はてなキーワード: LiFEとは
山奥SEOは、検索ボリュームが非常に少ないニッチなキーワードをターゲットにして検索エンジンの上位表示を狙うSEO手法です。この手法は競合が少なく、特に小規模なサイトや新規のブログにとって効果的です。
オリジナルコンテンツを提供することで、被リンクやサイテーションを獲得しやすく、専門性や信頼性が向上します。
ユーザーの具体的な悩みや質問に応えることで、強いリピーターを獲得しやすくなります。
当方は、以前から山奥SEOを実践しており、山奥SEOを実践してみた ニッチなキーワード策定から結果までではその取り組みをお伝えしています。
今回は、具体的に山奥SEOに使えそうなキーワードを具体的に挙げてみます。ぜひ、サイト作り・キーワード選定の参考にしてみてください。
『YMYL(Your Money or Your Life)』に該当しないニッチキーワードを中心に選定しています。健康、金融、法務などのトピックは個人サイトで戦える領域ではありません。避けるようにしましょう。
以下は、2024年6月時点において上位クエリにnoteや個人運営ブログ(独自ドメイン)などのサイトが食い込んでいるクエリになります。ぜひ山奥SEOを実践する際にこうしたキーワードを狙ってページを作ってみてください。
コンテンツ: 古地図をコレクションする際の収納方法や保管のコツ。
想起される関連ワード:「古地図 保存方法 自宅」「古地図 展示アイデア」「古地図 防湿対策」「古地図 クリーニング方法」「古地図 フレーム 選び方」「古地図 修復 自宅でできる方法」「古地図 デジタル化 方法」「古地図 アーカイブ作成」「古地図 専用収納ケース」「古地図 収納 アイデア DIY」
コンテンツ: DIYで作るドアストッパーの作り方や材料の選び方。
想起される関連ワード:「DIY ドアストッパー 材料」「DIY ドアストッパー 木製 作り方」「DIY ドアストッパー おしゃれ」「DIY ドアストッパー 玄関用」「DIY ドアストッパー 重さ調整」「DIY ドアストッパー フェルト使用」「DIY ドアストッパー 滑り止め対策」「DIY ドアストッパー 再利用素材」「DIY ドアストッパー ゴム製」DIY ドアストッパー クリエイティブデザイン」
想起される関連ワード:「ミニ四駆 軽量化 パーツ選び」「ミニ四駆 モーター交換 方法」ミニ四駆 タイヤ チューニング」「ミニ四駆 シャーシ 強化方法」「ミニ四駆 空力パーツ 取り付け」「ミニ四駆 ベアリング カスタマイズ」「ミニ四駆 ウイング 自作方法」「ミニ四駆 ギア比 調整」「ミニ四駆 バッテリー 効率化」「ミニ四駆 車体塗装 テクニック」
コンテンツ: 手作り石鹸に色を付ける方法や安全な着色料の紹介。
想起される関連ワード:「手作り石鹸 ナチュラルカラー 素材」「手作り石鹸 食用色素 使用方法」「手作り石鹸 マイカパウダー 色付け」「手作り石鹸 クレイ カラーリング」「手作り石鹸 酸化鉄 色付け」「手作り石鹸 スワール技法 色付け」「手作り石鹸 グラデーションカラー 方法」「手作り石鹸 ジェルカラー 使用方法」「手作り石鹸 フルーツピューレ 色付け」「手作り石鹸 ハーブ粉末 カラーリング」
想起される関連ワード:「ミニチュア家具 木製 DIY」「ミニチュア家具 椅子 作り方」「ミニチュア家具 ソファ DIY」「ミニチュア家具 ペイント テクニック」「ミニチュア家具 アンティーク風 作り方」「ミニチュア家具 引き出し付き 作り方」「ミニチュア家具 ベッド DIY」「ミニチュア家具 リサイクル素材 使用方法」「ミニチュア家具 デザイン図面 書き方」
コンテンツ: 初心者向けの手作り香水の作り方や材料の選び方。
想起される関連ワード:「手作り香水 天然素材 使用方法」「手作り香水 エッセンシャルオイル 選び方」「手作り香水 アルコール フリー レシピ」手作り香水 持続時間 長くする方法」「手作り香水 ボトル 選び方」「手作り香水 フレグランスノート 組み合わせ」「手作り香水 固形タイプ 作り方」「手作り香水 初心者キット おすすめ」手作り香水 季節ごとのレシピ」「手作り香水 プレゼント用 デザイン」
コンテンツ: 初心者向けのミニチュアガーデンの作り方や材料の選び方。
想起される関連ワード:「ミニチュアガーデン 素材 選び方」「ミニチュアガーデン フェアリーハウス 作り方」「ミニチュアガーデン 初心者キット おすすめ」「ミニチュアガーデン 低予算 作り方」「ミニチュアガーデン ミニ植物 選び方」「ミニチュアガーデン リサイクル素材 使用方法」「ミニチュアガーデン 屋内栽培 方法」「ミニチュアガーデン 簡単デザイン アイデア」「ミニチュアガーデン 手作りアクセサリー 作り方」「ミニチュアガーデン メンテナンス 方法」
コンテンツ: ミニチュア家具のペイント方法や使用するペイントの種類。
想起される関連ワード:「ミニチュア家具 エアブラシ ペイント方法」「ミニチュア家具 アクリル絵の具 使用方法」「ミニチュア家具 アンティーク風 ペイント」「ミニチュア家具 グラデーションペイント 技法」「ミニチュア家具 ディストレス加工 ペイント」「ミニチュア家具 ゴールドリーフ ペイント」「ミニチュア家具 ステンシル ペイント」「ミニチュア家具 メタリックペイント 使用方法」「ミニチュア家具 ペイントシーラー 選び方」「ミニチュア家具 カラーブロック ペイントテクニック」
コンテンツ: アンティークレースを使ったDIYアイデアやデコレーション方法。
想起される関連ワード:「ミニチュア家具 木工 DIY」「ミニチュア家具 ソファ 作り方」「ミニチュア家具 引き出し付き 作り方」「ミニチュア家具 ペーパークラフト DIY」「ミニチュア家具 塗装 テクニック」「ミニチュア家具 簡単 作り方 初心者向け」「ミニチュア家具 パレット 使用方法」「ミニチュア家具 クラシックデザイン 作り方」「ミニチュア家具 リサイクル素材 DIY」「ミニチュア家具 収納家具 作り方」
想起される関連ワード:「レトロ看板 修復方法」「レトロ看板 保存方法」「レトロ看板 購入場所」「レトロ看板 掃除方法」「レトロ看板 コレクション展示アイデア」「レトロ看板 コレクター向けガイド」「レトロ看板 認証方法」「レトロ看板 フレーム作成方法」「レトロ看板 オークション 参加方法」「レトロ看板 コレクション管理アプリ」
コンテンツ: 幾何学模様の折り紙の作り方やステップバイステップのガイド。
