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2024-07-08

50過ぎの働き口

月末の手持ちがないのでindeedみたけど働き口少ないなぁ

また送りドライバーやろうかな

2024-06-28

indeedの週間求人

ソフトウェア開発の求人率が凄い勢いで減ってる

2022年初頭がピークでたった2年で−70%

これからも加速していくのかな

2024-06-27

メディア(NHK)が意図的国連人権理事会の報告で黙殺したところ。[追記

NHKの以下の記事には意図的に描かれてないことがあります

報告書の要約としては報じるには不十分で、メディア企業への言及報道が欠如しています

国連人権理事会 ジャニー氏性加害問題など日本調査の結果報告 | NHK | ジャニー喜多川氏 性加害問題

https://www3.nhk.or.jp/news/html/20240627/k10014493431000.html

このダイアリーの要約

国連人権理事会報告書には「性的虐待人権侵害を防止するという人権尊重責任果たしていない」と明確に批判がされています

さらに、理事会会合ではジャニー問題の性被害者は90秒のビデオメッセージで、報告書メディア業界に「はびこる性的虐待を強調している」と述べています

しかし、NHKを含む大手メディア企業放送局における女性記者への性的虐待問題報告書に含まれていることを報道をしていません。

ジャニー問題を取り上げる一方で、放送局内での性加害問題を取り上げないのは意図的と言わざるを得ません。

国連人権理事会報告書について

上の記事での、国連人権理事会の結果報告は以下のURLのページにpdf形式掲載されています

※このダイアリー英語での引用は以下の報告書より。鍵かっこの翻訳はDeepLなどを使い確認しましたが間違いはあるかもしれません。

「Visit to Japan - Report of the Working Group on the issue of human rights and transnational corporations and other business enterprises」

https://www.ohchr.org/en/hr-bodies/hrc/regular-sessions/session56/list-reports

また、NHK記事には「ジャニー喜多川氏からの性被害告発した二本樹顕理さんのビデオメッセージ」の動画はありません。

動画は以下のURLの26:10~です。英語での発言英語字幕のみです。※動画更新により時点が変更されているかもしれません

ビデオメッセージを取り上げたほどですから、今回の国連人権理事会において二本樹顕理さんの訴える内容は極めて重要でしょう。

https://webtv.un.org/en/asset/k1t/k1t17c19b5

メディア企業として報じなければいけなかったのに触れなかった点は3つあります

本当にNHKは以前ジャニー問題コメントしたように「放送業界人権尊重の考えがより浸透するよう」に「徹底」して取り組んでいるのでしょうか?

この指摘はもちろん、人権尊重人権侵害の防止に臨むとした民間メディアにも当てはまります

放送業界人権尊重の考えがより浸透するよう、公共メディアNHKとして、取り組みをさらに徹底してまいります

ジャニーズ事務所会見受けて NHKコメント発表 | NHK | ジャニー喜多川氏 性加害問題

https://www3.nhk.or.jp/news/html/20230907/k10014187051000.html

ジャニーズ性加害問題テレビ各局コメント 特別チームの提言受けて:朝日新聞デジタル

https://www.asahi.com/articles/ASR8Z5DVCR8ZUCVL00H.html

メディア業界における性的虐待の報告

二本樹顕理さんのビデオメッセージでは以下のようにメディア業界における性的虐待問題言及していますが、記事には記載がありません。

前掲の動画、26:34辺りです。

報告書は、メディアエンターテインメント業界にはびこる性的虐待を強調している。」

The reports highlights sexual abuse prevailing in the media and the entertainment industry.

放送局における性的虐待被害の報告

放送局(broadcasting)における性的虐待被害報告書段落74で言及されています

しかし、NHK記事には一切の記載がありません。

ワーキンググループは、女性記者に対するセクハラ性的虐待被害の報告と、放送局による改善措置の欠如について報告を受けました。

放送局は、被害者に対し、せいぜい休職させるか、別の部署に異動させるか、医師相談するよう助言する程度でした。」

The Working Group was informed about the sexual harassment and abuse of female journalists and the lack of remedial action taken by broadcasting stations,

which, at best, send them on leave, transfer them to another department or advise them to consult a doctor.


