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Instrumental and Vocal Stems
New feature
Pro & Premier users can now separate the vocals and instrumentals from songs, which will give you more control over how to use Suno.
How to use:
1 - Go to Library or Create, and click the vertical “...” on a song row
3 - If you’re not there already, you’ll be navigated to the Create page where you can see two new clips that are generating. One will be the instrumentals, and the other will be the vocals
You can then download or extend each individual clip.
ｷﾀｰ!!!!!!
これはProに入るタイミングかも知れんね！
歴史改竄でどうこうはアサクリより前からやっている。いちおう実名ってことになってるのに Facebook 同様に地獄めいてる
まぁ自分の経験をシェアするとか道徳的な話以外は Quora (en)も割と酷い
https://www.quora.com/Why-do-Afro-centrists-claim-that-the-first-samurai-warrior-was-a-black-African
"For a Samurai to be brave, he must have a bit of black blood "
日本人ならそんなことわざないこと誰でも知ってると思うんですけど、当然アサクリ関係ないサイトで見ることになる
リンク貼れないけど下記とか
https://www.levelman.com/where-black-people-fx-shogun/
あとアサクリ関係なくYASUKEの名前もトンデモ記述の中で見るけど、悪気無さそうなサイトや個人サイト貼るのはやめとくね
アフロ侍かっこいいし、肌の色の濃いヒーローやヒロインが活躍する作品はもっと増えるべきだと思う
あと、おそらく、日本にアフリカ系の血を引いた人が居たか居なかったかなら居た可能性もあるのではないかと思う
だから、肌の色の濃いヒーローが主人公なのはぜんぜん有りだと思うけど、
とにかく下記みたいな発言をやめろと、日本の団体や文化財の『使用許可ガン無視』と『利用料金ガン無視』の無断利用はやめろに尽きますわ
Assassin's Creed director: The right time to take series to Japan | BBC
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c163jexl7rxo
Shadow’s trailer also generated backlash from some gamers, who criticised the choice of Yasuke as a main character over a native Japanese protagonist.
Opponents have accused those critics of being racist, and have pointed out that Yasuke is based on a real-life person.
Charles, speaking to Newsbeat before the trailer dropped, says the developers “put a lot of emphasis on authenticity and making sure we depict Japan and the culture right”.
“So when we started the project, we had a historian with us from day one,” he says.
He says the team also consulted weapons experts and travelled to Japan to get a feel for the landscape and locations in the game.
シャドウのトレーラーは、一部のゲーマーからの反発も生みました。彼らは、日本人主人公ではなく弥助を主人公として選んだことを批判しました。
これに対して、批判者たちを人種差別主義者だと非難する声も上がっており、弥助が実在の人物に基づいていることが指摘されています。
チャールズは、トレーラー公開前にNewsbeat（BBCのニュース番組）との対話で、開発者たちが「日本とその文化を正しく描写することに重点を置き、真正性を重視した」と述べています。
あと首云々もひでーわな
It was surprisingly gory, like the decapitations, you could get coated in blood. How vital is that to the assassin’s fantasy?
（斬首シーンなどでは、予想外に残虐で、血まみれになることもありますね。これはアサシンのファンタジーにとってどれほど重要なのでしょうか？）
I think it’s not an assassin thing, it’s a Japan thing in our case. So looking at death was a day-to-day occurrence in that period, and the way most people died in Japan during that time is clean decapitations.
So we didn’t want to shy away from it, although you can turn off the violence if you want. There’s options for it. You can turn off the blood, you can turn off the dismemberment and stuff. So it’s more trying to be faithful to the war aspect of Japan at that period. Death was a common thing and decapitation was not a strange sight in Japan.
