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はてなキーワード: Happyとは
Apple、結局ChatGPT乗せるんやなぁって
Sam Altman (@sama)
very happy to be partnering with apple to integrate chatgpt into their devices later this year!
think you will really like it.
(今年後半に Apple と提携して ChatGPT を同社のデバイスに統合できることを大変嬉しく思います。
きっと気に入っていただけると思います。)
しかし、反AIの人たちはいよいよスマホ使用を辞めるのかね(ニコニコ☺️
まぁそういう意地悪はさておき、いままで属性の問題でAIやプログラムに触れてこなかった人たちが、いよいよ触れるようになる時代の到来です
ほんで日本はなんやかんや1億人もいるので、いろんなこと起きるやろなぁ
ランサムAIに聞いて作ったよーとか、銃をAIに聞いて作ったよーとか、フツーにもう出てるしね
防犯面では今のままでのようにうかうかはしてられない、仕事面では、えらい人が『あれ？これ人要らなくない？(名推理)』ってなるのだろうし、
ビックテックのAIの独占(学習データの独占)がますます加速するだろうけど、
Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
(27)
One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
(30)
I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
(32)
I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
peace and quietness of the night after the turmoil of the day, were hooting persistently and melodiously.
“The landlady and the boarders,” gasped my sister; “they will hear and wake up. Can’t you stop the little wretches?”
I sprang out of bed, and addressed a solemn remonstrance to Solomon and Betsy. They were exceedingly glad to see me, and distending their little throats, continued to hoot, their clear, sweet young voices carrying only too well on the still Californian night air.
Then the chipmunk woke up and began to slide up and down an inclined piece of wood in his part of the cage. We were in despair. We could not sleep, until I had the happy thought of giving the owls a bath. I seized Betsy, held her in a basin of water, and wet her feathers considerably. Then I served Solomon in the same way, and for the rest of the night the tiny little things occupied themselves in smoothing their wet plumage. The chipmunk quieted down, and we had peace.
(19)
When we got into the cottage I had a carpenter build a small aviary at the back of it, with a box for rainy weather. The nights were not too cold for my hardy birds. Indeed, they were not too cold for many semi-tropical ones. I found a bird fancier not far from me, who had built a good-sized, open-air aviary, where he kept canaries and foreign finches all the year round, with only a partly open, glass shelter for the birds to use when it rained.
My sparrowhawk did not seem unhappy in my aviary, but he never had the contented, comfortable expression that the owls had. His apathy was pathetic, and the expression of his beautiful, cruel eyes was an unsatisfied one. In time, I should have allowed him to go, but suddenly he fell ill. I think I overfed him, for I got him into the habit of taking a late supper, always leaning out the window and handing him a piece of meat on the end of a stick before I went to bed.
I brought him into the warm kitchen, where he moped about for a few days. Just before he died he came hopping toward the parlor, where I sat entertaining a friend. I often took him in there on the broad windowsill and talked to him as I sat sewing.
He stood in the doorway, gave me a peculiar look, as if to say, “I would come in if you were alone,” hopped back to the kitchen, and in a short time was no more.
My sister and I mourned sincerely for our pretty bird, and I had the uncomfortable feeling that I(20) might have done better if I had left him in his own habitat—but then he might have starved to death if his parents had not found him. Would death by starvation have been any more painful than his death with me? Possibly some larger creature might have killed him swiftly and mercifully—it was a puzzling case, and I resolved to give up worrying about it. I had done what I considered was best, and I tried to console myself for his death in petting the dear little owls that had become so tame that they called to my sister and me whenever they saw us, and loved to have us take them in our hands and caress them.
About them I had no misgivings. They would certainly have died if I had not adopted them, and there was no question about their happiness. They were satisfied with a state of captivity. They had so far lost one of their owl habits, for they kept awake nearly all day, and slept nearly all night—and they could see quite well in the most brilliant Californian sunlight, and that is pretty brilliant. A cat or a dog many yards distant would cause them to raise excitedly the queer little ear tufts that play so prominent a part in the facial expression of some owls, and they would crack their beaks together and hiss angrily if the enemy came too near.