放送局新聞社広告大手などの主要企業は、性的虐待人権侵害を防止するという人権尊重責任果たしていません。

彼らは、ビジネス上の関係活用して人権リスク対処しています。」

Key businesses, such as broadcasting stations, publishing companies and advertising giants, are failing to uphold their responsibility to respect human rights by  preventing sexual abuse and using leverage in their business relationships to address human rights risks.


メディア企業特にSMILE-UP.」の見解を報じているNHKは以上の報告に関して「放送局出版社広告大手などの主要企業からコメントを取るべきでしょう。

ジャニー喜多川の性加害は本人がいなくなるまで噂、過去のこととしか認識されていませんでした。

ジャニー問題で生じた失態をくり返さないためにも、徹底した調査報道をすべきです。

ジャニー問題に関するNHKを含むメディア企業への言及を報じていない。

ジャニー喜多川の性加害問題を取り上げた段落75には以下のようにメディア企業言及されています

ワーキンググループミッションステートメント最後にあるように、日本メディア企業は何十年もの間、このような不祥事隠蔽に関与してきた。」

As noted in the Working Group’s end of mission statement, media companies in Japan have been implicated in covering up such scandals for decades.

このNHK記事報告書での上の指摘を取りあげておらず、NHKを含む各メディア企業コメント掲載していません。

NHKを含むメディア企業ジャニー問題から何を学んだのでしょうか?

まさに国連人権理事会報告書においてメディア企業によるジャニー問題の隠ぺいを批判されているのに、それをメディア企業が報じないのなら何も変わっていないのではないでしょうか。

しろ、①・②の指摘を合わせると、テレビ業界の重役に"生きた"ジャニー喜多川のような人物がいるのではないかとすら思わせます


くり返しますが、NHK記事メディア企業報道として、不十分です。

NHKジャニー問題を受けて、「放送業界人権尊重の考えがより浸透するよう」に「徹底」して取り組むとしました。

NHK国連人権理事会ジャニー問題が取り上げられていることを報道ました。

しかし、メディア企業ジャニー問題隠蔽に関与してきたという指摘・放送局における性的虐待被害報道しませんでした。

主要な民間メディア企業ネット上での報道でもほぼ同様でした。

日本メディア企業放送局における性的虐待加害問題言及した報道はありません。

国連人権理事会報告書について以下補足(読まなくてもいいです)。

国連人権理事会日本の他にも20か国以上訪問しており、各国のテーマは様々です。(ポーランド女性少女に対する暴力問題フィンランド教育など)

日本は主に職場での人権侵害問題が取り上げられています

訪問期間や違い、日本2023年7月24日8月4日までに対し、アメリカは2日間のみです。

訪問先での会談日本政府系の代表の数々・複数企業団体連盟市民団体海外実習生など、アメリカ連邦政府州政府、市政府の高官や関係者です。

日本会談が行われた政府系の代表企業名・団体連盟名前や詳細は報告書で見ることができます

ちなみに同じところには以下のPDFものもありますが、これは日本政府によるコメントです。

主にアイヌ民族への差別海外実習生制度福島原子力発電所での労働者人権侵害などへコメント反論)しています

「visit to Japan - Comments by the State

https://www.ohchr.org/en/hr-bodies/hrc/regular-sessions/session56/list-reports


各国の報告書の要約を読むと、雰囲気全然違って興味深いです。というのも報告者が1人か2人と少数でやってるいるようだから

フィンランドフィンランド教育ってエクセレントだよね。世界一。けどちょっと高齢化とか心配なとこもありますね。

日本 ー 頑張って進歩してるようだけど課題もあります職場での差別特にひどく、マイノリティへの差別女性・LGBTQ・障碍者部落差別など心配です。

アメリカー今が岐路です。ヘイトスピーチ外国人排斥に緊急に(argent)対処することが極めて重要です。




中でもアメリカは指摘が段違いで目次に"Gun Violence"があるのはすごい(よくない)。

日本は要約では優しめだけど、詳細読むと辛辣だったりします。以下は報告書段落20です。

「実際、法務省人権局は人権侵害申し立て調査することができるが、この機能国家人権機関としての役割果たしていない。」

Indeed, although the Human Rights Bureau of the Ministry of Justice can investigate allegations of human rights violations, this function does not fulfil the role of a national human rights institution.