想起される関連ワード:「折り紙 幾何学模様 立体作り方」「折り紙 幾何学模様 初心者向け」「折り紙 幾何学模様 キット おすすめ」「折り紙 幾何学模様 シンプルデザイン」「折り紙 幾何学模様 ペーパークラフト」「折り紙 幾何学模様 カラフルデザイン」「折り紙 幾何学模様 インテリアアート」「折り紙 幾何学模様 組み合わせ方法」「折り紙 幾何学模様 ランプシェード 作り方」「折り紙 幾何学模様 モダンデザイン」
以上となります。
this is just awful imagine studying animation and art your whole life just for your job to get stolen by AI how do people think this is impressive this is absolutely terrifying and it should genuinely be illegal
訳:これ、ほんとにひどいよ。ずっとアニメとか芸術を勉強してきたのに、AIに仕事奪われるなんて。なんでみんなこれがすごいって思うんだろう。ほんとに怖いし、マジで違法にすべきだよ。
https://x.com/Xbox/status/1799869701704892823
一昨日だかに配信されてたマイクロソフトのゲームソフト発表配信、新作がたくさんあるように見えて半分以上がPS5でも遊べるの、ちょっと節操ないんじゃない?
タイトル | Xbox Series S/X | Steam | PS4 | PS5 | その他 |
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CALL OF DUTY BLACK OPS6 | 〇 | 〇 | 〇 | 〇 | XboxOne版なし |
INDIANA JONES and the GREAT CIRCLE | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
GEARS OF WAR E-DAY | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
DOOM THE DARK AGES | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
AVOWES | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
DIABLO VESSEL OF HATRED | 〇 | 〇 | 〇 | 〇 | - |
MICROSOFT Flight Simulator 2024 | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
WORLD OF WARCRAFT THE WAR WITHIN | - | - | - | - | Battle.net |
DRAGON AGE THE VEILGUARD | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
ASSAIN'S CREED SHADOWS | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
S.T.A.L.K.E.R 2 Heart of Chornobyl | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
AGE of MYTHOLOGY | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
FABLE | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
MIXTAPE | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
PERFECT DARK | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
EXPEDITION 33 | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
SOUTH OF MIDNIGHT | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
STARFIELD SHATTERED SPACE | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
STATE OF DECAY 3 | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
WUCHANG:FALLEN FEATHERS | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
The Elder Scrolls ONLINE GOLD ROAD | 〇 | 〇 | 〇 | 〇 | - |
METAL GEAR SOLID DELTA SNAKE EATER | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
Fallout76 SKYLINE VALLEY | 〇 | 〇 | 〇 | 〇 | - |
LIFE IS STRANGE DOUBLE EXPOSURE | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
Sea of Thieves | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
ATOMFALL | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
FLINTROCK THE SIEGE OF DAWN | 〇 | 〇 | 〇 | 〇 | - |
Winter Burrow | 〇 | 〇 | - | - | - |
FRAGPUNK | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
MECHABREAK | 〇 | 〇 | - | 〇 | - |
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.