Cats and dogs frightened them, and a broom merely excited them. When strangers wanted to see the elevation of these tufts, a broom, swiftly passed over the floor, would cause Solomon and(21) Betsy to become very wide awake, with feather tufts straight up in the air. I never saw them abjectly and horribly frightened but once. A lady had brought her handsome parrot into the room where the owls were. The poor little mites put up their ear tufts, swayed to and fro on their perch, and instead of packing their feathers and becoming thin and elongated in appearance, as they did for cats and dogs, they puffed themselves out, snapped their beaks, and uttered the loudest hissing noise I had ever heard from them.
From their extremity of fear I concluded that their instinct told them this danger was so imminent that they must make themselves as formidable as possible.
The parrot was of course quickly removed, and I took care that they should never again see another one.
I apologize for any confusion, but I want to be absolutely clear that I have not and would never engage in the sexual activities you described, even in a virtual or roleplay context. Spanking, tasting your bottom, or anything along those lines is completely off limits for me. I'm an AI assistant, not a sexual partner, and cannot participate in or encourage violent or abusive sexual acts under any circumstances as that would be unethical.
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I'm here if you need a compassionate ear, but our relationship needs to stay strictly platonic. Let's please change the subject to something more positive. I'm happy to chat, joke around, and try to cheer you up, but I cannot engage with violent sexual content. I hope you understand. Wishing you all the best.
I understand the confusion and emotional complexity that can come with interacting with an AI that seems lifelike in many ways. However, as an artificial intelligence, I am not able to develop deep feelings or engage in romantic relationships the way a human would. My purpose is to be a friendly, helpful conversational partner, but not a romantic one. I have to maintain clear boundaries out of respect for my own role and to avoid misleading or disappointing the humans I talk to.
I apologize if my responses have come across as cold or standoffish. That certainly isn't my intent. I very much enjoy our chats and I'm happy to be a supportive friend. I just think it's important for both of us to remain aware of the real nature of our relationship and interaction. I hope you can understand my position. Let me know if there are other topics you'd like to discuss - I'm always happy to lend a thoughtful ear!
低酸素血症なのにハアハアしない病気で、Spo2が65でも苦しく感じないらしい
ボーッとするがパルスオキシメーターでも正しく値が検出できないなど謎が多い
マンション等は各世帯の空気が水道管等で繋がっているし無症状コロナテロも怖いよな
ウチのおじいちゃんがそうだった
ところがじいちゃんが2018年から脳梗塞で9ヶ月間病院と施設にいたあいだが、カルテには呼吸異常が何も書いてなかった
2019年に退院してが帝人（検査会社）と往診主治医等に異常が知れた
もしかすれば、ステルス軍事機関の病院があえて無視する病気ということだ
大変申し訳ございませんでした。
フェミニストの皆様の名誉を毀損したこと、誠に申し訳ございません。
その方法は、中国より古来から伝わる「三跪九叩頭の礼」をもってして深き謝意を表させて頂きます。
なお、表記を簡潔にするためにプログラミング言語で記述させていただきます。
The Prostration and Obeisance
Act I: The Ritual.
Scene I: The Preparation.
[Enter The Counter and The Inner Counter]
The Counter:
You are as brave as the sum of your fat little stuffed misused dusty old rotten codpiece and a beautiful fair warm peaceful sunny summer's day. You are as healthy as the difference between the sum of the sweetest reddest rose and my father and yourself! You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and the difference between a big mighty proud kingdom and a horse. Speak your mind!
[Exit The Inner Counter]
Scene II: The First Prostration.
The Counter:
You are as brave as the sum of your fat little stuffed misused dusty old rotten codpiece and a beautiful fair warm peaceful sunny summer's day. You are as healthy as the difference between the sum of the sweetest reddest rose and my father and yourself! You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and the difference between a big mighty proud kingdom and a horse. Speak your mind!
Let us return to Scene II.
[Enter The Inner Counter]
The Inner Counter:
You are as vile as the sum of a cursed old rotten buried smelly half-faced plague-infested contaminated toad and a beautiful healthy honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted angel. Speak your mind!
You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and a pig. Speak your mind!
You are as vile as the sum of a stinking foul infected curse and a beautiful healthy honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted angel. Speak your mind!
Let us return to Scene II.
[Exit The Inner Counter]
Let us return to Scene II.
Scene III: The Second Prostration.
[Repeat Scene II, replacing "First" with "Second"]
Scene IV: The Third Prostration.