私たちの場合、これはアサシンに関することというよりも、日本に関することだと考えています。当時の日本では、死を目にすることは日常的なことでした。そしてその時代の日本で多くの人々が死んでいった方法は、きれいな斬首でした。
ですので、私たちはそれを避けようとはしませんでした。ただし、望めば暴力表現をオフにすることもできます。そのためのオプションがあります。血の表現をオフにしたり、切断などの表現をオフにしたりすることができます。これは、むしろその時代の日本の戦争の側面に忠実であろうとする試みなのです。死は日常的なことであり、斬首は日本では珍しい光景ではありませんでした。
https://videogames.si.com/features/assassins-creed-shadows-interview
公開済であるコンセプトアート2点に、関ケ原古戦場おもてなし連合「関ケ原鉄砲隊」の旗が無断で使用されているとのご指摘を受けております。
当該アートはコレクターズエディション内のアートブックに収録されることを除き、以降は新たな使用・配布等は行われません。
↓ でも実際には削除してません (なぜか、UBI許せないマンがUBIに抗議しろと町や観光協会にアタックしてくるみたいなのでアカウント名は省略)
私の書き方が悪かったかもしれないので再度返信についてポストします
・指摘のあった画像（吊るし首の方）は削除されました
・背景に小さく映り込んでいる画像は印刷の関係で判別できないため収録されています
箇条書きですが上記3点が回答でした
anond:20240723220838 anond:20240724015401
一般的な意味の侍なら苗字がねーのおかしいし、捕られたのに解放されるわきゃねーでしょ
まともな人なら、信長の家臣だった、大変気に入っていたようである、連れて歩いていた に留める
あと、別に日本だって、実在の登場人物を元にしたフィクションは無限に作ってるから、ちゃんとフィクションと書けば燃えなかった
『アサシン クリード シャドウズ』は、2 つの異なる体験をどのように融合させたのか｜Xbox Wire Japan
- Benoit： 戦国時代末期は、日本史における大きな転換期です。『アサシン クリード』シリーズは、その歴史描写と緻密な世界再現で知られていますが、
『アサシン クリード シャドウズ』でもそのこだわりを発揮できます。
本作は、織田信長のような 実在した歴史上の人物や当時の出来事を忠実に描いているので、封建時代の日本を舞台にゲームを楽しみながら、
この素晴らしい時代について学ぶことができます。
プレイヤーの皆さんは日本が誇り、日本史上にも活躍の記録が存在する「侍」と「忍」を体験することができるのです。
https://news.xbox.com/ja-jp/2024/05/16/assassins-creed-shadows-interview/
それから、この話題でどうこうやるの増田では初めてじゃないんだわ
ずっと前から歴史創造する謎人たちがなんやかんややってるの気にしてる増田投稿がある
たしかYASUKEのアニメかなんかあたりで多かったと思うよ、アレ本気にしてる人多いぞって。近々ではSHOGUN
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240311200843#
「ショーグン」の黒人はどこにいる？
いっちょがみしたいなら素直に 弥助 資料 で検索かけるといいんじゃない？
下記とかフツーに引っ掛かるで
織田信長の黒人家来、弥助についての資料を知りたい。 | レファレンス協同データベース
https://crd.ndl.go.jp/reference/entry/index.php?id=1000114712&page=ref_view
歴史改竄でどうこうはアサクリより前からやっている。いちおう実名ってことになってるのにFacebook同様に地獄めいてる
まぁ自分の経験をシェアするとか道徳的な話以外は Quora (en)も割と酷い
https://www.quora.com/Why-do-Afro-centrists-claim-that-the-first-samurai-warrior-was-a-black-African
"For a Samurai to be brave, he must have a bit of black blood "
日本人ならそんなことわざないこと誰でも知ってると思うんですけど、当然アサクリ関係ないサイトで見ることになる
リンク貼れないけど下記とか
https://www.levelman.com/where-black-people-fx-shogun/
あとアサクリ関係なくYASUKEの名前もトンデモ記述の中で見るけど、悪気無さそうなサイトや個人サイト貼るのはやめとくね
アフロ侍かっこいいし、肌の色の濃いヒーローやヒロインが活躍する作品はもっと増えるべきだと思う
あと、おそらく、日本にアフリカ系の血を引いた人が居たか居なかったかなら居た可能性もあるのではないかと思う
だから、肌の色の濃いヒーローが主人公なのはぜんぜん有りだと思うけど、
とにかく下記みたいな発言をやめろと、日本の団体や文化財の使用許可ガン無視と利用料金ガン無視の無断利用はやめろに尽きますわ
Assassin's Creed director: The right time to take series to Japan | BBC
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c163jexl7rxo
Shadow’s trailer also generated backlash from some gamers, who criticised the choice of Yasuke as a main character over a native Japanese protagonist.
Opponents have accused those critics of being racist, and have pointed out that Yasuke is based on a real-life person.
Charles, speaking to Newsbeat before the trailer dropped, says the developers “put a lot of emphasis on authenticity and making sure we depict Japan and the culture right”.