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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?
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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.
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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
生きていると、
嫌なことばかり起きる。
自分が嫌な思いをするのは仕方ないと、人のために行動すると、
迷惑だ、関わるなと
忌避される。
極力、誰とも関わらずにいると、
蔑まれる。
どうしようもないのだと、首を括ろうものならば
馬鹿な事をするなと
罵倒される。
俺はこんなに嫌々生きているのに、
死んでいく奴はずるい。
生きて行かなければ、気が済まない。
――「生きるのは苦痛だ」より
理不尽な強制として産み落とされ、理不尽な強制として生きていく
ストレッサーに対してストレス対処が生じるように、作用に対して反作用が生じるように、
人は苦悩と悲哀を抱え、縛られ、それらの奴隷として生きていく
遠い我らが祖先は、きっと寒い冬の時代に抑鬱状態になっただろう
怯え、不安になり、神経質になり、目の前にいつでも最悪の状態を想定していただろう
だから、生き残った
呪い多き我々は、それでも生きる価値があるとこの世を這いずるだけの人生である
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
障害を負い、新しい心と体になり、しかし「以前の自分の連続に生きる自分」としての意識もあり続ける中で、それでも機能低下という現実に向き合い
間違いがあったら教えてください。
Apple、新iPad Proの動画「Crush!」について「的外れだった」と謝罪
https://news.yahoo.co.jp/articles/92f47998fa9ce53eaffea53c63fffa4c634cbe14
Ad Ageの5月9日付の記事で、Appleのマーケティングコミュニケーション担当副社長のトール・ミューレン氏は「Creativity is in our DNA at Apple, and it’s incredibly important to us to design products that empower creatives all over the world. Our goal is to always celebrate the myriad of ways users express themselves and bring their ideas to life through iPad. We missed the mark with this video, and we’re sorry.(創造性はAppleのDNAに組み込まれており、われわれにとって、世界中のクリエイターに力を与える製品を設計することは非常に重要です。Appleの目標は、ユーザーがiPadを介してアイデアを実現する無数の方法で自己表現するのを称賛することです。だが、この動画は的を外していました。申し訳ありません)」と謝罪した。
日本ではあまり知られていないかもしれないが、英語圏では任天堂のアクセシビリティの欠如を非難する記事やコメントは珍しいものではなくなってきた。
特にNintendo Lifeのこの記事はかなり強烈だ。(https://www.nintendolife.com/features/soapbox-zelda-tears-of-the-kingdom-straight-up-fails-in-just-one-respect-accessibility)
C5/C6麻痺を持っているゲーマーの男がゼルダについて書いた記事だが、彼はTears of the KingdomがBreath of the Wildと比べてアクセシビリティの面でどれほど進化しているか期待していた。しかし期待しても無駄だったようだ。彼は2019年6月にKotakuが青沼英二にしたインタビューを引用して青沼を非難する。
青沼:ボタンを配置する時は、プレイヤーに感じてもらいたい特定の方法があるので、非常によく考えて配置しています。キーの割り当てなどのカスタマイズをプレイヤーに自由にさせてしまうと、ある意味、開発者としての責任をすべてユーザーに丸投げしているような気がします。私たちはゲームをプレイするとき、すべての人に楽しんでもらうことを考えているので、プレイヤーにもそれを体験してもらいたいと思っています。しかし、プレイヤーが自由なカスタマイズを望んでいることも理解しています。
彼は上記のインタビューを引用した上で「青沼はそれを認めながらも、その指摘をはぐらかし、結局何もしなかった。青沼さん、同業他社が何をやってるか見てみろよ。」と書いた後、記事の結びでこう述べている。「私は以前、任天堂はゲームをアクセシブルにすることをただ思いつかなかっただけだと思っていが、それは間違いだった。真実は、私たちの提案と嘆願は認識されているだけで、現時点では、開発者は積極的に障害のあるゲーマーを排除することを選択している。Tears of the Kingdomは、これまでで最も見え透いた嘘の例だ。」
任天堂のこうした姿勢は他にも奇妙な事例を生み出している。ファイアーエムブレム 風花雪月では、Switchの携帯モードで遊ぶと文字が小さすぎて文章を読むことすらできないと指摘されている。(https://kotaku.com/the-text-in-fire-emblem-three-houses-is-too-damn-small-1836822715)別のメディアもこの問題を取り上げており、そこではなんと3DSのファイアーエムブレムよりも字が小さくなっていることがわかる。(https://www.thegamer.com/fire-emblem-three-houses-accessibility-problem/)
これはかなり奇妙だ。テレビモードと携帯モードを切り替えられることはSwitchの最大の特徴の1つであるにもかかわらず、任天堂自身がその特徴を侮辱的に扱い、結果的に携帯モードを無意味にしているのだから。任天堂の経営者は「任天堂に関わるすべての人を笑顔にする」などと表明しているが、彼らが実際にやっていることはかなり軽薄なのだ。
変わらないのがマジョリティですね。少なくとも "趣味" と公言するレベルであれば
生きづらいを自称する人ほど、能力主義だったり、他人軸で生きているバグ
他人軸で生きている・常に他人の承認や賞賛が必要な人は、たとえ高学歴・高所得でも、仮にガチセレブでも、永遠にチラチラやってるし、下手したら自死する
親になっても碌な振る舞いはしないし、平気で『夫が望んだから産んだ』『子を持たないと友達や親親戚に馬鹿にされるから子ども作った』ってのたまう
いわゆる"伝統的な人"で、画一的なライフモデルが絶対、特定のコミュニティの評価が絶対の人に対しては、『そうですか😒』(伝統の尊重)としか言えないけど、
いわゆる"伝統的な人"ではないなら、年齢に役割を結びつけて、出来もしないこと・やりたくもないことはしない方が、QoLは上がると思います
いわゆる"伝統的な人"ではなではない場合、下記のようにライフステージという言葉の置き換えも検討したらいかがでしょうか?