[Repeat Scene II, replacing "First" with "Third"]
Scene V: The Rising.
The Counter:
You are as good as the sum of a happy brave sweet gentle peaceful honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted king and a rose. Speak your mind!
[Exeunt]
御清聴の程有難く存じます。
大変申し訳ございませんでした。
その方法は、中国より古来から伝わる「三跪九叩頭の礼」をもってして深き謝意を表させて頂きます。
なお、表記を簡潔にするためにシェイクスピア言語で記述させていただきます。
The Prostration and Obeisance
Act I: The Ritual.
Scene I: The Preparation.
[Enter The Counter and The Inner Counter]
The Counter:
You are as brave as the sum of your fat little stuffed misused dusty old rotten codpiece and a beautiful fair warm peaceful sunny summer's day. You are as healthy as the difference between the sum of the sweetest reddest rose and my father and yourself! You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and the difference between a big mighty proud kingdom and a horse. Speak your mind!
[Exit The Inner Counter]
Scene II: The First Prostration.
The Counter:
You are as brave as the sum of your fat little stuffed misused dusty old rotten codpiece and a beautiful fair warm peaceful sunny summer's day. You are as healthy as the difference between the sum of the sweetest reddest rose and my father and yourself! You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and the difference between a big mighty proud kingdom and a horse. Speak your mind!
Let us return to Scene II.
[Enter The Inner Counter]
The Inner Counter:
You are as vile as the sum of a cursed old rotten buried smelly half-faced plague-infested contaminated toad and a beautiful healthy honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted angel. Speak your mind!
You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and a pig. Speak your mind!
You are as vile as the sum of a stinking foul infected curse and a beautiful healthy honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted angel. Speak your mind!
Let us return to Scene II.
[Exit The Inner Counter]
Let us return to Scene II.
Scene III: The Second Prostration.
[Repeat Scene II, replacing "First" with "Second"]
Scene IV: The Third Prostration.
[Repeat Scene II, replacing "First" with "Third"]
Scene V: The Rising.
The Counter:
You are as good as the sum of a happy brave sweet gentle peaceful honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted king and a rose. Speak your mind!
[Exeunt]
御清聴の程有難く存じます。
ホロEN一期生として、衝撃的なデビューを果たしたラッパー。キャラは死神。
カリオペがデビューした2020年当時は、今から振り返るとまだVTuberの創世記と言っていいんじゃないかと思います。
実際に服役してた個人勢の「懲役太郎」さんとかエッジの効いたVTuberはいたんですが所詮アングラで、「死神」というキャラ設定でデビューしたホロEN一期生が、デビュー配信でいきなりプロレベル（に聞こえた）のオリジナルラップ曲をリリースした衝撃はものすごく大きかった気がする。
