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はてなキーワード: Onlyとは
南京事件や慰安婦は無かった！ってやってる界隈も、暇なんとかさんの界隈も参戦してるし、
むしろ、その界隈しか騒いでないことにしたい白人様（日本の大学教授)もいる
PSA: It's not only "white racists" who are angry about the new Assassin's Creed game. A lot of Japanese internet users are angry too. Why?
Check this image for some examples of Japanese netizens expressing their views about Assassin's Creed Shadows.
(お知らせ：新しいアサシン・クリードゲームに怒っているのは「白人の人種差別主義者」だけではありません。多くの日本のインターネットユーザーも怒っています。なぜでしょうか？
アサシン・クリード・シャドウズについて日本のネットユーザーが意見を表明している例をこの画像で確認してください。)
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ジャアアアアアアアアアアアアアアアアアアアアアアって言ってる人も突っ込んでですけどね
だってあからさまにおかしなのが査読通ってるから(史料や教科書と異なる)
なお、日本のアカデミアは本当にどうしようもないところにまで来ている (https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240726180651#)に書いた通り、
anond:20240726181641 anond:20240726181751 anond:20240726181827 anond:20240726183348 anond:20240726184111
日本には大学教授や研究者を適切に評価するシステムが無いため、多くの人は下記のタイプと接する機会が多かった😭
あと、日本の平均賃金から見たら、大学教授や研究者の賃金は、べつに低いとは言えない。むしろ上位を占めている。
| 職業 | 年齢 | おおよそ の月収 | ボーナス 等 | おおよそ の年収 | 労働者数 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 航空機操縦士 | 43.1 | 138 | 123 | 1,779 | 4,970 |
| 医師★ | 41.6 | 97 | 63 | 1,227 | 77,920 |
| (男女合計)管理的職業従事者 | 50.2 | 47 | 522 | 1,086 | 6,720 |
| 大学教授（高専含む）★ | 58.0 | 66 | 275 | 1,067 | 59,530 |
| 法務従事者 | 49.9 | 68 | 176 | 992 | 21,150 |
| 大学准教授（高専含む）★ | 48.9 | 55 | 207 | 867 | 39,880 |
| 歯科医師★ | 40.5 | 60 | 42 | 762 | 15,090 |
| その他の経営・金融・保険専門職業従事者 | 39.3 | 46 | 156 | 708 | 16,000 |
| 大学講師・助教（高専含む）★ | 41.6 | 49 | 108 | 696 | 56,890 |
| 高等学校教員 | 43.1 | 43 | 163 | 679 | 69,200 |
| 研究者★ | 39.8 | 42 | 156 | 660 | 118,450 |
| 輸送用機器技術者 | 40.1 | 41 | 159 | 651 | 191,480 |
| 小・中学校教員 | 40.3 | 42 | 146 | 650 | 31,200 |
| システムコンサルタント・設計者 | 40.4 | 46 | 97 | 649 | 78,730 |
| 電気・電子・電気通信技術者 （通信ネットワーク技術者を除く） | 41.8 | 41 | 154 | 646 | 285,830 |
そのため、賃金を上げろと言われても、日々の生活や老後のことを考える我々的には、『いや、十分な額でしょ。ナメとんのか？』となってしまい、
ほとんどの人は、大学教授や研究者の賃金を上げることに賛成しなかった
(つか、上記の状況を見続けて、おけおけ！上げとこ上げとこ👌なんて感情にはまずならんでしょ😒)
高学報酬による競争で全体の質を担保するのではなく、個人の情熱と能力と使命感と倫理観だけに全てお任せしてしまった結果、もう本当にどうしようもないことになった
まずはこれ
"民" とか時代劇の殿様かな？っていうスゲー文章だが、2024年の東京大学准教授の投稿である(成りすましでなければ)
アサシン・クリード・シャドウズの問題、いつか鎮静化すれば良いと思っていたが、民が暴徒化しており、お気楽なパブリックヒストリアンたちは口を噤んでいるようなので、Xなるものを稼働させることにした。時々呟く。
そして、これもまさかの2024年の日本の大学教授（わざわざプロフィールで所属と身分を明かしている)の投稿である、うっへぇ～ありがてぇ～～～
PSA: It's not only "white racists" who are angry about the new Assassin's Creed game. A lot of Japanese internet users are angry too. Why?
Check this image for some examples of Japanese netizens expressing their views about Assassin's Creed Shadows.
(お知らせ：新しいアサシン・クリードゲームに怒っているのは「白人の人種差別主義者」だけではありません。多くの日本のインターネットユーザーも怒っています。なぜでしょうか？
アサシン・クリード・シャドウズについて日本のネットユーザーが意見を表明している例をこの画像で確認してください。)
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いわゆる "坂上田村麻呂黒人説" や "African Samurai: The True Story of Yasuke, a Legendary Black Warrior in Feudal Japan" (←実話・真実の物語とされている) などは、
それに便乗する白人至上主義者によるアジア人の透明化と文化の盗用（ホワイトウォッシュしながらアフロセントリズムを押つけ、アジア人を透明化する糞ムーブ)、
上記に類するアクション（『日本人は怒ってない』とSNSでお気持ちを勝手に代弁するありがてぇ白人様たち）に対して懸念を持っています
これは、司馬遼太郎氏やカジュアルな歴史小説家の作品、あるいは娯楽時代劇のフィクションを真に受けるのとは、ほんのちょっとだけ毛色が違います。
"坂上田村麻呂黒人説" の言い出しっぺは、今から100年以上前、カナダの人類学者、Alexander Francis Chamberlain 氏です。
米国の非営利団体 Internet Archive で原著を確認できると思うんですけど、
氏は『The Contribution of the Negro to Human Civilization』(1911年)という論文の中でこう書いてます。
484 ALEXANDER FRANCIS CHAMBERLAIN
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And we can cross the whole of Asia and find the Negro again, for, when, in far-off Japan, the ancestors of the modern Japanese were making their way northward against the Ainu, the aborigines of that country.