“So when we started the project, we had a historian with us from day one,” he says.
He says the team also consulted weapons experts and travelled to Japan to get a feel for the landscape and locations in the game.
シャドウのトレーラーは、一部のゲーマーからの反発も生みました。彼らは、日本人主人公ではなく弥助を主人公として選んだことを批判しました。
これに対して、批判者たちを人種差別主義者だと非難する声も上がっており、弥助が実在の人物に基づいていることが指摘されています。
チャールズは、トレーラー公開前にNewsbeat（BBCのニュース番組）との対話で、開発者たちが「日本とその文化を正しく描写することに重点を置き、真正性を重視した」と述べています。
あと首云々もひでーわな
It was surprisingly gory, like the decapitations, you could get coated in blood. How vital is that to the assassin’s fantasy?
（斬首シーンなどでは、予想外に残虐で、血まみれになることもありますね。これはアサシンのファンタジーにとってどれほど重要なのでしょうか？）
I think it’s not an assassin thing, it’s a Japan thing in our case. So looking at death was a day-to-day occurrence in that period, and the way most people died in Japan during that time is clean decapitations.
So we didn’t want to shy away from it, although you can turn off the violence if you want. There’s options for it. You can turn off the blood, you can turn off the dismemberment and stuff. So it’s more trying to be faithful to the war aspect of Japan at that period. Death was a common thing and decapitation was not a strange sight in Japan.
私たちの場合、これはアサシンに関することというよりも、日本に関することだと考えています。当時の日本では、死を目にすることは日常的なことでした。そしてその時代の日本で多くの人々が死んでいった方法は、きれいな斬首でした。
ですので、私たちはそれを避けようとはしませんでした。ただし、望めば暴力表現をオフにすることもできます。そのためのオプションがあります。血の表現をオフにしたり、切断などの表現をオフにしたりすることができます。これは、むしろその時代の日本の戦争の側面に忠実であろうとする試みなのです。死は日常的なことであり、斬首は日本では珍しい光景ではありませんでした。
https://videogames.si.com/features/assassins-creed-shadows-interview
なぜかAAAタイトルで無断使用しまくって突っ込まれる。その一例
公開済であるコンセプトアート2点に、関ケ原古戦場おもてなし連合「関ケ原鉄砲隊」の旗が無断で使用されているとのご指摘を受けております。
当該アートはコレクターズエディション内のアートブックに収録されることを除き、以降は新たな使用・配布等は行われません。
↓ でも実際には削除してません (なぜか、UBI許せないマンがUBIに抗議しろと町や観光協会にアタックしてくるみたいなのでアカウント名は省略)
私の書き方が悪かったかもしれないので再度返信についてポストします
・指摘のあった画像（吊るし首の方）は削除されました
・背景に小さく映り込んでいる画像は印刷の関係で判別できないため収録されています
箇条書きですが上記3点が回答でした
The Sneaky Relationship Ploy That's Screwing Over Women
https://www.instyle.com/lifestyle/weaponized-incompetence-defined
「 DE&I に関する 有毒なポジティブ思考 には賛成できない 」 ： 有色人種のPRプロフェッショナルが告白
「無能を武器」にして家事をやらない。そんなパートナーへの不満が爆発「食器をしまう場所はわからないと言うのに…」
https://www.huffingtonpost.jp/entry/weaponized-incompetence_jp_649a362ee4b09fcde59d7004
旦那がありえない方法で洗濯物を干してる。もう家事を任せられない……→それって「無能の武器化」なのでは？と指摘される
https://togetter.com/li/2393087
また公開してみる
コイツの続きになります https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240416183932
スカ好きもっと増えろ
103, 浅草ジンタ/自・燦々
107, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/めくれたオレンジ
108, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ，10-FEET/閃光
109, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/Pride Of Lions
110, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/Burning Scale
111, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/The Last Ninja
112, A Contratiempo Ska-Jazz/Kamusari
115, Blechreiz，Memoria Insuficiente Ska/Bumble Bee
117, Desorden Público/Música de Fiesta
118, Distemper/All Colors Crew
119, Eastern Standard Time/Sei Pazzo
121, Fanfare Ciocarlia/Cruzzzando el Compooo
122, Frau Doktor/Birks Works
123, Gypsy Ska Orquestra/El Majestuoso Imperio de Satanas
124, Karamelo Santo，Los Calzones/El Ritmo Indecente
125, La Parranda Magna/Crueldad Animal
128, Let's Go Bowling/Hot-Buttered
129, Los Calzones/Caras y Caretas
130, Los Calzones/La Felicidad
133, Los De Abajo/De Marcha
134, Los Tres Puntos/Perpetua
135, Madness/Night Boat to Cairo
137, Mocca Garden/บรึ๋ย (กลัวนะครับ OST ปอบหน้าปลวก)
138, Mocca Garden/ฮักสาวตาซัง
140, Nancy Ska Jazz Orchestra/Laisse tomber less filles
141, New Lion Ska/Quizas tu amor
142, New York Ska-Jazz Ensemble/Blowout
143, No Water Please/MA&PA
144, Off Beat Xperiment/Intentions
145, Oi-SKALL MATES/I can't Stay with You
146, Oi-SKALL MATES/Enjoy yourself
147, Oi-SKALL MATES/TALIO
148, Operation Ivy/Yellin' In My Ear
149, Out Of Control Army，Dr.Shenka/Al Fondo del Mar
150, Out Of Control Army，The Locos/Quién devuelve el tiempo?