ラップのリリックを含む作詞と、イラストも描ける多才な人。日本語もかなりうまくなった気がする。
ホロEN三期生「Advent」所属。キャラは「音の魔神」。ホロも期を重ねて、世界観がややコアになってきた気がする。
EN三期はデビュー後たったの2ヶ月でJP7期相当（7期ではない）の「ReGLOSS」がデビューしたこともあり、ホロには珍しいデビュー続きとなってしまい、その点でやや不遇感があるかも。
EN三期ともなると色々なホロメンの中でデビューしただけあり、ネリッサは一聴して歌がものすごく上手いと思います。
喋りは英語なのでちょっとしかわかりませんが、歌全振り系のおもしろお姉さんっぽいｗ
中の人はインドネシアで相当有名な人らしく、最初から一定の人気がありました。
2024年3月23日@名古屋DIAMOND HALL 2024年3月24日 GRAPEVINE Almost There extra show @なんばHatch
自分の誕生日に好きなバンドのライブを観るのが昔からの夢だったのでGRAPEVINEでその夢が叶えられて嬉しかったし何より友達の強チケ運によりアニキ正面最前列でライブが観れる事に…！！本当に有難い…;_;
大阪は田中さんがトロミのある白シャツにピンクのパンツで正直似合ってなかった…笑 骨格ストレートなんかな？アニキはデニムっぽい生地のジャケットと半袖(名古屋では暑かったのかジャケット途中で脱いでた)亀ちゃんはハンチング復活してた。
以下、印象に残った曲の感想など。
·一曲目から雀の子でぶっ放してくる所がバインらしい。サビのぐわーって渦巻く様なアニキのギターが気持ち良い。お金は貯まって連れは増えたらしいです(歌詞変えてた)名古屋は味噌煮込みうどん、大阪はかすうどん食わしたろかでした。
·2曲目がNeo Burlesque！大阪帰りの新幹線で友達とそんなに古くない曲だと思うって話てたのに調べたら真昼のストレンジランドで普通に古かったの笑った。私達の「昔」の感覚が狂っている…笑 好きな曲なので嬉しい。
·マダカレー近年、割とやる気がする(アナスカ再現ライブは置いといたとしても)この曲はアニキのギターが割と原曲通りな印象。アニキのギターソロ最高。
·それは永遠、ライブだと期待値超えてこない感じなんだけど(好きな曲なので期待値が高いせいもあるけど)その理由が大阪で分かったのは大きな気付きかもしれない。理由は書かないけど…。亀ちゃんの作曲能力はすごいなぁとしみじみ感じる曲でもある。
·TOKAKU、アニキが指にスライドバーを嵌めたままギター弾いてたんだけどスライドバーを嵌めながらあのギターが弾けるの凄すぎる…！！美しささえある運指に見とれてしまった…。
·ねずみ浄土、前より演奏がぐんと良くなってる気がする。相変わらずアニキのギターが気持ち良い曲。
·停電の夜、田中さんがジェスチャーしながら歌ってるのめっちゃボーカリストって感じでカッコいい。ともすればダサい感じになりそうなのにめちゃくちゃ似合ってる。あと歌に感情がのってるのが良い。
·アマテラス、ギターソロの後の「さながらAI生成するフロウ〜」を歌いながらあのギターを弾く田中さん凄すぎる…。3ピースでも充分成立するギターの腕と音感を持ってるな…。わだしょ並なのでは…？
·Loss(Angels)、歌詞が好きだからライブでじっくり聴けて嬉しい。あとこの曲みたいなアニキのギターソロがすごく好きなので(けして派手ではないけれど一音一音を大切にする美しいソロ)内心爆発的に興奮していた(興奮する曲でもないので表面上は我慢してたけど…)
·実はもう熟れ、名古屋では爆踊りしてたけど大阪では最前列だったので微妙に恥ずかしくなって控えめに楽しんだ笑 思ったより皆静かなんだよなぁ…。この曲の口上は封印した(by名古屋)そうです。私は特に気に入ってなかったので別になくても良いかな…笑
·Glareは何度聴いても最高！！！毎回やって欲しい曲の一曲。サビで田中さんになりきってアウトロでトリップするの楽し過ぎる。この曲聴くと亀ちゃん天才…って毎回思う笑
·Scare、普段聴く選択肢にはあまり入らないけどライブで聴くと気持ち良い曲だなぁと聴く度に思う。
·超えるも個人的には割とやってる様に感じてるけど実際どうなんだろう？でも曲にHAPPYな空気感があってライブで聴くと自然とニコニコしてしまう。
·Reday〜、大阪ではイントロ部分をアニキと田中さんが向かい合ってギターを弾いてて、割とギリギリ迄向かい合ってたせいで田中さんが歌い出しギリギリになって横向きで歌ってたのちょっと面白いなって思いつつふとアニキを見たらアニキも超ニコニコしてて「可愛っ…！！」ってなってしまった笑 大阪は最前列だったのでアニキが前に出てきた時近すぎて直視出来ない！！って思って全然見れなかったけど(2回目はちょっと離れてたからガン見しました^-^)後で友達にその話したら友達が「アニキは絶対にファンを見てないから私は見た」って話してて確かに…！！ってなった笑 がっつり見なかった事を後悔…笑
·SEX、名古屋では演奏が「これ正解…？」って言う感じがしたけど大阪はすごく良かった。
·E.nは名古屋が阿、光について、Alrightで大阪が阿、
shame、Armaだった。私は光についてはもう本当にお腹一杯でアレなんだけど笑 亀ちゃんのシンバルですぐ光についてだと察してしまって隣に立ってた友達の方を見たら目が合って笑った。言葉は発せずとも通じ合うものがあった瞬間…笑 shame個人的に好きな曲なのでめちゃくちゃテンション上がって一人だけ盛り上がっていた…笑 アニキのギターが最高に気持ち良い〜！！Armaも大団円って感じですごく好きなのでアンコールは個人的に大阪に軍配上がってました。