（そして、我々はアジア全土を横断して再び黒人を見出すことができる。遠く離れた日本では、現代日本人の祖先がその国の先住民であるアイヌに対して北上を進めていた時に。）
THE CONTRIBUTION OF THE NEGRO 485
the leader of their armies was Sakanouye Tamuramaro,
（彼らの軍隊の指導者は 坂上田村麻呂 であり、有名な将軍であり、黒人であった。)
Full text of "The Contribution of the Negro to Human Civilization"
まぁこんなこんな感じで唐突に 『坂上田村麻呂 は黒人である』 と論文の中で言い出してるんですね。
そして、この論文の記述を 全米黒人地位向上協会（NAACP) の設立者の一人である W・E・B・デュボイス氏 が、『The Negro』（1915年）にもしたため、
As rulers and warriors we remember such Negroes as Queen Nefertari and Amenhotep III among many others in Egypt; Candace and Ergamenes in Ethiopia; Mansa Musa, Sonni Ali, and Mohammed Askai in the Sudan; Diaz in Brazil, Toussaint L'Ouverture in Hayti, Hannivalov in Russia, Sakanouye Tamuramaro in Japan, the elder Dumas in France, Cazembe and Chaka among the Bantu, and Menelik, of Abyssinia; the numberless black leaders of India, and the mulatto strain of Alexander Hamilton.
(統治者や戦士としては、エジプトの多くの中でもネフェルタリ女王とアメンホテプ3世、エチオピアのカンダケとエルガメネス、スーダンのマンサ・ムーサ、ソンニ・アリ、モハメド・アスカイ、ブラジルのディアス、ハイチのトゥサン・ルヴェルチュール、ロシアのハンニバロフ、日本の坂上田村麻呂、フランスの父デュマ、バントゥ族のカゼンベとチャカ、アビシニアのメネリク2世などの黒人を思い出します。また、インドの無数の黒人指導者たち、そしてアレクサンダー・ハミルトンの混血の血筋も挙げられます。)
The Negro
さらに後続の米国黒人公民権運動で活用されたり、歴史フィクションのアイデア元になった歴史があります。
そのため、一部の児童向けサイトや教師向けサイトでYASUKEと共に今も見掛けることが稀にあります。
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は無いこと知っていると思うんですけど、ググると色んなところで見掛けます
Why do Afro-centrists claim that the first samurai warrior was a black African? | Quora
https://www.quora.com/Why-do-Afro-centrists-claim-that-the-first-samurai-warrior-was-a-black-African
弥助(YASUKE)は、取得難易度が高い日本語を解する多言語話者の黒人の方で、しかも剛力で恵体、世が世なら・・・と言うとても優秀な方だったみたいです。
弥助はえらい人の覚えがめでたく、織田信長は彼を大変気に入って、連れて歩いていたようです。彼は道具持ちを任され、わざわざそのことが記録にも残っています。
頭が良くて体格もいいとかカッコイイし、本来であれば正当にその実力が報われて欲しかったし、彼がヒーローして描かれるフィクションが作られるのは共感できます。
というかフィクションであれば、もっとアフロサムライやキンバリーみたいな肌の色が濃い侍や忍者が増えて欲しいですね。
(最近のゲームでは Rise of the Ronin みたいに、主人公の人種を自由に設定できるオプションがデフォだけど)
ただ、史実では、さまざまなことが重なって、弥助は一般的に武士(侍)ではありませんでした。そもそも、有力武将や宣教師などでは無かった為、ほとんど記録には残っていません。
わずかに残される記録(ネットでも確認できる)からわかることは、下記くらいです。
『ゆうて、一部の歴史オタク が 弥助は武士(侍)って言ってるだけでしょ』『時代劇でもよくフィクション入るじゃん』って思うでしょ？🤔
それが、どういうわけか、YASUKE の 英語版の Wikipedia 見ると、日本のアカデミアのお墨付き貰ってるのとか、参考文献に引っ張ってきてるのよね。それも京都大学とかの
ZINBUN は査読付き学術誌と京大で紹介されてるんですけど、その中でこんな風に書かれてます。
Perhaps more extraordinary is that Yasuke’s story does not end here. Retained as an attendant by Nobunaga, he later accompanied him into battle against the rival lord Akechi Mitsuhide (1528? - 1582) who upon defeating Nobunaga at Horyuji, spared the African and subsequently released him.