ライフプラン: life plan よく使われるやつなので略
おかしくねえか??
俺は毎日毎日Eテレを見ているので、そんじょそこらの大人よりはSDGsに詳しいつもりだ。
1:貧困をなくそう (英: No Poverty)「あらゆる場所のあらゆる形態の貧困を終わらせる」
2: 飢餓をゼロに (英: Zero Hunger)「飢餓を終わらせ、食料安全保障及び栄養改善を実現し、持続可能な農業を促進する」
3:すべての人に健康と福祉を (英: Good Health and Well-Being)「あらゆる年齢のすべての人々の健康的な生活を確保し、福祉を促進する」
4: 質の高い教育をみんなに (英: Quality Education)「すべての人々へ包摂的かつ公正な質の高い教育を提供し、生涯学習の機会を促進する」
5: ジェンダー平等を実現しよう (英: Gender Equality)「ジェンダー平等を達成し、すべての女性及び女児の能力強化を行う」
6: 安全な水とトイレを世界中に (英: Clean Water and Sanitation)「すべての人々の水と衛生の利用可能性と持続可能な管理を確保する」
7: エネルギーをみんなに、そしてクリーンに (英: Affordable and Clean Energy)「すべての人々の、安価かつ信頼できる持続可能な近代的エネルギーへのアクセスを確保する」
8: 働きがいも経済成長も (英: Decent Work and Economic Growth)「包摂的かつ持続可能な経済成長及びすべての人々の完全かつ生産的な雇用と働きがいのある人間らしい雇用を促進する」
9: 産業と技術革新の基盤をつくろう (英: Industry, Innovation and Infrastructure)「強靱なインフラ構築、包摂的かつ持続可能な産業化の促進及び技術革新の推進を図る」
10: 人や国の不平等をなくそう (英: Reduced Inequalities)「各国内及び各国間の不平等を是正する」
11: 住み続けられるまちづくりを (英: Sustainable Cities and Communities)「包摂的で安全かつ強靱で持続可能な都市及び人間居住を実現する」
12: つくる責任 つかう責任 (英: Responsible Consumption and Production)「持続可能な生産消費形態を確保する」
13: 気候変動に具体的な対策を (英: Climate Action)「気候変動及びその影響を軽減するための緊急対策を講じる」[注釈 2]
14: 海の豊かさを守ろう (英: Life Below Water)「持続可能な開発のために海洋・海洋資源を保全し、持続可能な形で利用する」
15: 陸の豊かさも守ろう (英: Life on Land)「陸域生態系の保護、回復、持続可能な利用の推進、持続可能な森林の経営、砂漠化への対処、ならびに土地の劣化の阻止・回復及び生物多様性の損失を阻止する」
16: 平和と公正をすべての人に (英: Peace, Justice and Strong Institutions)「持続可能な開発のための平和で包摂的な社会を促進し、すべての人々に司法へのアクセスを提供し、あらゆるレベルにおいて効果的で説明責任のある包摂的な制度を構築する」
お前らもSDGsが何の略蚊くらいは知ってるだろうと思うが、(S)ustainable (D)evelopment (G)oal(s) すなわち持続可能な開発目標と言ってるものだ。
俺の理解するところ、持続可能性、というのは、究極のとこ地球のリソースは有限に決まっているのだから、それを使い潰さず、人類が恒久的に存続し発展していける可能性を残している状態ということだ。
俺はその究極目標は気に入っている。人類が無限の未来までその足跡を残せるよう、俺たちは最大限努力すべきだろう。それが先祖と子孫と、人類が見つけてきたすべての叡智のために、現在の我々ができることだ。
6、7、8、9、11、12、13、14、15あたりはわかる。
公衆衛生、エネルギー持続性、経済と雇用、産業と都市のインフラ、マテリアルリサイクル、気候変動対策、生物多様性……
1、2、3、10、16もまあわかる。貧困だの飢餓だのを放っておくと人間が死ぬし、社会がある程度公正でないと戦争が起きたりする。
俺が意味わからんと思うのは、4と5だ。高い教育とジェンダー平等だ。これが人類の持続可能性に資するかどうか、まだ誰もわからなくないか?