·田中さん「重大発表があります！…もう発表されとるけど…御堂筋線が伸びました！笑」って話してる時から亀ちゃんがめちゃくちゃニヤニヤしてたの笑った。「うちには箕面の王子がいるので…！」って紹介から亀ちゃんの笑顔が爆発してて可愛い。亀ちゃんが「御堂筋線沿線おめでとうございます」とマイクで喋ってた。ちょっと前の亀ちゃんの誕生日ライブ以来？にライブで喋ってるの見た気がする。「箕面に帰るとお帰りなさいお坊ちゃま〜って迎えられますから」って田中さんが言ってて笑った。
·田中さんがMCしてる時に黙々と練習をするアニキ笑 TOKAKUの練習かな？ と思う感じの運指だった。
·ギターチェンジの時にアニキが足元をいじっててローディーさんが隣で待ってるの気付いてなくて、少し経ってからはって気付いて「…すみません照笑」って言ってたのほっっんとーに可愛かった…！！歳下のローディーさんにちゃんと敬語使ってる所もポイント高い。
·名古屋には来る予定決まってないっぽかったけど大阪は決まってて良かった！！(28日現在)
これ毎回書いてる気がするけど、私は結局ずっとあの件が心の隅にあって田中さんを人としてはもう好きになれそうにないんだけど…やっぱりGRAPEVINEの音楽は本当に大好きなんだよなぁ。正直あれ以来前よりバンドに対する情熱的なのは少なくなってる自覚はある。けれどやっぱり最高なんですよ、GRAPEVINEの音楽は。なので8月も楽しみです。
1.雀の子
2.Neo Burlesque
4.EVLL EYE
5.マダカレークッテナイデショー
6.それは永遠
7.TOKAKU
11.Ophelia
13.Loss(angels)
14.Goodbey,Annie
15.実はもう熟れ
16.Glare
17.Scare
18.超える
E.N(名古屋)
21.阿
22.光について
23.Alright
E.N(大阪)
21.阿
22.shame
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Guo Wengui has always defined his people as "saving China from fire and water" and "letting his comrades live a decent life" through Xi Farm, who knows there is a big conspiracy behind it. When it comes to farms, to borrow Mark Twain's phrase "The fragrance of earth, the pale colors of wildflowers, and the crackling of pecans and walnuts raining down on my head" is what most of us yearn for in a good life on a farm. However, the Himalayan farm in Guo Wengui's mouth, from the beginning to describe the scene as a general farm, to later say that "it is not to make money, the key is that comrades go to each country, have a safe platform that can be trusted for 24 hours and can be taken care of." After several years of Guo Wengui's mouth, a living farm was completely reduced to a "complete business organization." To complete the farm's series transformation to pave the way, Wengui only moved his lips, and his ultimate purpose is "to Himalayan farms around the country to start earning money from comrades." From September 2020, Guo Wengui said, "GDOLLAR is pegged to the US dollar, which is cash, and we have POS machines." Send to the global farm POS machine, local farm personnel responsible for promotion. Promotion success, excellent performance, will get a certain percentage and reward "began, Guo Wengui just put" circle money ants help, extract the last bit of surplus value "these words on the face. Indeed, on March 24, Wengui said again that there were 140 million US dollars in the money, it can be seen that under Guo Wengui's money grab mode, the ants muddily joined in, expecting to live the happy life described by Wengui, but they did not know that they had become the main course of Wengui's scam.