(さらに驚くべきことに、弥助の話はここで終わりません。信長の従者として残された彼は、後に信長と共に、ライバルの大名(rival lord)である明智光秀（1528? -1582）との戦いに参加しました。光秀は法隆寺で信長を破った際、このアフリカ人の命を助け、その後解放しました。)
Excluded Presence : Shoguns, Minstrels, Bodyguards, and Japan's Encounters with the Black Other
https://repository.kulib.kyoto-u.ac.jp/dspace/bitstream/2433/71097/1/40_15.pdf
Horyuji(法隆寺)かぁ。あと、さすが魔王ノッブ、1万を超えたとも言われる大軍勢を前に、自刃することなく弥助と共に立ち向かっちゃうぜ。諦めたらそこで試合終了だもんな(白目)
更にこれに加えて、日大の教授が、いろんなところで、弥助は日本で最も有名な外国生まれの武士(侍)となった、
弥助は本能寺にいて伝令の役割を担った、弥助の最後の使命は首を守ることだったとか、いろいろ言って回ってますからね
African samurai: The enduring legacy of a black warrior in feudal Japan ｜CNN
https://edition.cnn.com/2019/05/19/asia/black-samurai-yasuke-africa-japan-intl/index.html
そんなわけで、YASUKEの件も、司馬遼太郎氏やカジュアルな歴史小説家の作品、あるいは娯楽時代劇のフィクションを真に受けるのとは、ほんのちょっとだけ毛色が違います
文字数制限に引っ掛かったから続く → 日本のアカデミアは本当にどうしようもないところにまで来ている・２
Meta: pinup
A genre of art harking back as far as the 1890s, consisting of a simple posed model. The model in question can be clothed or nude, but generally expresses sexuality without hammering it into the viewer's face. Typically, the model is looking at the camera (e.g. the "viewer") or slightly off-camera.
As a general rule, the background should not distract from the main subject in the post. With the exception of themed pinups (such as sports or beach), the background is usually plain, blurred, or sparse so as not to distract attention away from the main subject.
・望まない妊娠をした場合(特に南部は中絶が厳しいのもあるので)
・継続的な望まない夫婦間レイプで離婚調停中や離婚後に、スマホのカメラなどの証拠をもとに訴える場合です。
・DVや暴言で離婚する場合も、証拠が取れれば夫婦間レイプも証拠にするのでは？と思います。
日本での性的被害全体の申告率(注:検挙率ではない)は法務省統計では14%ほどですが
日本経済新聞
https://www.nikkei.com/article/DGXMZO52756330Z21C19A1CR0000/
“東京都が大規模なアンケート調査を行ったところ、女性の４５％、男性の９％が痴漢の被害にあったことがあると回答した”(NHK)
とあります。
https://www3.nhk.or.jp/shutoken-news/20240224/1000102301.html
また英語版ウィキペディアの“Rape”(レイプ)のページでは日本の強姦の暗数の多さが指摘されています。
In 2024, the University of Cambridge did a study on Rape in Japan. They found that while Japanese police claim to solve 97 percent of rape cases. Only 5–10 percent of rape victims report it to police, and police record less than half of reported cases while prosecutors charge about one-third of recorded cases. Also for every 1000 rapes in Japan, only 10–20 (1–2%) result in the offender being charged and convicted.
［翻訳］2024年、ケンブリッジ大学は日本における強姦に関する調査を行った。その結果、日本の警察は強姦事件の97％を解決していると主張しているが、強姦被害者のわずか5～10％しか警察に通報しておらず、警察が記録するのは通報された事件の半分以下であるのに対し、検察は記録された事件の約3分の1を起訴している。また、日本では1000件の強姦のうち、犯人が起訴され有罪判決を受けるのはわずか10～20件（1～2％）に過ぎないことが判明した。
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape
これらを見ると欧米諸国での性犯罪率が日本よりはるかに高い…と言い切れるのか？
と疑問に感じています。
私自身は欧米諸国が性犯罪の点において日本より素晴らしいとここで発信したい訳ではありませんが、欧米諸国はどの国も性犯罪に関しては危ない国だと考えに繋がりかねず(国によってもかなり10倍とか数にバラつきがある)
In an interview with The Times, Sir Keir was presented with a question posed by author JK Rowling on whether people who are born male and have gone through a legal transition process should be able to use female-only spaces.
Writing on X, formerly Twitter, the Harry Potter author, who has said she would “struggle to support” Labour if he does not change his stance on trans rights, asked: “Do biological males with gender recognition certificates have the right to enter women-only spaces? It’s a simple yes/no question.”
In response, Sir Keir said: “No. They don’t have that right. They shouldn’t. That’s why I’ve always said biological women’s spaces need to be protected.”
タイムズのインタビューで、スターマー氏は、J.K.ローリングによって提起された、男性として生まれ、法的な性別移行プロセスを経た人が女性専用のスペースを使用できるべきかどうかという質問を受けました。
「X」（旧Twitter）で、「ハリー・ポッター」シリーズの著者であり、もしスターマー氏がトランスジェンダーの権利に関する立場を変えなければ「労働党を支持するのに苦労する」と述べているローリングは、「性別認識証明書を持つ生物学的男性には、女性専用スペースに入る権利があるのか？これは単純なイエス／ノーの質問です」と問いかけました。
これに対し、スターマー氏は「いいえ、その権利はありません。あるべきではありません。だからこそ、私は常に生物学的女性のスペースを保護する必要があると言ってきました」と答えました。
記事を読んでも元論文を読んでも、MRIによる区別が可能なのは脳の働きが単純に二分化されている場合のみであって、モザイク状に特徴が入り交じる人間の脳においてはそのような際立って一貫した特徴は発見出来なかった、までしか書いてないぞ
「性差はある」という明確な文章を無視して「MRIでは性差の根拠にはならなかった」という消極的否定だけを取り上げるお前の方が恣意的な読み方してるだろ
―― MRIで測定しても、脳の特徴は単純に男女で区別できず、「男性は○○が得意」「女性は△△を好む」といった言説の根拠にはならなかった、ということでしょうか。
Documented sex/gender differences in the brain are often taken as support of a sexually dimorphic view of human brains ("female brain" or "male brain"). However, such a distinction would be possible only if sex/gender differences in brain features were highly dimorphic (i.e., little overlap between the forms of these features in males and females) and internally consistent (i.e., a brain has only "male" or only "female" features).