一方で、国連人権理事会報告書市民団体として訴えるのが難しいような問題については指摘が甘いように見えます

日本報告書では内部告発(whistle-blowing)がそれにあたります内部告発者への報復問題の指摘はありません。

報告書を読む限りでは、内部告発者が集まり団体を作るのは難しいというところまで認識できていないように思います

ざっと読んだところ、氷河期世代についても言及もないようです。

氷河期世代については海外研究者英語論文もあり、就職における年齢差別女性差別が指摘されていますし、国内問題として十分に救済されているとは到底思えません。

あくま国連人権理事会から2人が12日間訪問して各団体会談をした結果の報告書で、むしろこの報告を受けたメディアの地道な報道必須でしょう。

2024-06-19

anond:20240619124625

君になんも頼んでないよね

仕事ならその場でクビのような罵倒匿名のとこでしてる人のIndeedみろとか何の役にもたたんやろ

「ある」ってなら具体的な事例を挙げてあげたらいいのでは?

じゃないと平日の昼間に匿名で書いてる無職の気狂いとかわらんじゃん

anond:20240619123744

だーかーらー

年収捨ててもいいから楽したいならindeed漁ってweb面接でもしたらいいじゃん具体的も何も大量にゴロゴロ求人あるし寮住み込みもある

逃げるように地元出る人間最初から狙って出してる求人なんてお前が知らんだけで沢山あるんだよ

それにさ、お前が謎に自分ステータス出してるけどさ俺こんなに頑張ったんだよなんて話じゃないよね?普通に落伍者から転職したいんでしょ

変にプライド持ってるならしがみつけよ?それが本音だと分かって良かったじゃんコレでこの話はおしまい

もし元増田じゃないなら自分語りしてないで黙ってろや

2024-06-11

Bob the First, at the head of my long list of robins, having been killed by my pet owl, I very soon bought another. This one was not so gentle nor so handsome as Bob the First, his wings and his tail having their ends sawed off by contact with the wires of too small a cage.

Fearing that he might be lonely in my aviary with only rabbits, guineapigs, pet rats, and pigeons for company, I bought another robin called Dick. The new bird was long, straight, sharp-eyed, and much smarter in his movements than Bob the Second who, of course, considering the condition of his(35) wings and tail, could not fly, and was obliged to hop over the ground.

It was very amusing to see the two robins stare at each other. Both had probably been trapped young, for at that time the law against the keeping of wild birds in captivity was not enforced, and boys and men were perniciously active in their depredations among our beautiful wild beauties.

Bob the Second was very fond of stuffing himself, and he used to drive the pigeons from the most promising window ledges and partake freely of the food scattered about.

Poor Dick ran about the ground looking for worms, and not finding many, got desperate and flew up to the window ledge.

Bob lowered his head and flew at him with open bill. Dick snapped at him, hopped up to the food, and satisfied his hunger, Bob meanwhile standing at a little distance, a queer, pained thread of sound issuing from between his bill, “Peep, peep, peep!”

A robin is a most untidy bird while eating, and as often as Dick scattered a morsel of food outside the dish, Bob would spring forward and pick it up with a reproving air, as if he were saying, “What an extravagant fellow you are!”

Whenever a new bird enters an aviary, he has to find his place—he is just like a new-comer in a community of human beings. Bob, being alone, was in the lead when Dick came. Dick, having the stronger bird mind, promptly dethroned him. They were(36) very amusing birds. Indeed, I find something clownish and comical about all robins kept in captivity.

The wild bird seems to be more businesslike. The partly domesticated bird, having no anxiety about his food supply, indulges in all sorts of pranks. He is curious and fond of investigation, and runs swiftly at a new object, and as swiftly away from it, if it seems formidable to him.

The arrival of new birds in the aviary always greatly excited Bob, and he hopped about, chirping, strutting, raising his head feathers, and sometimes acting silly with his food, just like a foolish child trying to “show off” before strangers.