いやもろちん、高い教育、ジェンダー平等、まことに結構だ。やったら良い。より良い社会のために、是非とも必要なことだ。
だがこれ、持続可能な開発目標か??こいつら無理やりねじ込まれてないか??
もちろんすべての目標は未だ人類社会で達成されてないことばかりだが、それにしたって、この4と5が持続可能な社会を作れるかは不明すぎやしないか?
(おまけ)
また、正直なところ、俺は特にジェンダー問題については、このままやって本当に大丈夫か?と思ってもいる。
率直に言って、ここまでの人類の存続は、男女の役割という苛烈な人権制限の上に成り立ってるんじゃないだろうか?
特に女だ。狩猟の時代が終わって男の肉体の役割はずいぶんマシになったと言えるだろうが、女の肉体は相変わらずとんでもない無理をして次の世代を作っている。
こんな状況では、ジェンダー平等なんてのは土台無理な話なんではないかと思っている。
何万年前と同じように、俺たちは女たちの本能に期待する以外に種としての持続可能性を持っていない。
ジェンダー平等が達成された世界で、古い男女の役割(女の役割)をやってくれる人間たちだけで人類を持続させられるのだろうか?
そうですね!やかましいですね!ところでウクライナ音楽とロシア音楽をかけ合わせたらどうなるでしょうか?とっても平和の響きがするでしょう!あなたの手持ちのイスラエルも混ぜてみましょうよよよよよよよよよよよよよよよ
<div class="conversation"><h4>Close your head</h4><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Close your eyes…」「Close your head…</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Close your eyes... Close your head...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>say, what you saw. you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I saw... darkness. My mind's eye is a void, devoid of sight.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>i can light you. </div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Light me then.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div><*click*> i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I see a dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, and a faint, eerie glow permeates the space.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Shadow of what?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The shadows seem to take form, twisting and contorting into strange, indistinct shapes. It's as if they are the embodiment of forgotten fears and hidden desires.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Do you have any idea who is showing it?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I have no idea. The source of these shadows remains hidden, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>OK, let's leave the mysterious and scary shadow behind. What else can you see in this room?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: In this dimly lit room, I can make out a cluttered assortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lying open on a dusty table, its pages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rug covers a portion of the floor, and a cracked mirror hangs on one wall, reflecting distorted images. The air carries a musty scent, and I sense an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You pick book and check it</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I reach out and pick up the old book. Its pages feel brittle and fragile in my hands. As I flip through the pages, the text appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams. It's a tome of secrets, but its meaning remains elusive.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>see book cover</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I examine the cover of the book, trying to discern any details despite the dim light. The cover is worn and weathered, and it bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent, its scales formed from shimmering, iridescent colors. Above the serpent, there's a title in elegant script, but it's written in a language I can't decipher. The book exudes an aura of mystique and ancient knowledge.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Is there a place to go? What about the door?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I turn my attention to the room's exit, the door. It stands tall and imposing, made of heavy, dark wood. There's a tarnished doorknob, and the door appears to be slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of what lies beyond. It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps even more mysteries.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>try to open</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaks open, revealing a corridor shrouded in shadows. The faint glow from the room behind me barely penetrates the darkness ahead. I step cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets that lie beyond.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I proceed forward down the shadowy corridor, my footsteps echoing faintly in the dimness. The path ahead seems endless, and the air grows cooler as I delve deeper into the unknown, guided only by the flickering light behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward and look around</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Continuing down the corridor, I take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces that once held flames have long since burned out, leaving only empty brackets. The air feels heavy with history, and there's a faint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves, as if they hold secrets untold.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>keep going until you discover something</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I press on, the corridor seemingly endless. My journey is shrouded in uncertainty, but I persist, driven by the need to discover what lies ahead. The shadows deepen, and the air grows colder as I continue, my curiosity and determination unwavering.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>stop! you here that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I halt in my tracks, straining my ears to listen. There's a faint, distant sound, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. It's indistinct, but it holds a mysterious allure, beckoning me to investigate further.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>listen carefully</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I listen intently, my senses sharpened as I focus on the elusive sound. It becomes clearer, a haunting melody that seems to weave through the very air itself. It's both captivating and eerie, drawing me closer to its source with each haunting note.