It's sudden, but right now in Japan, creativity is facing a true crisis. Characters like Uzaki-chan, Onsen Musume, and Tojo Rika are being targeted and flamed, game character designs are being infiltrated by political correctness, Johnny's Entertainment is being dismantled, swimsuit photo sessions in parks are being canceled, Hitoshi Matsumoto is being publicly shamed, and the new AV law was enacted without considering the opinions of those directly involved. Every form of expression in every venue is currently under unreasonable pressure.
How does this connect to the Tokyo gubernatorial election? In fact, a major event directly linked to this is occurring in the 2024 Tokyo gubernatorial election. As a creator, I hope this message reaches you.
What I am about to share is a story about someone named Himasora Akane, who you should know about to resist such pressures. But before I dive into that story, I want to express my deep gratitude to my old friend Nozomi for giving me the opportunity to post this article in a place where many creators will see it. As someone who also loves manga, anime, and games, I hope this information will benefit Japanese society and support Nozomi's activities.
Himasora Akane Should Be the Governor of Tokyo
First, I would like to make a straightforward request to you as a creator: please support Himasora Akane for governor. In this election, please write "Himasora Akane" on your ballot. The voting day is July 7th. Even if you are not a Tokyo resident, I ask that you at least listen to this story. If you find it interesting, please share it with your friends, family, and acquaintances. You can check Himasora Akane's campaign promises and the background of their candidacy on their Twitter (X) posts linked below:
Himasora Akane (Tokyo gubernatorial candidate)
https://x.com/himasoraakane/status/1804846779399324095
Himasora Akane Will Not Allow Our Culture to Be Burned
Himasora Akane is an ordinary otaku who loves manga, anime, and games. Known as "Cognitive Profiling Detective Akane Himasora," he has been active on Twitter (X) and YouTube, and now he is running for governor. Akane, who is deeply concerned about the repression and destruction of otaku culture, is challenging those who seek to destroy our culture alone. Akane will never allow those who try to burn our culture.
As mentioned at the beginning, all forms of expression are currently under pressure. Otaku culture, in particular, seems to be a prime target.
Uzaki-chan Blood Donation Poster Controversy (2019): A collaboration between the Japanese Red Cross Society and the manga Uzaki-chan was flamed for allegedly being overly sexual in its PR illustration.
V-Tuber Traffic Safety Video Controversy (2021): A V-Tuber hired by the Matsudo Police Department in Chiba Prefecture was deemed too sexual for public agency PR.
Onsen Musume Controversy (2021): Characters personifying local hot springs were criticized as sexist.
Mie Transport Official Character Controversy (2024): A character in a bus driver's uniform released by Mie Transport was flamed for evoking sexual images.
These controversies are often fueled by so-called political correctness and feminism. For creators, these are direct threats. If these factions label your work as sexual and demand it be burned to ashes, could you resist? How would you feel if your painstakingly created work, like your own child, was trampled by people who have no regard for your efforts? Could you continue your creative activities while constantly shrinking away?
Himasora Akane saw something behind these flaming incidents. He started investigating the key figure behind the Onsen Musume controversy, a representative of a general incorporated association in Tokyo. This association's core business, the Young Female Victims Support Project, received substantial public funds from Tokyo. Akane submitted public document disclosure requests to Tokyo and thoroughly dug into the organization. During his investigation, Akane uncovered many suspicions suggesting this project was unworthy of public funding, which he exposed one by one on social media.
Negligent accounting reports, taking protected girls to the Henoko base protest in Okinawa, Communist Party members waiting in the bus used to protect girls—these revelations drew significant attention online. The investigation extended beyond this general incorporated association to other NPOs receiving public funds, and Akane named this cluster of issues the "WBPC problem" after the initials of these organizations.
Akane's YouTube Channel (WBPC Problem Playlist)
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLI5gTciLKtAXRyzv9j5FiNMcc8eoEBbMN
From here, Akane's story expanded to resident audits, resident lawsuits, and national compensation lawsuits concerning the Tokyo Young Female Victims Support Project. Akane discovered that behind many flaming incidents, there is no clear command structure but a group of various political organizations and activists working together like an amoeba. He named this group the "Nanika Group" (Nanika means "something" in Japanese), a reference to the mysterious, ominous "something from another place" in the manga HUNTER×HUNTER, which Akane loves. The Nanika Group is also connected to welfare interests, where public funds flow unchecked. Akane called this phenomenon "Public Fund Chu-Chu" (siphoning).
For creators, this means the tax money they earn through hard work is used to burn their precious works. It's an intolerable situation.
Himasora Akane Is Fighting Against Those Who Burn Our Culture
In November 2022, a major event marked a turning point in this series of controversies. The general incorporated association under scrutiny held a press conference at the parliamentary office building, gathering media and announcing a lawsuit against Akane. This "Legal Harassment Press Conference," as it was called online, involved multiple layers of power: the government, the media, and a team of seven lawyers targeting a single individual.