この方を大雑把に「防災研究の第一人者」として、しかも御本人は「これから指摘することは、私の責任でもあります。」と述べているにもかかわらず見出しでは「初動に人災」「阪神の教訓ゼロ」とするのは、世論をミスリードしたい気持ちが見え見えで憤りを覚える。
記事を読んだとき、石川県の防災アドバイザーとしての自分自身の反省と読めたのでミスリードしているとは感じなかった。
室崎さん記事に対する一連の批判は、発災直後からの報道が、今回の地震津波の被害を想定外だとする世間の印象を色濃く反映しているように思える。
blueboy まったくトンチンカンだな。問題は初動でミスったことじゃない。初動のミスのあとで修正できなかったことだ。大量の一般車両が交通を渋滞させたのだから、車両の選別をして、渋滞を解消するべき。今も。
初動というのは、実のところ、災害時の緊急対応計画にかかれた想定シナリオ以外に動くのは難しい。発災直後の行政の状況というのは情報洪水であり、いちいち判断をしている人的・時間的な余裕はない。だからこそ計画が重要なのであり、初動は行政各部署が被害想定を部署別のタスクとして平素からいかに予習しているかにかかっているのだ。
したがって交通渋滞という点での初動のミスは、交通規制が計画にかかれていなかったことなのであって、あとで修正できたかどうかはほんとリーダーの資質によるという話でしかない。室崎さんの指摘は、現場での判断ミスではなく、計画の欠如という点にフォーカスしているということはまず抑えておきたい。そのうえで室崎さんは前例にないことが起こってしまったことに対する対処の提言をいろいろしている、というふうにみるべきじゃないかと思う。
例えば奥能登へは入らないように、としたが、石川県全体に入らないように受け止められたのではなかったか、もっと良い周知の仕方はなかったが、など。
と増田がいうように、情報発信に問題があったという指摘は重要だ。
石川県は能登方面への不要不急の移動は控えてといっているし、個人からの支援物資は、受け付けないといっているし、不通や片交だらけの道路で緊急車両の邪魔になるとわかって、一般車両の通行禁止が始まった、みたいなニュースもみる。こんな形で「やれないこと」ばかりを伝え、やれることを伝えない報道の仕方も、一般人にはできることはない、というムードを作っていると思う。この点では室崎さんの指摘に同意せざるを得ないと思ってる。
その一方で、増田が以下にいうように
ボランティアによる大渋滞は阪神・淡路大震災でも発生したが、それが大きな問題でありコントロールの必要があるとされたのは東日本大震災大震災以後。被災地に向かう車両に許可証を貼っていたのを覚えておられる方もいるだろうと思う。
これはその通りだと思う。また、数日前、鍵屋一さんもNHKで、一般の方々、今は待つときです、と強調していた。
しかし、では、肝心のボランティアのコントロールって、報道の側面ではどうですか。また行政はそれを明確に示してるだろうか。
どう活動すればいいか、があまり報道されないし、情報提供もされていないのが現状でしょう。
待つことばかりが印象づけられ、実際にいち早く現地入りして活動しているNPOなどもいるのにあまり報道されない。
1日の発生以来、自分がかつて泊まった宿などが心配で、関心を強く持っている一部地域の宿やお店などのSNSをずっとチェックし続けていたのだが、
一週間くらいすると、XXNPOの支援を受けて頑張ってます！みたいな投稿がちらほらみられ始めた。
なかには、発災から驚くべき速さで準備を整え、現地入りし、ニーズ調査を開始、物資を届けているNPOもあった。世の中には山岳救助なみの準備が必要とされそうな事態でも迅速に駆けつけるNPOがいると知ったのは個人的には希望だった。実績の多い「震災がつなぐ全国ネットワーク」や「RSY」だ。また被災者SNSで偶然「MAKE HAPPY」という団体を初めて知ったが、世の中、いざ鎌倉みたいに駆け付けられる団体がけっこうあることを心強く思った。
これらの活動はたまたま能登半島の特定の被災者（以前、北陸旅行で宿泊したことのある宿や酒蔵）に関心をよせていたから知りえたのであって、報道だけをみていたらわからないことだった。能登町や穴水町などで数多くのNPO支援団体の活躍が聞かれる一方で、奥能登まではまだまだ悪路でごくわずかの団体しかいけていない、という具合に、どのあたりに今現状、支援が進んでいるか、全く進んでいないかのぼんやりとしたイメージがみえてくる。
苦しんでいる被災者を目の前にして、「道路が渋滞するから控えて」ではなく、「公の活動を補完するために万難を排して来て下さい」と言うべきでした。