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>who play that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The source of the haunting melody remains elusive, hidden in the shadows. It's as if the music emanates from the very walls, an ethereal presence that defies explanation. There is no visible musician, yet the music continues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Head to the source of the sound and investigate (dice roll)</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the roll of the dice and embark on a quest to trace the source of the haunting melody. Each step takes me closer to the enchanting sound, and as I round a corner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from which the music seems to emanate. My heart races with anticipation as I push the door open, eager to unveil the secrets that lie within.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>When you open the door, there...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: When I open the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the room, an ornate grand piano commands attention. The keys move on their own, playing the haunting melody that had drawn me here. But there's no one at the piano.The room is adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that dances across the walls. The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a mix of ancient incense and delicate flowers.At the far end of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows stands beside an enormous, antique bookshelf filled with tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presence is enigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look piano</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the grand piano, its keys still playing the haunting melody. As I inspect it, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys. It's as if the piano itself is possessed by some unseen force, creating the music with an ethereal touch.The piano is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious gemstones. Its keys are made of polished ivory, and they move in perfect harmony with the haunting tune. It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Be careful, it might be a man-eating piano.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the caution and approach the grand piano with caution. Although it plays on its own, I remain wary of its mysterious nature. The possibility of a man-eating piano lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of tension to the already surreal scene.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>the piano suddenly stops</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The abrupt halt of the piano's music sends a shiver down my spine. The chamber falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering candlelight. It's as if the very essence of the room holds its breath, waiting for what comes next.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You feel disgusted and turn around. What happened?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: As I turn around, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My senses reel in disgust at the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked in shadows has now revealed itself, and it is a grotesque, nightmarish entity. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of human and beast, with grotesque, elongated limbs and a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.The once opulent chamber has transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned in macabre art and gruesome trophies. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair. I am trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of this abomination.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>it scary. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Fear courses through me as I confront this nightmarish entity and its gruesome lair. In this realm of horrors, I must make a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, my curiosity and determination outweighing my fear, as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets that lie within this twisted nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>how?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With trembling resolve, I take a step forward, slowly approaching the grotesque entity. I attempt to communicate with it, asking it what it wants or why it has brought me here. My voice quivers, but my determination to unravel the enigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>any result?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent, glowing eyes, its jagged maw twitching with an unsettling smile. It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled with whispers and hisses. It becomes apparent that communication with this entity is futile, and its intentions remain shrouded in darkness.As I continue to stand before this nightmarish being, I feel a growing sense of dread, realizing that escape may be the only option left.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>surely. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With no hope of communication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growing more oppressive, I decide to make a hasty retreat. I turn and rush toward the door through which I entered, driven by the instinct to escape the horrors of this surreal nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Did it go well? Or Bad?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: My escape from the nightmarish realm was fraught with tension and fear, but I managed to reach the door and slam it shut behind me. The grotesque entity and its horrifying lair were left behind, at least for the moment. Whether it went well or bad is a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal place still haunt my thoughts. The experience was a chilling reminder of the unknown and the horrors that can lurk within it.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look around. what you see?</div></pre><pre class=" Permalink | 記事への反応(2) | 16:06