However, Akane did not back down. Instead, he intensified his pursuit, exploiting the opponent's careless statements as lawsuit fodder. This led to an outpouring of support on social media, with his Twitter follower count skyrocketing and 160 million yen in donations for legal fees.
The following year, a resident audit request filed by Akane resulted in Tokyo's official website recognizing some improper points and deciding to audit the organization. However, Tokyo's lenient audit led Akane to file a resident lawsuit. Suspicion also turned towards Governor Yuriko Koike for allocating public funds through dubious sole-source contracts. Tokyo began excessively redacting documents in response to public document requests, attempting to conceal the issue. Koike's promise to end document redaction quietly disappeared from her campaign page.
Throughout this battle, Akane has been a target of criminal complaints and faced threats, yet he persists. His book "Netoge Senshi" was released amid bookstore threats, but only the criminal complaint was widely reported by the media, portraying Akane negatively.
Himasora Akane is an ordinary otaku, a top-tier online gamer during his student days, and a talented game creator who worked for a major game company and later a venture company. His meticulous work on the game "Shin Goku no Valhalla Gate" was betrayed by the company's CEO, leading to a seven-year legal battle that Akane ultimately won, securing 600 million yen. This experience fuels his fierce opposition to having his creations burned.
Before investigating the Young Female Victims Support Project, Akane exposed fraudulent feminist "knights" on his YouTube channel, shaking the internet. He detests lies and has an uncanny ability to detect them.
Akane is a special individual with extraordinary abilities, honed through his experiences in games, court battles, and extensive document analysis. His pursuit of truth and justice makes him a suitable candidate for governor, promising a world without lies and where honest people do not suffer.
What We Can Do to Protect Our Culture
Creative expression can be crushed if we are not vigilant. Even in modern Japan, otaku culture is on thin ice. The recent cessation of Visa transactions for DMM (Fanza) is a reminder of how a single card company can wield its power to dictate what is deemed appropriate expression. Expression freedom is fragile and constantly under threat.
To those reading this, I urge you to vote for Himasora Akane. Support him to protect our culture. Despite his harsh demeanor and preference for solitary battles, he is now seeking help for the first time. Akane feels the danger in this gubernatorial election and believes that if he does not become governor, everything will end. He has taken a stand for the people of Tokyo and Japan.
I wrote this article to support his spirit and spread the word. Please vote for Himasora Akane and help create a miracle.
To you, the creator, I sincerely hope this message reaches you.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Female_urinal
を見ると、はてブで往生際悪く「女性が立って小便するなんて考えられない」と、でもでもダッテしてるブクマカを吹き飛ばす活動をオランダのフェミニスト女性達がやってて草
2017 Dutch campaign
Demand is increasing for "urination equality" or "potty parity". A grassroots urination equality campaign in the Netherlands caused a sensation in 2017, with women defiantly using urinals in men's toilets. The protest movement was formed under the name of Zeikwijven ("the wild-peeing women"), which advocates urination equality and takes action against the discrimination of women through by limiting possibilities for urination.
The initiative was triggered after 23-year-old Geerte Piening was sentenced to a fine for urinating in public on the street. Her complaint was rejected on the judicial grounds that Piening should have used a street urinal common in the Netherlands. The objection that this was designed only for men was not accepted: "it may not be comfortable, but it is possible".[78][79][80][81] According to one campaign initiator, the problem is that "it isn't possible for women to urinate in a decent, hygienic and dignified manner in a public urinal designed for men."[82] In 2018, a mobile female urinal called the "Yellow Spot" was created around this protest.[83][84][a]
As part of this campaign, women in the Netherlands began to urinate demonstratively in public urinals for men.[citation needed] So, the Dutch city authorities are planning to increasingly offer a unisex version of the Urilift street urinals, which are now available in Dutch city centers, and can be used comfortably by men and women
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オランダでは、 2017年に草の根の排尿の平等運動がセンセーションを巻き起こし、女性たちが男性用トイレの小便器を敢えて使用しました。
この抗議運動は、排尿の平等を主張し、排尿の機会を制限することによる女性差別に対抗するZeikwijven (「野放しの女性たち」)という名前で結成されました。
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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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.
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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.
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What can I say, let's think about X, for example. What we don't realize, because we only see what we want to see on X, is that there are actually a lot of people like here.
Hey guys, did you know that in terms of male human and female Pokémon breeding, Vaporeon is the most compatible Pokémon for humans? Not only are they in the field egg group, which is mostly comprised of mammals, Vaporeon are an average of 3"03' tall and 63.9 pounds. this means they're large enough to be able to handle human d--ks, and with their impressive Base Stats for HP and access to Acid Armor, you can be rough with one. Due to their mostly water based biology, there's no doubt in my mind that an aroused Vaporeon would be incredibly wet, so wet that you could easily have sex with one for hours without getting sore. They can also learn the moves Attract, Baby-Doll Eyes, Captivate, Charm, and Tail Whip, along with not having fur to hide nipples, so it'd be incredibly easy for one to get you in the mood. With their abilities Water Absorb and Hydration, they can easily recover from fatigue with enough water. No other Pokémon comes close to this level of compatibility. Also, fun fact, if you pull out enough, you can make your Vaporeon turn white.
I want to display mathematical formulas in SSG, so I have installed the KaTeX plugin.
In the case of SSG (honkit) that I use, I want to convert the part to a mathematical formula into
Enclose it in $ (dollar mark) and write the contents in so-called TeX.