151, Out Of Control Army/Lilith
152, Plegue Of Happiness/REBEL YOUTH
153, Plegue Of Happiness/TUNJAL
155, Quit Ska Jazz/Cold Duck Time
156, Random Hand/Devil With a Microphone
157, Reel Big Fish/Don't Stop Skankin'
158, ROUTE85/Over the Limit
160, Russkaja/Rock'n Roll Today
161, Russkaja/Zirk
162, Russkaja/Love Revolution
164, Salon Victoria/Salome
165, Salon Victoria/Tumbao Fregao
166, Salon Victoria/Mr．Yamamoto
167, Save Ferris/Come on Eileen
168, Sessiones Reggae/Barracas Ska Tango
170, SHOW-SKA/ナオミの夢
171, SKA FREAKS/From This Room
175, SkaZka Orchestra/Bormental
176, Sonora de Llegar/Hipo ska
177, Sonora Skandalera/Eslabón
178, St.Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review/Monochrome Memories
179, St.Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review/4.70
180, St.Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review/Four
181, St.Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review/Trip Back To Childhood
182, The Autocratics/Solid State SKA
183, The Determinations/TIPSY
184, The Determinations/New day
185, The Interrupters/Rumors and Gossip
186, The Interrupters/Babylon
187, The Locos/Espacio Exterior
188, The Middle Volga Social Club/Give Me the Way
190, The OLDTONES/Monopolistic
191, The Rude Monkey Bones/La persecución
192, The Scofflaws/Rudy's Back
193, The Skatalites/Bamako Ska
194, The Specials/Nite Klub
195, TRI4TH/FULL DRIVE
196, Vallanzaska/Si si si no no no
197, Voodoo Glow Skulls/Fat Randy
198, Voodoo Glow Skulls/Left For Dead
199, Киоск/Маршрут 400
200, ผดุง ทรงแสง (แจ๊ส)，ThepPhithak/ป๊าด 8
おススメ引き続き募集中です
個人的には、2000年以降のジャマイカスカとか、上海あたりの大編成中華スカバンドとか、ホーミー入りのモンゴルスカとかあれば聞いてみたいところ
結論🐜きなんだよな
フツーに考えてちょうだいよ🥺
| 表章項目 | 0_総数 | 11_（卒業者）小学校 | 12_（卒業者）中学校 | ⭐️13_（卒業者）高校・旧中⭐️ | 14_（卒業者）短大・高専 | 15_（卒業者）大学 | 16_（卒業者）大学院 |
| 就業者数 | 57,673,630 | 40,540 | 3,890,760 | ⭐️ 22,752,520⭐️ | 10,185,420 | 15,384,510 | 1,820,950 |
⭐️高校・旧中卒業者（13_高校・旧中）: 約 39.448%⭐️
https://www.e-stat.go.jp/stat-search/files?stat_infid=000032266827
正社員の最終学歴をみると、⭐️「高校・旧中学」の労働者割合が42.2％と最も多く、⭐️
次いで「大学・大学院」が31.8％、「高専・短大」が13.4％、「専修学校（専門課程）」が7.6％、「中学・旧小学」が2.4％となっている。
https://www.mhlw.go.jp/toukei/itiran/roudou/koyou/keitai/03/kekka5.html
※高卒は正規労働者だけでなく、主婦パートや自営業者も高卒が多い
大企業ほど、現業・ IT・営業などの中途採用で、学歴不問(規定があってもせいぜい高卒)で直雇用で入れる部門がある