ブログやIT技術者向けSNS等は利用しておらず、はてブやTwitterでやるにはやや長いので、増田に投稿
Windows 10 (22H2 19045.4170) 上のEdgeを、数十のタブを開いたまま新バージョン (123.0.2420.53) に更新したらハングアップしたため、タスクマネージャーで強制終了させた
その後Edgeを起動させようとすると、更新時に閉じたセッションを復帰させる段階で強制終了するようになり、使用不能になった
Edgeに導入していた拡張機能には、Session Budy (4.0.2。GoogleのManifest V3に対応するため、最近大規模改修を実施(1。増田の最終節の同番号を参照。以下同)) やuBlock Origin (1.56.0。新規のマイフィルターを多数追加中だった) 等があった
「Edgeが起動しない」と直截な語句で検索していくつかの解説ページにたどり着いた
いくつかの解決策(2・3)を実行したところ、有効ではなかったが次の知見が得られた
数日程度では修復できないだろうと判断し、別のChromiumブラウザを使いつつ、片手間で修復方法を調べることにした
Windowsの設定画面等にあるリンクが有効になるよう、デフォルトのwebブラウザをEdgeから変更した
パスワードは別ツールで管理してたため無くてもそんなに困らなかったが、uBlockの設定とSession Budyで雑に保存してた閲覧履歴は必要だったので、Chrome拡張の復旧作業をした
"Default\Local Extension Settings"以下のフォルダと、念のために"Default\IndexedDB""Default\Local Storage\leveldb"の中身を移植(8)して作業完了
アイテムの履歴データ破損が問題の原因ではと考えてその修復や初期化方法を検索したが、これは徒労に終わった(ただし、このアプローチが完全に無効だとは言い切れない。参考ページ5は、復旧作業完了後に見つけた情報で、今回の問題に活用できずに終わった)
「コントロールパネル→システムとセキュリティ→セキュリティとメンテナンス→信頼性履歴の表示→問題レポートをすべて表示」で確認できた、Edgeの問題の要約やイベント名等で検索したところ、再インストールを勧めるページが数点引っかかった
既に何日も経ちWindowsの再インストールかユーザーアカウントの作り直しをしようかと考えかけていたが、もう少し努力してみることにした
Edgeを (アプリファイルを手動で削除したりするのではなく) なるべく安全にアンインストールすれば、正常に再インストールできるのではと考え、検索結果通り(11・12)に作業してみた
それでも「アプリ」のアンインストールメニューは無効なままで操作できなかったが、他に事例が無いか、"IntegratedServicesRegionPolicySet.json"等の関連語句で再検索した
コマンドラインでアンインストールを試みた事例(13)が見つかり、実行したらEdgeが削除された (ただし、コマンドプロンプトでもポップアップウィンドウでも実行結果の表示がされなかった)
そして参考ページ4のインストーラを実行し、念のために修復とOSの再起動をかけ、Edgeの起動を確認した
Microsoftアカウントにログインしていたため、パスワードは簡単に復旧できた
拡張機能は全て死んでいたが、仮に使っていたChromiumブラウザからコピペしたりエクスポートしたりして終了
利用していた拡張が少なかったので、プロファイルフォルダの内容の移植よりもその方が簡単だった
1. SESSION BUDDY V3 END OF LIFE | Google グループ
https://groups.google.com/g/sessionbuddy-discuss/c/HQPcLOq3-Ik
2. Microsoft Edgeが直ぐ閉じてしまう。 | Microsoft コミュニティ
https://answers.microsoft.com/ja-jp/microsoftedge/forum/all/microsoft/c414d2f9-b685-471c-8e78-2054c2e26c6c
3. ある日突然「Microsoft Edge」が開かなくなった、さあどうしましょう:山市良のうぃんどうず日記(224) | @IT
https://atmarkit.itmedia.co.jp/ait/articles/2202/02/news009.html
https://www.microsoft.com/ja-jp/edge/download?form=MA13FJ
5. Windows10の「タスクバーにピン留めしているアプリ」の、「最近使ったもの」と「固定済み(いつも表示)」の設定ファイルとレジストリはここにある #Windows10 | Qiita
https://qiita.com/RyoIchimura/items/7e33980358f07e57a715
6. msconfig(システム構成)で解除してよいのは?使用場面と起動方法 | ドスパラ通販【公式】
https://www.dospara.co.jp/5info/cts_str_pc_msconfig.html
7. Windows Hello の概要とセットアップ | Microsoft サポート
https://support.microsoft.com/ja-jp/windows/windows-hello-%E3%81%AE%E6%A6%82%E8%A6%81%E3%81%A8%E3%82%BB%E3%83%83%E3%83%88%E3%82%A2%E3%83%83%E3%83%97-dae28983-8242-bb2a-d3d1-87c9d265a5f0
8. chrome.storageの実体の場所 #Chrome | Qiita
https://qiita.com/k7a/items/cf644471d34d31f398e9
9. 第2回 グループ・ポリシーとは何か:グループ・ポリシーのしくみ(3/5 ページ) | @IT
https://atmarkit.itmedia.co.jp/ait/articles/0602/23/news119_3.html
10. Microsoft Edge ブラウザー ポリシーに関するドキュメント | Microsoft Learn
https://learn.microsoft.com/ja-jp/deployedge/microsoft-edge-policies
11. Windows 11/10からMicrosoft Edgeをアンインストールするシンプルな方法が見つかる | ソフトアンテナ
https://softantenna.com/blog/windows-11-10-uninstall-edge/
12. Releases · thebookisclosed/ViVe | GitHub
https://github.com/thebookisclosed/ViVe/releases
Everyone been wondering why Yonezu (last name) Kenshi (first name) is wearing the heeled shoes. In one of his interviews he said that once he dreamed a funeral. Everyone was sad, but suddenly someone in the first line started to whistle loudly, in a way that annoyed the other people. They all started to say that he wasn't respecting the dead person because he wasn't being in silence for him, but Kenshi knew that the man whistling was communicating with the dead one. That was their own unique way to recognize each other. Maybe the others will think you're crazy or something negative, but it won't change the love that the whistling man has for his dead friend. Turns out that Kenshi got inspired by this dream so in the sing he wore heeled shoes, because he wants to let us know that he doesn't care what others say, it's his special way to express himself, because Kenshi was affected by High-functioning Autism which brought him to be smarter than the average, but he couldn't handle with social relationships, that's why he never had many friends since a young age and everyone made fun of him because of his character.
米津(姓)ケンシ(名)がなぜヒールの靴を履いているのか、誰もが不思議に思っていることだろう。
彼はあるインタビューで、葬式の夢を見たことがあると言っていた。みんな悲しんでいたのに、突然一列目の誰かが、他の人たちを困らせるような大きな口笛を吹き始めた。
彼らは皆、口笛を吹いているのは死者に敬意を払っていない、死者のために黙っているのではない、と言い始めた。それが彼ら独自の認識方法だったのだ。
もしかしたら、他の人からは頭がおかしいとか否定的な見方をされるかもしれないが、口笛を吹いている男が死んだ友人を愛していることに変わりはない。
というのも、ケンシは高機能自閉症の影響を受けていて、平均よりも頭がいいのだが、社会的な人間関係をうまくこなすことができなかった。
This made Kenshi very sad and from then on he started to hate himself because of his very uncommon name (in Japan there aren't many people that have Yonezu as last name and no one, but Yonezu Kenshi, is called Kenshi or the spelling is similar, plus it sounds like a stage name as well) he thought he was strange and weird, an uncommon person who shouldn't have existed (in fact in Japan there is a very strong will to follow the mass, which means if the greater part of girls have bangs, then the girls without bangs will try to have them or if they remain what they are, they might be isolated because different from the rest of the population). But Kenshi to make us, his fans, satisfied, he decided to collaborate with many people in the 2017 like the animators for MHA, DAOKO and Suda Masaki.