In fact, the github site also supports math rendering.
I think it's pretty familiar.
I wanted to mention Excel's built-in functions. What are Excel functions?
I use the dollar mark when I want to keep the cell fixed even if it gets copied and pasted.
I want the dollars to remain dollars inside the code block.
For example on the markdown source side
```markdown
=\$A\$2
````
I thought I could escape it by adding a backslash, so that's what I did.
In the case of the SSG that I use, when converted to html,
````
\{% math_inline %}A\{% endmath_inline %}2
````
As for the hosting method, I also store the html files in a GIT repository and host them on the `vercel.app` site. Regarding markdown → html, I do it in the local environment instead of using GitHub Actions.
I confirmed that if I use full-width instead of half-width for the dollar, it would not be recognized, so I confirmed that it would work.
But this isn't a fundamental solution, is it?
Also, open the html file and use the batch replacement function to replace `{% math_inline %}` and `{% endmath_inline %}` with dollars. It seems that you need some wisdom to selectively replace only the fence code blocks at once.
https://github.com/zimmem/honkit-plugin-katex
Markdown's fence code block is a guy who repeats backticks three times.
In some cases, the only option is to ask the author to ignore the dollar sign conversion.
The author of the plugin seems to have stopped development a long time ago.
It seems like they won't be able to respond.
Also, in the case of inline math, it says to surround it with two dollars each, and in the case of block math, it says to surround it with two dollars + a new line, which is different from the normal syntax. I'm curious.
However, it will work even if you write it in the md source using normal syntax.
Should we only appreciate flowers at their peak?
Nay, to yearn for the moon through the rain, or fail to notice Spring passing for being sealed indoors arouse even deeper feelings.
Budding boughs just before they burst into blossom and gardens stream with wilted flowers are by far more worthy of notice.
花は盛りに、月は隈なきをのみ見るものかは。
雨に向かひて月を恋ひ、垂れ籠めて春の行方知らぬも、なほあはれに情け深し。
咲きぬべきほどの梢、散りしをれたる庭などこそ、見どころ多けれ。
In the preface of poems, it's sometimes written, though I went flower viewing the sakura flowers had already fallen.
Or, I was unable to go flower viewing.
歌の詞書にも「花見にまかれけるに、早く散り過ぎにければ」とも「障ることありてまからで」なども書けるは「花を見て」と言へるに劣れることかは。花の散り、月の傾くを慕ふならひはさることなれど、
However, those poems are not inferior to the ones written while looking at the sakura trees in fall boom.
ことにかたくななる人ぞ「この枝かの枝、散りにけり。今は見どころなし」などと言ふめる。
Kenko Yoshida
ニンテンドースイッチのゲームまた50本遊んで感想書いたのでまとめ(その三)
○普通
和風伝奇ジャンルで女の子同士の恋愛を表現する、アカイイトと同じ世界観のノベルゲーム。
今作では主人公の小山内梢子が剣道の有段者ということもあり、バトルよりのエピソードが多めになっている。
衒学趣向の文章がかなり多く、ラスボスと戦っている最中ですら、語源や歴史解釈の小ネタが挟まるので徹底した味合いだった。
対して恋愛パートの文量はあっさりめなので、前作との比較で好みが分かれてしまう作品だった。
嘘と恋愛をテーマにした短編連作ノベルゲームで、複数のエピソードと連作っぽいミステリーズなストーリーになっている。（ミステリーズなストーリーとは、いっとき東京創元社から刊行される短編連作小説がみんな揃ってやってたアレを揶揄している）
中学、高校、大学とそれぞれの学校を舞台にした短編で、どれも嘘のテーマを上手に処理して、恋愛の起伏を描いており、やりたいことは理解できた。
特に成人年齢になる大学生編では、テキストだけの表現とはいえエッチで過激な内容も多くあり、なるほどと感謝できるシーンが多くて好き。
信頼できない語り手にまつわるミステリの議論は、まあ本作の本題ではないし、多様な好みを許容したい。
行方不明の大学生の姉を探しに上京した上条明日美が、サイコホラーな事件に巻き込まれるノベルゲームで、90年代後半の同人ゲームをリメイクしたもの。
姉を思う主人公の気持ち以外一切信用が置けないストーリーが展開されるため、出てくる登場人物全員が怪しく見えてくる怖いゲームだ。
