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はてなキーワード: HEARTとは
Suddenly, when I looked at my husband's schedule book on the desk, there was a picture of my child s tuck in it, and when I thought about it, there was something like a woman's name written on each mon th's page. So when I looked closely, I carefully wrote down the age and physical compatibility of the woman I m et on the page of the week, and I understood everything. Maybe it's been going on last year or a long time ago. I'm going to report to my friend that my child was born! There was also a note on the day of the drinking party that I sent out. I see. Now my heart feels numb and I don't feel like doing this right away, but what should I do in the fut ure? Ask right now, pretend you don't know yet, or leave it for the rest of your life. Or I'm not sure whether to treat him coldly thinking like this, or whether to be very kind and try t o create a sense of guilt. At home, he was a good dad who was active in housework and childcare due to his child's passions. I was glad that I was able to give birth to this child, but I feel like an idiot. I'm sorry and sorry that the girls my husband met were involved in the play of married people. Maybe he's hiding that he has a married child. I want to cut off only my lower body and throw it away.
ラジオで二人で作曲、歌詞はリスナーから募集するコーナーがあった
KANさんが「桜井くん！こんないいメロディ使っちゃっていいの！？もったいないよ」って言ってたの覚えてる
https://www.tiktok.com/@mc.0510.31/video/7173990812303314177
ミスチルがブレイクしてる時（Atomic Heart〜くらい）の作曲なんだよね
懐かしい
（追記:全7曲https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e63Al2pbPUE）
この時は元気だったのになぁ、2年くらい前か
アメリカでは今や成人の40%が肥満、それも100kg級や200kg級がゴロゴロいる(日本は先進国最低の4%)。
英語の動画やけど、字幕をオンにして「⚙(設定)」→「字幕」→「自動翻訳」→「日本語」にすればワイらガリガリのジャップでも安心やで。
USA's Obesity Epidemic: Heart Attack Grills, Fat Camps and Plus-Size Beauty Pageants | Documentary
米国の肥満の流行、デブ御用達の超高カロリーレストランHeart Attack Grills、ボディ・ポジティブ運動についてのドキュメンタリー。
This Women Weighs OVER 620 POUNDS! | America's Fattest City | Curious
コメント欄の「かつて500ポンド超の人を拝むにはサーカスに行かねばなりませんでした。こん日ではウォルマートに行くだけで済みます」がじわじわ来る。
ジャンクフードは如何にして覇権を握ったかというドキュメンタリー。
アルコール関連の疾患で死亡する確率はいまだに男性の方が高いが、最近は男女の差が縮まっていることが最新の研究で示されている。女性も男性と同じように酒を飲むようになったためだ。
2021年の米国政府による調査で、過去1カ月の間にアルコールを摂取したと回答したのは、男性で55％、女性で49％だった。また、米国の30代と40代の女性でアルコール摂取量が多くなっているという研究もある（編注：厚生労働省による最新（2019年）の国民健康・栄養調査によれば、「生活習慣病のリスクを高める量を飲酒している者の割合は、男性14.9％、女性9.1％」であり、2010年からの推移でみると「男性では有意な増減はなく、女性では有意に増加している」）。
一般的にアルコールは、麻薬ほど危険性がなく、女性のストレスを解消したり社会的抑圧を取り払ってくれるものと考えられていると、米マイアミ大学ミラー医学部で依存症精神医学を専門とするドゥルティ・パテル氏は言う。「合法で簡単に手に入りますし、それほどタブー視されていません。ですから女性も、飲酒に対してあまり抵抗感を持ちません」
シャルボニエさんも、そんな女性の一人だった。「友人たちと旅行に行くと、たまに朝8時からカクテルを飲んでいる人がいるでしょう。それが私でした」。酒を飲むと、夜遊びや旅行がより楽しくなる。新しい人と出会ったり、何の抵抗もなくダンスが踊れるようになる。
昨年シャルボニエさんは、体重を少し落とすために一時的に酒を断った。すると、猛烈にお酒が欲しくなり、不安感に襲われ、手が震えるなどの離脱症状が現れた。「ショックでした。その時まで、自分がアルコール依存症になっているなんて全く気づきませんでした」
飲酒の影響、男女の体質で違い
たとえわずかな量のワインやビール、カクテルであっても、アルコールは健康に害を及ぼす。一般的に1日1杯の赤ワインは体にいいと言われているが、世界心臓連合が発行する医学誌「Global Heart」に2022年7月に発表された論文は、どんな量であっても心臓病、脳卒中、動脈瘤のリスクが増加すると警告している。
また、2015年に医学誌「Drug and Alcohol Dependence」に発表された論文では、男性と同じ量のアルコールを摂取しても、女性の方が健康被害を受けやすいという結果が示された。
これは体の組成が違うためだと、専門家は指摘する。女性の方が同じ体重の男性よりも脂肪組織が多く、水分量が少ないため、血中アルコール濃度が高くなり、その状態が長く続くからだという。アルコールを代謝する酵素も、女性の方が少ない。また、ホルモンの変化もアルコールの分解速度に影響すると考えられている。
飲酒する女性は、男性よりもはるかに少ないアルコール量でも、より多くの健康問題を抱え込んでしまう。米国医師会の医学誌「JAMA Network Open」に2023年3月31日付けで発表された分析によると、女性の場合1日2杯に満たない飲酒でも、あらゆる原因による死亡リスクが高まるという。
https://natgeo.nikkeibp.co.jp/atcl/news/23/082400436/
次ページ：飲酒が原因の死亡率、男女差縮まる
ふむ
そういう女性は20～30代という印象だが、50代以上がアル中という人はあまり印象がないな
それとも隠れて飲んでるのだろうか？
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.