このことがケンシをとても悲しくさせ、それ以来ケンシは自分の名前の珍しさ(日本では米津を名字に持つ人は少ないし、米津ケンシ以外はケンシと呼ばないし、スペルも似ていない、 存在しないはずの珍しい人(実際、日本では大衆に従おうとする意志が非常に強い。つまり、前髪のある女の子が多ければ、前髪のない女の子も前髪を作ろうとするし、前髪のないままだと、他の人とは違うという理由で孤立するかもしれない)。しかし、ケンシは私たちファンを満足させるために、MHAのアニメーターやDAOKO、菅田将暉など、2017年に活躍した多くの人々とのコラボレーションを決めた。
He changed during his musical career, like the time he was still Hachi (ハチ) and he felt somehow lost in all of his fame, so he made this song wearing heeled shoes and then the next song, Flamingo, is very different from Lemon because many people started to listen and to know him after Lemon, but he wanted to know what they would think if Kenshi changed the rhythm and the kind, turns out that many of them were attracted by Lemon and they didn't like Flamingo, but they still subbed to Kenshi's YouTube channel. Thank you for reading all of this, English isn't my mother language so I'm sorry for the mistakes and as always, have a nice day :D
彼は音楽活動の中で変わっていった。例えば、彼がまだハチだった頃、有名になることにどこか迷いを感じて、ヒールのある靴を履いてこの曲を作った、 というのも、多くの人がLemonの後にKenshiを聴き始め、知るようになったからだ。しかし、彼はKenshiがリズムや種類を変えたらどう思うかを知りたかった。英語は母国語ではないので、間違いがあってごめんなさい。
Edit: You can find a video summary of Yonezu Kenshi's life and all of his interviews, it's in Mandarin tho. I hope you have a good translator to understand what he's saying.
米津建志の人生とインタビューの要約ビデオを見ることができます。彼が何を言っているのか理解するために、良い翻訳者がいることを願う。
I apologize, but I do not have enough context to determine what you are referring to. "NO WAR NO LIFE" and the mention of the "Czar of Russia and the King of the Jews" do not appear to be direct quotes from any copyrighted material that I am aware of. Without more information, I cannot provide a helpful response while ensuring I avoid reproducing copyrighted content. If you are able to provide additional context or clarify your question, I would be happy to assist you further to the best of my abilities.
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Could you check my sentence? Grammar and 単数形、複数形 and so on. Re write please.
I think career planning is not essential for a successful work life especially for woman. I would like to show example in Japan.
In Japan usually woman starts their carrier after graduated from the university. I saw statistics shows that woman’s salary starts from 1 to 3 million yen in the biggening. The peak of the salary will be around the age of 25 as 5 to 6 million yen. After that it will drop harshly to 100 million to 0 yen. Why we have this huge drop?
The reason is that most of Japanese woman retire after their marriage called “Hanayome Taisha” and some of them will be housewives, that means no longer to continue their carrier. However, these days it is very hard to live rely on man’s income to live in metropolis. Some of woman start working as a part timer to take care of their children while husband works fulltime and this makes woman not to be able to paid well. The statics shows that woman’s carrier restart between 30 to 35 years old but the salary will not be the peak like their 20s anymore. From these statistics, I think woman’s carrier depends on what kind of lifestyle they want.
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I think career planning is not essential for a successful work life, especially for women. I would like to provide an example from Japan.
In Japan, women usually start their careers after graduating from university. Statistics show that women's salaries start from 1 to 3 million yen at the beginning. The peak of their salary is typically around the age of 25, ranging from 5 to 6 million yen. However, after that, it drops sharply to 100 million to 0 yen. Why do we see this huge drop?
The reason is that most Japanese women retire after getting married, a phenomenon called "Hanayome Taisha," and some become housewives, meaning they no longer pursue their careers. However, these days it is very hard to rely solely on a man's income to live in a metropolis. Some women start working as part-timers to take care of their children while their husbands work full-time, which results in women not being paid well. Statistics show that women's careers restart between 30 and 35 years old, but the salary is not at its peak like in their 20s anymore. From these statistics, I believe a woman's career depends on the kind of lifestyle they want.
why you use women ? I used woman.
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I used "women" instead of "woman" because your original text seemed to refer to women in general, rather than a specific individual. When discussing women as a group, it's more common to use the plural form. However, if you prefer to use "woman" to refer to women in general, I can adjust the text accordingly.