IBM のエグゼクティブ チェアである Ginni Rometty は、2016 年に「ニュー カラーの仕事」という用語を作り出しました
IBM はまた、多くの職位から教育要件を取り除くことで、新しいカラー ジョブの波を推進しました。ロメッティとチームが最初に学位よりもスキルを優先したとき、IBM の職務の 95% で 4 年制の学位が必要でした。会社の手紙によると、2021 年の時点で、必要とするのは半数未満です。
米国国勢調査局によると、25 歳以上の人の 40% 未満が学士号を持っていません。これは、就労資格のある人の過半数 (62%) が、1 つの学位要件だけでジョブプールから除外されることを意味します。
「企業は、大学の学位を必要としない役割、仕事、規律、および責任があることをようやく理解しています」と Herrera 氏は言います。「彼らは、才能ある人を惹きつけたり採用したりすることに関して、自分たちの思い通りになっていないことに気付きました。」
「彼らは、履歴書に学位しかないエントリーレベルの個人を採用するのではなく、実績のある仕事、ボランティア、およびスキルの経験を持つ候補者をターゲットにしています。」
2016年にニューカラーの雇用モデルを採用して以来、Rometty氏はフォーチュンに、IBMが学士号を取得していない従業員は、学士号を取得している従業員や高度な博士号を取得している従業員と同じくらい成功していると語った. スキルを持った学位を持たない人材を採用しても、企業のビジネスに悪影響を与えることはありません。雇用にかかる時間を節約し、多様な労働力を育成するための資産となる可能性があります。
New Collar Jobs: Why Companies Are Prioritizing Skills Over School
日本のオーバークオリフィケーションの割合は31％、OECD加盟国の中でオーバークオリフィケーションの割合がもっとも高い国
現代社会において多くの仕事が無意味であり、社会にとって価値を生み出していないという人類学者であるデヴィッド・グレーバー氏の主張も有
ブルシット・ジョブの特徴と分類
グレーバー氏は、以下の特徴を持つ仕事が「ブルシット・ジョブ」であるとしています。
- 社会的有用性が低い: 仕事の目的が不明確であったり、社会への貢献が極めて限定的であったりする。
- 無意味だと感じる: 従業員自身がその仕事の必要性に疑問を感じている。
- 他の人のため: 主に他のポジションの正当化のために存在する。
○ 具体的な例
現代って産業の高度化がかなり進んでるから正直、高卒程度の知識じゃ全く足りないんだよね(anond:20240501105551)
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240415093918#
https://www.stratascratch.com/blog/data-engineer-vs-data-scientist-similarities-and-differences/
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 eat—indeed, 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
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.
“Sex is not the same as gender.”
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女性アスリートを圧倒し、彼らに水泳記録を塗り替える体格を与えてくれるのは、あなたのジェンダーではない。生物学的性別なのだ。更衣室で女性を動揺させるのは、あなたの服を着ていないジェンダーではない。それはあなたの生物学的性別だ。」
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Apple、新iPad Proの動画「Crush!」について「的外れだった」と謝罪
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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。
ChatGPTでも最初の一文にはお手上げの模様
この文章を英語に翻訳してください 責任転嫁する性別大概にしろよ チンカス政治家の代わりに30年以上停滞させた責任とってハラキリしろ産業廃棄物め ChatGPT "Take responsibility for shifting blame, regardless of gender. Instead of blaming others, take responsibility for the over 30 years of stagnation caused by incompetent politicians and commit hara-kiri, you industrial waste."