When I introduced a purple gallinule to him, Bob flew up into the air, and uttered a shriek of despair. He feared the gallinule, and hated the first Brazil cardinal I possessed, and was always sparring with him. One day I put a second cardinal into the aviary. Bob thought it was his old enemy, and ran full tilt at him. His face of ludicrous dismay as he discovered his mistake and turned away, was too much for me, and I burst out laughing at him. I don’t think he minded being made fun of. He flirted his tail and hopped away.

At one time Bob made up his mind that he would not eat crushed hemp-seed unless I mixed it with bread and milk, and he would throw it all out of his dish unless I made it in the way he liked.

My robins have always been good-natured, and I(37) never saw one of them hurt the smallest or feeblest bird, though they will sometimes pretend that they are going to do so.

When Bob took a sun-bath, any member of the family who happened to be near him would always be convulsed with laughter. He would stretch his legs far apart, stick out his ragged plumage, elevate his head feathers till he looked as if he had a bonnet on, and then half shut his eyes with the most ludicrous expression of robin bliss.

All birds look more or less absurd when taking sun-baths. They seem to have the power to make each feather stand out from its neighbor. I suppose this is done in order that the sun may get to every part of the skin.

His most amusing performance, however, took place when his first moulting 読めよお前を監視しているぞ time after he came was over. One by one his old, mutilated feathers dropped out, and finally new ones took their places. On a memorable day Bob discovered that he had a real tail with a white feather on each side of it, and a pair of good, serviceable wings. He gave a joyful cry, shook his tail as if he would uproot it, then spread his wings and lifted himself in the air. Hopping time was over. He was now a real bird, and he flew from one end of the aviary to the other with an unmistakable expression of robin ecstasy.

Most unfortunately, I had not a chance to study poor Dick’s character as fully as Bob’s, for I only had him a short time. Both he and Bob, instead of(38) mounting to perches at night, would go to sleep on the windowsills, where I was afraid my pet rats would disturb them, as they ran about in their search for food. Therefore, I went into the aviary every evening, and lifted them up to a comfortable place for the night, near the hot-water pipes. I would not put robins in a warm place now. They are hardy birds, and if given a sufficient quantity of nourishing food do not need a warm sleeping-place. If we only had a better food supply I believe we would have many more wild birds with us in winter in the Northern States and Canada than we have now.

Late one evening I went into the aviary to put my robins to bed. I could only find Bob—Dick was nowhere to be seen. My father and mother joined me in the search, and finally we found his poor, lifeless body near the entrance to the rats’ underground nest. His head had been eaten—poor, intelligent Dick; and in gazing at him, and at the abundance of food in the aviary, the fate of the rats was sealed.

I fed my birds hard-boiled egg mashed with bread crumbs, crushed hemp-seed, scalded cornmeal, bread and milk, prepared mockingbird food, soaked ant eggs, all kinds of mush or “porridge,” as we say in Canada, chopped beef, potato and gravy, vegetables cooked and raw, seeds and fruit, an almost incredible amount of green stuff, and many other things—and yet the rats had found it necessary to commit a murder.

(39)

Well, they must leave the aviary, and they did, and for a time Bob reigned alone. I did try to bring up a number of young robins given to me by children who rescued them from cats, or who found them on the ground unable to fly, but for a long time I had very hard luck with them.

Either the birds were diseased or I did not feed them properly. I have a fancy that I half starved them. Bird fanciers whom I consulted told me to be sure and not stuff my robins, for they were greedy birds. As long as I took their advice my young robins died. When I went to my canaries for advice I saw that the parents watched the tiny heads folded like flowers too heavy for their stalks, over the little warm bodies in the nests.

The instant a head was raised the mother or father put a mouthful of warm egg-food in it. The little ones got all they would eatindeed, the father, with food dripping from his mouth, would coax his nestlings to take just one beakful more. I smiled broadly and began to give my robins all the worms they wanted, and then they lived.

The bringing up of young birds is intensely interesting. I found that one reason why early summer is the favorite time for nest-making is because one has the short nights then. Parents can feed their young quite late in the evening and be up by early daylight to fill the little crops again. Robins are birds that like to sit up late, and are always the last to go to bed in the aviary.

(40)

I solved the difficulty of rising at daylight to feed any young birds I was bringing up by giving them a stuffing at eleven o’clock at night. Then I did not have to rise till nearly eight.