前編→https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20230613182451
土中に埋められたり海中に沈んでいたりする宝箱。天蓋が丸いがあれは宝箱の特徴ではなく、昔のトランク全ての特徴。
船や馬車で運ぶとき、トランクは室内ではなく馬車の上や甲板に置かれた。雨に塗れるので天蓋に水が溜まらないように丸く加工した。重ねる事を考えるようになったのは室内に入れる 鉄道旅行が流行してからで、その時天蓋は平たくなった。
ボンネットは車の部品の事ではなく、つばが無い帽子全般のこと。冬に被るニット帽もインディアンの羽根のやつもつばがなきゃ何でもボンネット。
最初期の車のエンジンフードは逆U字型の鉄板を上から被せる形式ですっぽりと「帽子を被せる」ものだった。google:image:Mercedes-Benz SSK engine
パソコンのHDDやメモリーを安く買える簡易梱包品と思われているが、大量注文の事である。対するリテールは小売りの事。
部品メーカーは末端消費者に部品を売らない。取引相手は法人だけであり、数か月先に100トレイ、総個数4000個などの単位でしか取引しない。単価も数量に応じて変化する。
一方PCユーザーはHDD増設等で部品単位で買いたいがメーカーを通すと猛烈な上乗せされ不要なサービスが付いてくる。修理増設の自由がない。
そこでオンラインや書類だけで取引してくれるオープンな海外メーカー相手にバルク（大量）注文して売り捌く問屋や小売店が現れた。
だがシーゲート社はこの流通経路で買った消費者も故障保証が受けられる国際ダイレクトRMAのサービスを始めた。バルク品の小売りが認められたのだ。
これに他社も追随するようになった。PCの世界では一般化しているが通常の流通から見たらかなり珍しい形式だ。
うぐいすパンとか山手線の色はうぐいす色、などの。抹茶色を差すが、抹茶色をしているのはメジロである。うぐいすは一般的な野鳥の茶色である。
最近のアパレル界では暗緑色を指すことが多いが、もともとチノパンの薄いベージュの色。軍服や作業服の乾いた土色を指していたが、軍服のオリーブドラブをも指すようになり混乱が始まった。
20年前のファッション誌には暗緑色をカーキという用法は無かったのだが、いつの間にか軍服関係の混乱が持ち込まれたようである。今ではアパレルでカーキと言えば殆どが緑系を指す。
GAPが昔「Gap - Khaki」ってキャンペーンをやってたよな、と思って検索してみると確かに1999年ではカーキは土色だった。
カーキの暗緑色化は世界的な現象のようだが、なぜこうなったのかは不明である。
ラブソングだと思って披露宴で謳ってしまう人がいるが、歌詞をよく見ろ。失恋の歌だ。歌ってはならぬ。
釵と書く。真ん中の棒が50cmくらいでつばにあたる部分が三つ又になってる武器だ。両手に片手持ちする。海外では忍者の武器と言ったらこれか苦無だ。
だがサイは琉球武術の武器だ。殺傷力も低い。本土の忍者が使う訳がないものだ。
この誤解の犯人はニンジャ・タートルズだ。これ以降の忍者ブームで誤解がブーストした。モタコンのミレーナもサイで相手バラバラにしたりしてるが、そんな事にはならない。
「あの娘にほの字」のような、何でも最後に「の字」「文字」を付ける姐さん言葉の一つでしゃくがしゃもじと言われていたが、独立した単語と認識されるに至った。
パープーパープーというちょっと間延びしたようなサイレン音が特徴的だが、これは元々はそういう音を狙って作ったのではない。
車のホーンは軽トラなど最低グレード以外は和音にするために高音と低音の電磁ホーンが二つ付いている。
この二つを交互に鳴らしていた。
タイプライターのリターンレバー操作時にチーンとなると思われているが、設定したマージンまであと5文字くらいで鳴る。
あとは単語の末尾か、5文字じゃ末尾が来ない長い単語の場合は分節でハイフネーションして改行せよというサイン。