ストーリー的に意味がない読者を驚かせるためだけの仕掛けがあるのは、時代性を感じた。
少し駆け足な展開が多く、せっかく田舎から上京したのだからなにかアクティビティを楽しみ、キャラたちを立てるパートがあっても良かったかもしれない。
携帯電話専用ゲームの移植版で、物語としてのミステリー、というよりは推理クイズの体裁のシリーズ第二弾。
事件の概要や構成要素こそ前作とは異なるが、大きな流れとしてはほとんど変わっておらず、話の筋が非常に薄い。
シリーズを通してのキャラクタや、前作とのちょっとした繋がりなど、ひっかかるところもあるにはあり、特に主人公のいづみの傍若無人ぶりは相変わらず面白い。
とはいえ、謎を解く過程の議論こそがミステリの本懐であり、ただ謎を提示され、その謎に対する答えを選ぶ現代文の試験を、ミステリと呼称するのは個人的な好みとは外れていた。
恋人のお見舞いに病院に行くことから始まるホラーノベルゲームで、携帯電話専用ゲームの移植版で千羽鶴シリーズの第一弾、シリーズではあるが、作品間の繋がりは薄く、今作独自の世界観やキャラクタが楽しめる。
生理的な嫌悪感を煽るようなホラーが中心で、とにかく徹頭徹尾おどろおどろしい嫌な雰囲気が漂っている。
特に不快な臭いに関する描写は妙に文量が細かく、ねっとり描写されるので、否が応でも話に引き込まれてしまった。
ルートごとに異なる世界観に分岐するため、根幹の設定が違う妙が楽しめるのだが、割とどれも似たような話が多く、エピソードの幅が小さいのは惜しい。
妖怪が実在する世界でそれを退治する役目を持った御界堂守丸が主人公のコマンド選択肢アドベンチャーゲームのシリーズ第一弾。
現場の捜査、容疑者への聞き込み、知識を図書館で調べるなど、妖怪という突飛な設定ではあるが、地に足がついた丁寧なゲームを遊べる。
最終的に妖怪と対峙するパートになるが、ここは要するにミステリ系のゲームにおける容疑者に証拠を叩きつけるパートになっていて、本作独自の翻案がうまくできていた。
シリーズものなので、縦筋となる父親の謎、ヒロインとの関係値、敵の親玉など気になる設定も出てくるが、次作の第二章でシリーズ展開が止まっている。
妖怪が実在する世界でそれを退治する役目を持った御界堂守丸が主人公のコマンド選択肢アドベンチャーゲームのシリーズ第二弾。
今作はAIロボットが殺人を犯すという魅力的な謎が提示され、妖怪だけでなくSFもやるのかとワクワクしたが、そういう話ではなかった。
妖怪やロボットといった要素だけなく、殺人事件すらも本題ではなく、ゲストキャラたちの関係値のエピソードが主になっており、二作目ながら番外編っぽい立ち位置の作品。
シリーズは今作で止まっており、縦筋となる布石が回収される見込みがないのも残念なところ。
ノストラダモスの大予言間近の1998年に、フリーのゲームプランナー由島博昭が開発業務を通じて世界の真実に気づくノベルゲーム。
1999年に発表されたゲームのフルリメイクで、当時の時代感が色濃く出ており、非常にらしさがあった。
陰謀論に傾倒するヤバい人と一蹴するのではなく、自分ごとのように読めるような具体的なエピソードと設定の開示の工夫の丁寧さが面白かった。
リメイク時に追加されたエピソードも、ノストラダモスの大予言で世界が滅んでいないという前提にたったメタ視点が面白く、短いプレイ時間の中に壮大な世界があって良かった。
Night of the Crabz ～カニの頭に気をつけろ～
ライターの兼城と保村の二人が、炎上事件に苦悩している旅館に取材に行く、インターネットミームてんこ盛りのコメディアドベンチャーゲーム。
終始不真面目なテキストが一貫しているちょけた作品ながら、しっかりとフリとオチが決まっていて、作品としては真面目に作られている。
なお、大浴場でお風呂に入るサービスシーンで、ヒロインの保村がお風呂には入るが、変えの下着を忘れていたため同じものを履き回すシーンは、お風呂に入らない系女子に大きな感情を向けがちな僕としては、気が効いている良いストーリーだと感謝した。
アドベンチャーゲームではあるが、RPGのアセットやテンプレートを流用しているからか、ステータス画面や謎の戦闘シーンがあるのは、開発会社の続編への布石らしいので、そちらにも期待したい。
パソコンゲーム黎明期から続く犯罪事件を操作するコマンド選択式アドベンチャーゲームの第一弾。
聞き込み、探索、聞き込み、探索と、刑事は足で稼ぐの格言の通り延々とコマンドを選択して証拠を集めていくタイプのゲーム。
ストーリーは非常に薄く、容疑者たちが語る人間関係から、その間柄を想像で補完しながら遊ぶことになる。
昔のゲームは、今と面白さの尺度が違うものも多いが、テキストが主体のアドベンチャゲームは、概ね今も昔も変わらず一貫した良さがあるなあと再確認できた。
パソコンゲーム黎明期から続く犯罪事件を操作するコマンド選択式アドベンチャーゲームの第二弾。
ひたすらに延々と聞き込みを繰り返す昔ながらのスタイルで、謎らしい謎はあるものの、基本的には犯人たちが自ずと語ってくれる。
UIやテンポがいいので、コマンドを選択することで主人公の刑事と一体感が楽しめるのは、アドベンチャーゲームの根源的な楽しみだった。
なお、同名の被害者が三人いるという非常に魅力的な謎は、途中で明らかにゲーム容量やUI画面の大きさの都合であることが伝わってくるのも、パソコンゲームの歴史を感じさせられた。
パソコンゲーム黎明期から続く犯罪事件を操作するコマンド選択式アドベンチャーゲームの第三弾、というか第二弾のマイナーチェンジ版。
いや、アドベンチャーゲームでマイナーチェンジ版ってどういう意味なのかよくわからないと思うけど、要するにキャラ絵と背景絵を使いまわした番外編。
前作の事件と構成要素は同じだが異なる事件が展開するので、はっきり言って続けて遊ぶと混乱した。
流石に当時の開発事情をとやかく言うのは野暮なのだろうが、全くそういった知識を入れずに遊んだので、なんらかのトリック（時間移動による世界線改変とか、作中作による叙述トリックとか）を疑った身としては拍子抜けした。
Looking Up I See Only A Ceiling 上に天井がある。
イタリアのインディーゲームで、学生の少女がテスト勉強の合間に色々と苦悩するアドベンチャーゲーム。
翻訳がかなり丁寧にされており、独白中心のこじんまりとした世界観がよく伝わってくる。
特に朝食を用意するパートで、頑なに自分が決めた順序でしか動こうとしない主人公の生きづらさは必見。
読者に解釈を委ねるような物語は賛否あるだろうが、短い時間で遊べる短編としてはこういうのも有りだと思った。
ファミコン風のレトロなドット絵でサスペンスドラマのようなストーリーが楽しめるコマンド選択式ADVのミステリー案内シリーズ第二弾。
事件解決を目的に来たはずの刑事が旅情を楽しむパートが多いのはシリーズ恒例の展開だ。
前作と比較すると3倍ちかくボリュームが増えており、警察サイドのサブキャラも複数人登場、容疑者も多数おり、謎も二転三転していき、事件も数多く起こる。
しかし、謎の振りと落ちが整理されていない箇所が多く、ボリュームは多いのに消化不良感が残るしっくりこない結末は残念だった。
時を巻き戻す能力をもったフリーライタの女性テウタが、法律に縛られない自分たちの正義を実行するフィクサー集団と出会うことから始まる乙女ゲーム。
キャッチコピーの「あざやかな悪に染まれ」の通り、悪徳弁護士、殺し屋、クラッカーなどの犯罪を厭わない男性キャラとの恋愛が楽しめる。
いわゆるクライムサスペンスじみた展開もあるにはあるが、本題はあくまで女性主人公目線での男性キャラとの恋愛パートにあり、悪を成す部分の段取りの薄さは気になった。