This, of course, was for healthy birds. If I had a sick guineapig, rabbit, or bird, I never hesitated to get up many times during the night, for I have a theory that men and women who cannot or will not undertake the moral responsibility of bringing up children, should at least assist in the rearing of some created thing, if it is only a bird. Otherwise they become egotistical and absorbed in self.

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

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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.

2024-05-19

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米国indeed都市求人に大きな変化があったというレポートを見た

アトランタダラスなんかの田舎では求人率が上がっているのに、NYSFなんかの都市部では大幅に下がってるらしい

GPT4oリリース前の3月データでこれ

既に置き換えは始まってるという話だった

新しい雇用人間である必要性はないと

2024-05-10

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数学統計学関係: 数学は数、量、形、パターン研究で、抽象的な概念論理的な推論に焦点を当てて問題解決します1。一方、統計学数学の一部門であり、データ収集分析解釈提示、および組織化に関わります1。統計学数学的な技術を用いてデータ理解し、結論を導き出します1。

純粋数学応用数学: 純粋数学数学の一部門で、数、形、構造、およびそれらの関係研究に焦点を当てています1。一方、応用数学数学原理を実世界問題解決適用することに焦点を当てています1。

統計学応用数学か?: 統計学応用数学の一部と見なすことができます1。しかし、統計学数学の一部門であり、数学的な技術を用いてデータ理解し、結論を導き出します1。

数学だけ学んでいても統計学理解できない: 数学統計学は密接に関連していますが、それぞれには独自特性があります1。したがって、数学原理理解していても、統計学特定の側面(例えば、データ収集解釈)を理解するためには、統計学特有知識技術必要です1。

以上の情報を踏まえると、議論の中で述べられている一部の主張(例えば、「統計学応用数学から数学ではない」)は誤解を招く可能性があります統計学数学の一部門であり、数学的な技術を用いてデータ理解し、結論を導き出します1。しかし、統計学数学の他の部門とは異なる特定知識技術必要します1。したがって、数学だけを学んでも、統計学の全てを理解することはできません1。この点を理解することは、数学統計学の間の適切な区別理解する上で重要です。1

詳細情報

1

thisvsthat.io

2

leverageedu.com

3

askdifference.com

4

indeed.com

5

stats.stackexchange.com

6

usu.edu

7

investopedia.com

8

statanalytica.com

  1. 5 その他

2024-04-26

メルカリ崇拝してる時点で日本は負け

日本IT業界は本当に悲しい状況だ。メルカリみたいな日本以外では誰も知らない会社成功したイケイ企業のような顔をしている。悪いがメルカリは二流企業だ。アメリカ中国トップ企業とはとてもじゃないが張り合えない。LINEアジアで頑張ってはいるがいつまで経ってもバカみたいなアカウントシステムを変えないし経営陣が古い世代の二流の馴れ合いなのはいうまでもない。ヤフーのような三流と合併してしまい余計にダメになった。Indeedアメリカでも有名だがトップ企業とはとても見なされていない。DeNA存在感ゼロになったしグリーもどこへ行った?mixiしょうもないソシャゲ会社に成り下った。サイバーはまだ頑張っているが世界一流のテック企業からは程遠い。PFNは技術では世界一流と張り合えるくらいに抜きん出ていたがビジネスが下手くそすぎた。最近スタートアップも堅くニッチを掘るという野望のないものばかり。LayerXとかSmartHRとか世界企業絶対ならないでしょう。Turingという自動運転会社もあるがTeslaを追いかけている時点でもう負けている。古い企業ダメダメNTT日立東芝のような古い大企業外資人材育成工場みたいになっている。トヨタのウーヴンプラネットは悪くないが目立っていない。リクルート日経のような文系企業テック企業ですよのような面をしているがどちらも世界的には二流どまり楽天ビジネス的には成功しているが日本企業すぎてテック企業になりきれていない。ハーバードまで行って何を学んだのか。さくらインターネットはチャンスを逸して負けた。ドワンゴ経営ダメすぎ。もう無理だね日本IT業界は。

2024-04-09

地方中小企業で月収20万円弱の新卒未満の実家暮らし前提の給料で働いてるおじさんいるでしょ?


