ギターを始めるとまずコード（和音）を覚えないといけない！という風潮はあって、確かに覚えた方が間違いなくいいのだけど、ロックギターをするにあたっては必ずしもいわゆる基本コードをしっかりと指で押さえる必要はなかったりする。基本コードというとすごい語弊がありそうなのだけど、「コードの押さえ方」とかで検索すると出てくる、１〜６弦をがっつり利用した一般的なギターコード。
この一般的なギターコードとは異なる、「パワーコード」と呼ばれるコードが存在する。多くのギターロックで使用されるのがこのパワーコードで、極端な話ひとつの押さえ方のまま手の形を変えずにスライドさせるだけで一曲まるまる完走できたりもする。
パワーコードはざっくり6弦〜3弦のうち2,3弦だけを押さえて鳴らすコードで、メジャー／マイナーの区別も特にないのがポイント。エレキギターの生音だとピンとこないかもしれないけど、アンプからちょっと歪ませて音を出せば「あ！ギターっぽい音！」とわかるはず。
Fのパワーコード（のうちひとつ）は6弦1フレ／5弦3フレ／4弦3フレット押さえで、1・２・３弦はミュートになる。ミュートというから6〜4弦のみを狙ってピッキングするのかというとそうではなくて、6弦1フレを押さえる人差し指の腹を1〜3弦に軽くタッチさせるだけで弦が鳴らなくなるのでミュートになる。あのとき挫折したFのなり損ないがミュートとなって逆に役に立つと言うわけ。この指の形をそのままスライドさせていけばF#、G、G#、Aとそれぞれのパワーコードが成立していく。これが6〜4弦のパワーコード。
5弦〜3弦を使ったパワーコードも同じ手の形でよき。今度は6弦がお留守になってしまうので、6弦をミュートするのだけどここでも人差し指が活躍する。５弦を押さえた指の先が6弦に軽く触れるだけでOK。ミュートの感覚はいつの間にか身に付くので、少々押さえがうまくいってなくてもアンプにつないでガンガン練習すべし。
適当にスライドさせているとなんか「小さな恋のうた」のサビっぽいことになっている事態が発生する。その瞬間お前は伝説のバンド「金魚草」を軽く超越していると言えるだろう。ちなみにこの時点でNirvanaの「Smells like〜」が弾けることになる。おめでとう。
押さえ方はパワーコードのまま、今度はピックを持った手のひらの小指側の側面をギターのブリッジに軽く乗せた状態でピッキングする。最初はの手の位置の塩梅が分からないと思うが、色々試していると「あ！ギターっぽい音！」となるはずだ。これがブリッジミュート。そのままアンプのゲインとBASSを上げて行くと悪魔が召喚できそうな気がしてこないだろうか。
ここまで来ればお分かりだと思うが、厳密な「コードの押さえ方」を覚えてなくてもパワーコードひとつの押さえ方でなんとなく曲が演奏できてしまうのである。
増田が過去コピーした中でギター初心者にダントツおすすめなのがアジカンだ。特に初期の「崩壊アンプリファー」「君繋ファイブエム」はめっちゃギターが弾きやすい上にパターンの応用が効くので一曲弾けるようになったら冗談抜きで３曲くらいは自動的に弾けるようになる。パワーコード主体のリズムギターはVo後藤氏のパートだけど、リードギターの方で弾きたいフレーズがあれば浮気もしながら一曲通してなんとなく弾けるようになってみよう。
ボッチザロックの影響で聴き始めた人もいるかもしれないので、初期の曲で気になったものがあったらぜひトライしてみてはどうだろうか。
・比較的ローテンポながらタテのリズムがめちゃくちゃ強くてリズムがとりやすい。
・ベースも練習にいいフレーズだと思う（後藤パートの応用がきく）
・同じノリで弾ける曲が多数存在する
こうやってコピーしていく中でパターンのようなものをなんとなく見つけられるようになると他のバンドをコピーしようとなったときも応用が効いたりするので、色々なバンドの色々な曲をつまみ食いするよりはまずひとつのバンドを集中してコピーしてみる、てのはいいと思う。
これは英語における「未来形」の使い方に関する質問ですね。英語には未来を表すためのさまざまな形がありますが、それぞれ微妙にニュアンスが異なります。以下にそれぞれの形を説明します。
1. 現在形: 「I arrive at Tokyo Station.」など。一般的には現在を表す形ですが、スケジュールやタイムテーブル（例えば電車の時刻表など）に基づく未来の出来事を表す場合にも使われます。
2. be going to do: 「I am going to arrive at Tokyo Station.」など。これは近い未来を表す形で、主に話し手がすでに計画や意図を持っていることを表します。
3. will: 「I will arrive at Tokyo Station.」など。これは一般的な未来を表す形で、話し手の意図や計画に関係なく、事実としての未来を述べる場合によく使われます。
それぞれの車内アナウンスについて考えてみましょう。
1. 「We will soon be arriving at Tokyo station.」: これは「まもなく東京駅に到着します」という意味です。ここで「will」が使われているのは、到着が事実として近い未来に起こることを述べているからです。また、「arriving」は進行形になっており、現在から未来にかけて進行中の行動を表しています。これは、電車がまさに到着しつつあることを強調するための表現です。
2. 「Next station is Yotsuya, doors on the right side will open.」: これは「次は四ツ谷駅です、右側のドアが開きます」という意味です。ここでも「will」が使われているのは、ドアが開くのが事実としての未来の出来事だからです。
このように、車内アナウンスでは「will」がよく使われます。これは、電車の運行やドアの開閉など、予定された未来の事実を述べるのに適した形だからです。また、車内アナウンスは多くの人に聞かれるため、最も一般的でわかりやすい形を使うことが重要です。
be going toではない理由は?
"be going to"形は通常、話し手がすでに計画している未来の行動について話すときや、現在の証拠に基づいて予想される未来の出来事について話すときに使用されます。
たとえば、あなたが友人とランチに行く計画を立てている場合、「I am going to have lunch with a friend」と言うことができます。あるいは、空が暗くなってきて雨が降りそうな場合、「It's going to rain」と言うことができます。
しかし、電車の車内アナウンスのような場合には、「be going to」形を使うと、それが話し手（この場合、運転手または自動アナウンスシステム）の個人的な計画や予想に基づいていると誤解される可能性があります。
一方、「will」を使うと、それが事実として予定されている未来の出来事であることがはっきりと伝わります。これは、電車が特定の駅に到着する、またはドアが開くといった、計画されたスケジュールに従う行動を表すのに適しています。
したがって、車内アナウンスでは「be going to」よりも「will」を使う方が、情報が正確で公式なものであることを強調し、誤解を防ぐのに効果的です。
In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.
I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.
I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.
However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.
I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.
Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.
In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.
Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.
I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.
I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.
My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.
There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.
My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.
My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.
A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.
I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.
I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.
Now I think I understand a little.
Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.
Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.
It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.
In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.
My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.
I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.
Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.
The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.
Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell anyone about it.
Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.
But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.
I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.
I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
すまん。勝手に翻訳した。拡散はどうするかな。redditとかに投稿するのがいいのか?
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I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.
Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him anymore.
I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.
Now I think I can understand a little.
The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell anyone about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.