アメリカが舞台なので、出てくる飯がピザやテイクアウト中華が多くなかなかお腹がすく展開が多いのは好き。
○好きじゃない
Description
Every web user has at least once encountered loss of internet connection. This happens for a variety of reasons, such as a dysfunction in the cellular network or a broken internet cable. However, regardless of the reason, every Google Chrome user sees the Dino game (when there is no internet) instead of a plain blank error page. This game can be played without an internet connection.
Play game: Dinosaur T-Rex Game
Despite the fact that the game is just a plain runner that’s built into the Google Chrome browser, the developers behind it still deserve a round of applause. The peculiar monochrome graphics and the simplicity make the game even better, and it has gained a lot of worldwide fans since its launch.
The main character of the game is a classic dinosaur, a Tyrannosaurus rex, the species we usually see in movies and books about dinosaurs. It’s a carnivorous type of dinosaur from the Cretaceous. In the game it runs through the desert, encountering pterodactyls and cactuses that need to be avoided by jumping or ducking. As the distance the dinosaur has traveled increases, so does its speed, which is why it’s quite difficult for an inexperienced player to get a high score, even though the game itself seems easy.
Surely, all of you are curious about the development of the Chrome Dinosaur Game Online, so let’s take a little trip back in time.
The development of the T-Rex game dates back to September 2014, however, the final improvements were completed only in December of that same year. The adjustments supported earlier versions of the Android operating system.
Sebastien Gabriel, one of the designers of the game, says that the T-rex was chosen as a funny reference to "prehistoric times", when highspeed internet wasn’t so widely spread.
The T-rex was also not an accidental choice. The offline Chrome Dino game (without internet) was also called "Project Bolan", referring to the popular singer Mark Bolan from the 70s band "T-Rex". While creating the game the programmers also thought about making Dino growl or kick. Eventually these features were rejected in order to keep the game simple and "prehistoric".
How to open the T-Rex Chrome Dino Game?
In order to open the game you can simply type chrome://dino/ in the address bar. The game will open even if you’re connected to the internet, so there’s no need to disconnect.
The majority of internet users have Chrome as their default browser. However, if you’re using a different one, our website can help. Here you can play the T-Rex Dinosaur Game using any browser and any device, like a desktop computer or even your cell phone.
○ご飯
朝：なし。昼：なし。夜：キムチ、ラーメン、チャーハン、生中、瓶ビール。間食：チョコ。
○調子
むきゅーはややー。おしごとは、おやすみなりー。
○Looking Up I See Only A Ceiling 上に天井がある。
「ストレスを抱えた少女が屋根裏部屋を探索したいという短編心理アドベンチャー」が公称ジャンルのコマンド選択式アドベンチャーゲームを遊んだ。
大学生ぐらいの少女が自分の部屋で目覚めいつものルーティンを始めるが、どうにも不可思議な出来事が起き始めるストーリー。
現実的でない事象こそ起こるものの、日常のありふれた行動の積み重ねを、平坦で落ち着きのある主人公のモノローグ中心で語るシーンが多く、誇張されたキャラクタの掛け合いや衝撃的な展開とは無縁の丁寧にまとまった短編小説のような作品だった。
全てを語らず読者の考えに委ねる部分が多く、作中で起こる出来事に、作中内でスッキリする答えが用意されていないのは好みがわかれるポイント。
とはいえ、段取りや謎解きが物語の主題ではなく、主人公の少女が自身の抱える何かしらの悩みに気付き、何しかしらの解答を得て、何かしら前に進んでいく普遍的な優しい物語だった。
イタリアのインディーゲームながら丁寧な日本語翻訳がされていて、ちゃんとその雰囲気を楽しめるのはありがたい。
印象的だったのは、開幕早々にある朝食を用意するシーン。
頑なに自分の決めた順序で食事を用意することに拘る主人公の態度。