和歌山ハロワindeedをみてるんだがそう言った求人が雲霞のようにある

この給料じゃ一人暮らしも難しいし、車も軽自動車を何年も維持しなけりゃならないだろ

趣味にも金も使えないし、飲みにも行けない

もちろん結婚も難しい

そりゃ主婦とかが働くならこのレベル給料でいいのかもしれないけど


こう言う職業についてる男って将来どうなるんだ?

2024-03-23

誰も教えてくれないハローワーク求人の探し方

ハロワ求人ゴミばっかと言うのがネット上の定説であるが、実態として、


というのが実際のところであろうし、また以上のような言説では真面目にハローワークインターネットサービス仕様検証しているところなど無く、Xランドでは少し触って極端にクソな求人ピックアップしてやっぱりクソ!とか言ってる程度である

当然ながら仕様理解してないゲームレビューは総じて無価値なのでまず仕様説明する。


まず重要なのはハロワはSOLDが表示されないメルカリという認識が一番近いということだ。売れる条件の求人はとっとと売れて消滅している。

平日の昼に完全新着順で求人更新されること、そもそもユーザー数が多いことから、良い条件の求人は即日消滅することすらあった。

またPR検索結果に介入してこないのでユーザーにとっての検索体験独自テイストになる。他と比較すると大手メリットは少ないが中小には有利な設計である

よってその仕様の良し悪しはともかく、最適な戦略は以下のとおりである

  • 平日昼に定期的に希望条件で検索し、出てきたらなるべく早く紹介状をもらって応募する

最近ユーザー登録していれば行かなくても電話オンラインで紹介を受けてネット紹介状を出してくれるハローワークがある。近所でやってないとかそこの担当者が気に入らなくて行きたくないとかでも遠隔地のハローワークでも対応してくれるので適当なところを利用すれば良い)


ハロワを褒めたところでアフィ報酬がもらえるわけではないので誰も教えてくれないが、これを実行してみると明らかな優良求人が出ては即消えてる実態を知ることができる。

逆に言うとこれができない・やりたくないのであればハロワの優良求人には遭遇しづらいので使わない方がいいだろう。

2024-03-12

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ITって馬鹿でか主語だけど

ソフトバンクITだし

Indeedリクルート傘下だし

日本ITはクソだ!とかお気持ち表明したいならまずなぜニコニコ動画Youtubeに負けたのかとかなぜMixiFBにとか追ってみたらいいんじゃない

エンジニアの俺は興味ないかアメリカビッグテックで働くかという答えになる

2024-02-04

Xi farm is just the farmer Guo money circle tool

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.

2024-01-17

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お〜その言葉もっと早く出会いたかったぜ

低学歴中小(というかほぼ零細)勤めの俺にはハロワの方が合ってるヽ(;▽;)

ハロワindeed良くないって意見ばかり鵜呑みにしてたぜ

2023-12-18

障碍者を食い物にする馬鹿ども

6年以上前の話だが、精神錯乱して入院し、学校中退した。

で、「卒業せずに就職どうすんだ?」となり、ダメ元でハローワークへ行った。

ハローワーク職員「てめぇみてぇな障碍者ゴミには自立支援事業所を勧めるようにしてるんだわ。行っとけボケ

と言われ、口調がムカついたので少し抵抗したが、その企業営業が来て

営業障害年金手続き手伝ってやるよ。俺が手伝えば未払い分200万円もらえるぞ。IT仕事もある」

となり、200万という金額に踊らされて訓練することにした。

訓練内容は馬鹿でもわかるワードエクセルとか、就職とは無関係料理裁縫とかだった。

なので「おい、IT仕事関係ないじゃねーか」と言ったら「LPIC資格を取ればインフラ仕事をさせてやる」と言われた。

で、2週間ぐらい勉強してLPIC合格したんだが、はぐらかされてインフラ仕事の話は無しになり、その後1年クソ訓練モドキをやった。

それで1年経ってから、「俺はここでしか働けないんだろうか」とすっかり自信喪失しているときに「IT仕事をさせてやる」とか言うので内容を聞くと、ただの「データ入力」だった。