タイプライターの音を入れるのが特徴的なルロイ・アンダーソンの曲「タイプライター」の演奏ではこういう理由でチーンの音を合わせるのが難しい。大抵は別のベルを用意してお茶を濁している。
エンダァは『ボディガード』主題歌、ホイットニー・ヒューストン『I Will Always Love You』であってタイタニックの主題歌はセリーヌ・ディオン『My Heart Will Go On」である。混同されやすい。
子供みたいな天使が笛を吹きながら降りてくるシーンが絵や映画などで見られる。愛の歌を奏でているような感じで。
しかし天使が笛吹いて降りてくるのは世界が終わって最後の審判が始まる時である。異教徒は全て地獄行きだ。笛も恐ろしい音のはずである。形からしてブブゼラやアメリカの機関車のようなけたたましい音だろう。
天使は中性/両性具有の青年か子供、上位天使は威厳のある青年の姿で描かれることがある。
しかしミカエルより上の上位天使は人の姿をしていない。もの凄い数の目玉がついた多数のリングに大量の翼が付いた姿、目玉に多数の翼が生えてその翼に目玉が大量についている姿、人や動物の顔が沢山ついた頭があり多数の翼があって高温で燃えている姿などだ。エゼキエル書にそう書かれている。
これはエゼキエルがキ印だった可能性が高いと言われているが神の国に入れなくなるのでこれ以上の評価はしない。
いずれにしても人の姿ではない。google:image:biblically accurate angels
おしゃれなボーカル入りアコースティック寄り電子音楽がシカゴ由来のハウスと呼ばれているが、シカゴのハウスはもっとハードなテクノ寄りの音だった。
ボーカルハウスはNYのパラダイスガラージ発のガラージュに由来する。だが今はガラージュというとダブステップの事を言うので、、
以上三つお届けした
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlwIDxCjL-8
誰も気付かない
彼の興味が賞金や 名声にないことには
答えを見つけ出す
そのためだけにカードを手にする
ハートが示しているのは この心とはちがう奇妙な形
キングを手の内に隠しているのかもしれない
心を隠し 男は答えを探し続ける
もしも好きだったと伝えたら 何かの間違いだと彼女は思うだろう
平気で嘘をつける人間ではないのに
語りたがる者ほど何も知らず やがてはその代償に気づく
どこにでも溢れている 不運を呪う者のように
恐れから生じた迷いに囚われる者のように
ハートが示しているのは この心とはちがう奇妙な形
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最初に歌詞を見たときに「ハートのエースが出てこない」みたいで、なんだかなあと思った記憶があったのだが、訳すと結局はそんな感じになってしまう困った歌詞。
スティング本人によると「ラブソングではなく」孤高のギャンブラーを描きたかった、とはっきり言っているので、これ以上膨らませるのも難しい。
しかし、サビの部分や「彼女に愛していると伝えたら～」のくだりで、急に三人称から一人称に変わって主人公視点になるのと、美しいギターの音色とで、普通はラブソングにしたくなるよなー。
実際その方がおさまりもよさそう。
個人的には、「神聖な幾何学」「可能性に隠された法則」とかむずかしげなことを言いながら、トランプの絵柄の話ばかりしてる主人公はいったい何なんだという気持ちになった。
麻雀でいえば、「索子は竹、筒子はお金、でもこの風牌は俺の風じゃない…」とずっとブツブツ言ってるみたいな。
なんだそいつ。
スペード、クラブ、ダイヤ、Jack、Queen、Kingは歌詞に出てくるのに「ハート the hearts」と「ace」は直接出てこないので、
やっぱり、ハートのエースが出てこないんだろうな