あらゆるルートの結論が「親密な１対１の人間関係の中にしか人間の救いはない」と語っているようで気持ちが悪い。
人間は他者と交流することによって社会を形成してはいるが、そこにある救いの形を１対１の恋愛関係に収束されてしまうのはどうも筋が悪いように思う。
こんなことを恋愛シミュレーションゲームに言うのがそもそも筋違いであるのだが、あの頃※１のオタク界におけるエロゲの勢力拡大は凄まじく全てのADVが自動的にエロゲの文脈に落とし込まれていった。
エロゲの文脈とはすなわち「主人公が、女の子と恋愛関係になり※２、その結果として主人公や女の子が抱えていた人生の宿題が解決する」というものだ。
人生におけるありとあらゆる問題は人間関係の結果として解決されるわけだ。
現実が相手ならそんなわけはないと言えるが、生憎あれらはゲームなので、そういう文脈なのだと言われたらもうぐうの音も出ない※３。
俺はCROSS†CHANNEL※４，５ が好きなんだが、あのゲームは泣きゲーに近い所はあるし、人間関係の中に人生の答を見出すが、それは１対１の関係の中に見出すわけじゃない。
アレは、世界と自分の関係について自分の中で答を落とし込んでいく過程として他者との交流、相互理解があるという物語だ※６。
俺だってさ、誰かが本気でお互いのことを考えてくれたら一人では解けない愛のパズルが解けてついでに人生も大体どうにかなるってファンタジーが嫌いなわけじゃないよ。
でもそれがこの世界におけるあらゆる感動的な物語の全てなんじゃないかってぐらいの勢いでそんな話ばかりされるのにはうんざりしてたんだ。
今はもうすっかり業界も下火になったし、力のあるライターが外に出ていったり、ソシャゲを作ってたり、そしてエロシーンを積まない業界でやってたり、トゥルーエンドが一般化したり、そういったことによって「エンディングの形はヒロインと結ばれることだけである※７」という考えは薄れてきているように思う。
そもそも「泣きゲー」というジャンル自体がかなり弱まってきて、人の気持ちを震わせる方法はいい感じのBGMを流しつつ声優に涙声演技させる事だけじゃないし、ガチで感動できるゲームは泣く以外にも笑ったり感心したりさせてくるから「泣き」に特化してるわけでもないなと界隈の空気が変わってきている気がするんだよな。
だからもう俺の「泣きゲー」アレルギーみたいなのも時代遅れになった。
時代遅れになった今だから言えるんだが※８、俺は「泣きゲー」と言われているものが好きじゃなかったよ。
さあ、これが俺のEDだ。
スチルを出してEDテーマを流そう※９。
※１ ２０年ぐらい前のエロゲ全盛期。KANONや月姫の時代。ネットでは皆エロゲをやっていて、未成年はPS２とかでエロゲをやっていた。きっと多くの親御さんが「この子もキモータになるのかしら」と心配していたことだろう。今はスマホで出来るので親にバレなくて安心。
※２ 一部の鬼畜ゲーだと恋愛関係にはならずレイプしたり調教したりする関係になる。が、今回は泣きゲーの話なので省く。が、レイプとかする関係の泣きゲーだってあるにはある。が、今回はその話は省く。
※３ うぐぅに空目したかも知れないが、俺はちゃんと「もうぐうの音も」と書いている。お前の心が歪んでいるからそう見えるんだ。
※４ Google日本語入力が覚えてくれているおかげで「ダガー」で変換する必要がなくなったの楽ちんだね
※５ 山田ロミオの名作エロゲ。全ての発達障害と障害者と自閉症とその他諸々がプレイするべき。ただし精神疾患を持っている人がやると危ないので辞めたほうがいい。
※６ そして物語の最後、それぞれのキャラクター達との間でそれぞれの形での１対１の関係が描かれ、それが受け手に「いろんな形でのつながり、いろんな他者の解釈があっていいのだ」と伝えてくれるわけだ。
ミキミキの解釈と霧の解釈が２つに割れて、それに対してお互いが「自分の内心は譲らない」「相手の内心を無理に変えさせる気はない」という形に自然に落ち着いている所が、救われるんだよな、他人の中にある自分の像にもまた多様性が許されていいっていうただそれだけの話なんだけどさ、現実の世界にいる奴らはいざそういう話になったら「そんなの当たり前だろ？」って顔するくせに実際には「いやいや、同じ情報を与えられてその人から得る印象なんて概ね１つに定まるんじゃないの？」みたいな風に平気で思い込んでたりするんだろうなってのが滲み出まくってるじゃん俺はアレが本当に辛くってさ、救われたんだよな、二人のそんな姿に。
※７ バッドエンドとして一人ものエンドがあるだろってツッコミもあるだろうが、アレはGAME OVERの１つでしかないだろ？
※８ 俺はKYじゃないから、流行り物に水を差したくないってことだ。
※９ バッドエンドじゃないのかって？そうかも知れないな。結局、俺の物語は奇跡が起きなかったんだよ※１０。
奇跡が起きて全員が助かる話