LPIC資格取らせておいてこんな底辺仕事を紹介すんじゃねーボケ!と言って、そこを去った。

ああ、障害年金は結局もらえなかったよ。障害等級が3級だったから。

それで、仕切り直してハロワを使わずindeed検索して就活したらWebプログラマー求人を近くで見つけて即合格した。

まあ教訓としては、ハロワ障碍者雇用ナントカ訓練はクソってことだな。助成金目当てみたいなクソ企業に遭遇するから

2023-11-24

増田とかブクマカコーダー仕事進められたんだけど

indeed漁っても実務未経験歓迎は無いのですが……

2023-11-12

転職サービスなんて本来無くてもいい存在なのにどうして・・・

2023-09-12

indeedcmいくらなんでもおかし

社長の息子が後継者になるのを断って介護になるCMあれ理解できない。

社会に役立つ仕事」って何?お父さんの事業社会の役に立ってないとでも言うつもり?

社会の役に立つという意味で差がないならわざわざ介護職なんていばらの道歩む意味不明。「社会に役に立つ仕事」でさえあるなら楽で多く稼げる仕事のほうがいいだろ?

てか常識的に考えて暴力団フロント企業とかでもないなら一介護士より経営者のほうが絶対大局的には社会に役に立ってる度合い大きいよなあ???

Indeedは潰すべき

Indeedを潰せば世界平和が訪れる

2023-08-31

介護の外の業界人間から介護業界を見て思う浅い意見

介護施設indeed検索するとこの世のものとも思えないような月給にビビる

老人の介添えをして、夜勤もして、時には認知症の方の介護も行って。

それで疲れ果てて月給20万、夜勤明けて帰っていくときに土日休み医者オーナーベンツで出勤する。

そんな世界で人に優しくできるのかっていうと、自分には無理だ。

もう少しそのお金を配れば世界もっと優しくなれると思うんだけどな。無理だろうな。

2023-05-16

よかった転職サイトと悪かった転職サイト(40代)

なんとか転職が決まった。サイトによって良し悪しがはっきりした。第二新卒とか資格持ちとかの方とはまた感想が違うかもしれんけど40代無資格感想

Indeed

一番よかった。AIがいいの?なにがいいのかわからんけどすごく検索やすい。

こういう仕事がいいなぁ~をちゃんソートしてくれる。詳細条件が雑でもどんどん学習してくれる。

仕様シンプルなのに使いやすくて情報も幅広くていい。いくつかIndeed経由で面接したけどどの企業もとにかく感じがよかった。最終的にもIndeed経由で決めた。

から近いところでかつあんまりごりごりしてないところで落ち着いて働きたかったので、合っていた。

DODA

一番色んな意味で合わなかった。数はものすごいあるけど大半が企業が合わないもしくはこっちが合わない。数がありすぎるのもかえって良くなくて、結果論だが時間ばかり消費してしまった。

大手で好条件はほとんどむこうがお呼びでないし、人材派遣会社正社員(大量)はこちらの意向とは合わない。大手以外もいくつかあり、そういうところは面接にも呼ばれたけどなぜかことごとく対応が横柄だった。お呼びでないのだろうな、ならなぜ面接に呼んだんだ…??

若い人にはいいのかも?大手1本釣り希望の人にもいいのかも。

【エン転職

堅実なスカウトが来るんだが、内容が外部委託されてるのか実際に会って話を聞くと結構齟齬があった。こっちの情報あんまり伝わってないようでスカウトしたんちゃうかいとなった。

求人掲載自体はあまり無い。

リクナビネクスト

残念だった。新卒は全員リクナビ時代だったか転職リクルートなのかなと思ったけど…やる気がないのかなんなのか、とにかく求人の数がない。数がないので選びようがない。そのわりにリクルートからメールはやたらめったら来る。残念だ、当時は最大手だったのに陥落っぷりが残念だ…。

【他】

クリエイト→数が少ない。リクナビの比ではない。なぜか求人条件がめちゃくちゃ悪い。(低賃金なのに休日少ないとか)

ジョブメドレー→専門色が強いけど全くの未経験でも大丈夫そう。保育、医療などに特化している。ただやはりどこも賃金水準が低め。

女の転職→大半が保険不動産人材派遣。ごくごくたまに普通求人がある。逆に怖い。

あとビズリーチは箸にも棒にもかからんかったので割愛

そんな感じでした。とにかく仕事が決まってよかった~。

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