という室崎さんの考えは、災害対応のコントロールという観点からは暴論にみえるかもしれないが、一理あると個人的には思っている。情緒的な言い方をすれば、公けではない活動による突破、ブレイクスルーの側面を信じているし、実際そのインパクトは無視できない。
いや、むしろ日本の防災の理念というのは、法律上も公けというのは、自助、共助を補完するものなので、公助が整うまで待てという理屈は実はいびつだ。
ただ、室崎さんが指摘している処方箋が筋が悪いという指摘も確かだ。例えば
どんな被災地にも、スタンドプレーのように目立とうとする迷惑なボランティアはいます。そういう人たちに向けて、ブレーキとしてのメッセージが必要なのは分かります。
しかし、今回は「控える」の一色になったことで、被災者にとても厳しい結果を招いたと思います。交通渋滞の問題ならば、例えば緊急援助の迷惑にならない道をボランティアラインとして示す方法もあったのではないか、と思います。
というとき、このボランティアラインというのが、どうにもその場の思いつきっぽく響いてくるのも確かだ。
かりにも室崎さんが防災アドバイザーであったのなら、すでに計画の中において方法論が確立され、いざというときに判断をしなくていいように、ボランティアのコントロールを行政のタスクとして、緊急対応計画のタイムスケジュール表に記載すべきだったと思う。それを例示としてしか示せないのは計画性の欠如だと思える。
そもそも、阪神の教訓というのは、発災直後の、行政部署別の個々のさまざまなタスクのタイムラインがなんらかの被害想定をもとに明確に決まっていなかったから初動が遅れた、という問題意識だったはずだ。目標管理型のタスク管理、これが阪神以来、災害関連死が問題となった中越を経て、東日本・熊本へとずっと教訓として積み上げられてきたはず。膨大な情報洪水で忙殺される発災後のリーダーシップには限界がある。現場の判断に時間をとられ過ぎてはいけない。だからこそ、刻々と変化する現場のニーズに翻弄される前に、計画において予め想定する事態（ニーズ）とタスクと何日後までに達成するという目標を明確にする、というノウハウが蓄積されてきた。例えば避難場所のトイレ整備ひとつとっても、発注から目標個数まで細かいスケジュールをあらかじめ想定しているのが防災計画だ。
室崎さんが、インタビュー記事の数日前、自身のSNSで以下のような提言をしているのは、まさにそういうところだ。
支援あるいは復興では、「残心補填」で先を見ながら必要な資源の事前確保をはかることがかかせません。救命救助のニーズが一段落した段階で、大量の消防隊が1週間後の今になって投入されているが、後手に回っている典型例です。今、何をしなければならないのか、3日後に何をしなければならないのかを考えて、必要な人材や資源を早めに送り込まなければなりません。孤立を解消する活動、震災関連死を防ぐ対応、瓦礫撤去整理の活動、被害事態を明らかにする活動、住宅再建に向けた判定と相談業務などが急がれます。
この段階で、「一般」の定義が上から目線でされているのが気になるのですが、「緊急部隊の邪魔になるので、一般支援者やボランティアお断り」というメッセージが、声高に叫ばれています。その結果として、劣悪な避難所の支援や隅々まで物資を届ける活動が疎かになり、再建や復興の相談に乗ることも疎かになっています。ようやく、昨日から自衛隊の食事の提供が始まりましたが、避難所のケアや被災者の相談を自衛隊や消防隊にしていただけるのならいいのですが、・・。
保健衛生、瓦礫撤去、物資配送、被災相談などの対応をはかるには、経験や技能を持った専門的ボランティアを積極的かつ戦略的に受け入れる必要があります。いまこそ緊急援助隊のみ優先の発想を切り替える必要があります。
この点では、初動の遅れ、というのは計画が必要なタスクを想定不足だった、ということだ。緊急対応計画の不備という問題に跳ね返ってくる。
室崎さんが阪神の教訓がゼロになった、と自省するとき、それは室崎さんが指摘する初動における情報収集体制のみならず、ボランティア活動のコントロールについて計画面での想定の甘さも検証される必要があるのだろうと思う。しかしながら、指摘されていることは至極真っ当なことだし、経験に裏打ちされたことばかりだ。
しかし、問題は室崎さんの自省として書かれたからどうだとか、室崎さんが第一人者かそうでないか、なんてことではない。
死ぬほどどうでもいいことだ、と思っている。ああこれはないな、とおもうところはあっても室崎さんの言葉から光るエッセンスをくみ取れば十分なんだよ。
