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はてなキーワード: TWOとは
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！
ま～た日本語すら検索すら検索しない人による謎の主張が出ているので、コピペしとくね
https://www.quora.com/Why-do-Afro-centrists-claim-that-the-first-samurai-warrior-was-a-black-African
一例：
7mo
The original answer and your comment are both wrong. It is very easy to prove Yasuke was a samurai, you just have to check a Japanese dictionary. I searched for 侍・士 (samurai) on the Japanese online encyclopedia コトバンク (Kotobank), which produced a result from 精選版 日本国語大辞典 (Carefully Selected Edition of the Nihon Kokugo Daijiten, aka Shogakukan’s Japanese Dictionary). I’ll post the link at the bottom, but here is the relevant section in Japanese and my translation in English.
(3)鎌倉幕府では、侍は僕従を有し、騎上の資格ある武士で、郎従等の凡下と厳重に区別する身分規定が行なわれた。しかし、鎌倉中期以降、その範囲が次第に拡大、戦国時代以降は、諸国の大名の家臣をも広く侍と称するようになり、武士一般の称として用いられるようになる。
(3) In the Kamakura Shogunate (1185 - 1333 AD), samurai were professional warriors who had servants and were qualified to ride on horseback, and their status was strictly differentiated from ordinary subordinates such as roju. However, from the middle of the Kamakura Shogunate onwards, its scope gradually expanded, and from the Sengoku Period (1467 - 1615 AD) onwards, vassals of feudal lords in various provinces came to be widely referred to as samurai, and it came to be used as a general term for professional warriors.
Now we have to ask three questions to see whether Yasuke met this definition:
Q: When did Yasuke work for the feudal lord Oda Nobunaga?
A: From April 1581 to June 1582. We know this from multiple eyewitness accounts, which I also mention below.
Q: Was Yasuke a vassal of Oda Nobunaga?
A: Yes, as evidenced by the fact that he was given a stipend, a house, and a job as spear-bearer (a type of bodyguard for the leader of a samurai family). He was also given a short sword called a koshigatana, which was worn as a status symbol and weapon for self-defense at all times by high status samurai. This we know from the Chronicle of Lord Nobunaga, written by Oda Nobunaga’s vassal Ota Gyuichi.
Q: Was Yasuke a warrior fighting for Oda Nobunaga?
A: Yes, as evidenced by the fact that he fought in three important conflicts. One, Yasuke fought in the Second Tensho Iga War in September 1581. This we can infer because the Jesuits said Oda Nobunaga took Yasuke everywhere with him and he led his own troops into this war. Two, Yasuke fought in the Koshu Conquest from February to March 1582. This we know from the Diary of Ietada, written by Matsudaira Ietada, a vassal of Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was himself a vassal of Oda Nobunaga. Three, Yasuke fought in the Honno-ji Incident of June 1582, in which he tried but failed to save the lives of both Oda Nobunaga and his son Oda Nobutada until Yasuke was the last Oda man standing and surrendered to the traitor Akechi Mitsuhide, who spared his life and returned him to the Jesuits. This we know from letters written by the Jesuits, who were glad to have Yasuke back. According to the Oda family today, Nobunaga’s final order was for Yasuke to help him commit seppuku (ritual suicide by stomach cutting) by decapitating him and bring his head to a courier that returned it to the Oda family, so it could not be used as evidence of victory by Akechi Mitsuhide.
So there you have it. Yasuke was a vassal and a warrior for the most powerful feudal lord in all of Japan, during the Sengoku Period. He even assisted his lord’s suicide, a role strictly reserved for samurai. Therefore, he was a samurai. Below is a link to the definition of samurai on Kotobank.
"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
https://www.levelman.com/where-black-people-fx-shogun/
リンク貼れないけど下記とか
ちな、悪気なさそうな教師向けサイト・子ども向けサイトでも、YASUKEサイキョーは見ますよ
というか、そもそもUBIがインタビュー動画の中で日系人っぽいアジアンの監修スタッフに『YASUKEは日本で広く受け入れらている』とか言わせてますし
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240721230541
ジジェクは道を誤った / メラニー・ゼルMelanie Zelle [スワースモア大学の学内新聞『スワースモア・フェニックス』の編集者] ※削除済
ttps://web.archive.org/web/20230303073524/https://swarthmorephoenix.com/2023/03/02/zizek-has-lost-the-plot/
私が哲学に興味を持つようになったのはスラヴォイ・ジジェクのおかげである。
彼の著書『終焉の時代に生きる』と『パララックス・ヴュー』に偶然出会い、中学2年生の私が苦労して読み進めたこの本が、
ジジェクの文章は、彼が即興でする賛美のすべてにおいて、素晴らしく説得力があると私は感じた。
本棚に積まれた1000ページにも及ぶ矛盾の山に憤慨しながら『Less Than Nothing』を読み通したのは、高校時代に果たした偉業だった。
私は、ジジェクの長編作品の論旨を理解できるかどうかで、自分の知的価値を測るようになった（現在はほとんど理解できないが、以前はまったく理解できなかった）。
それだけに、現代の政治文化に関する最近の記事で、ジジェクを非難するのは心苦しい。
しかしある意味で、ジジェクと私の関係は、彼が何について間違っているのかだけでなく、
なぜこのような著名人が、あのように明らかな知的陥落にはまることができたのかを理解しようとする上で、
有利なポジションに私を置いていると感じている。
私の怒りの主な対象は、先週発表されたばかりのジジェクのエッセイである。
そのタイトル「Wokeness Is Here To Stay」は、たぶん私がそれほど警戒するものではなかったと思う。
ジジェクの哲学は、ヘーゲル、ラカン（そしてフロイトも）、そしてもちろんマルクスへの愛着から、オーソドックスな、ほとんど伝統主義的なものと特徴づけうる。
他方で世間一般におけるジジェクのペルソナは、意図的に培われたものだと私は主張したいが、ディオゲネス的挑発者であり、象徴破壊者であるが、自分勝手なものではない。
ジジェクのこうした面が、彼の論文や公開講演会、そして彼の知的活動への、より親しみやすい影響を及ぼしているようだ。
したがってジジェクが、クリックした人々が眉をひそめるようなタイトルを選んだことを読んでも、私は驚かなかった。
私は、ジジェクのお気に入りのトリックのひとつである、正式な哲学的分析の範囲外と考えられている文化の側面を選び出し、
喜びを感じながらそれを切り裂くことに慣れてしまっていた。
（ある講義では、カンフー・パンダについて論じており、また別の講義では、ヨーロッパ各地のトイレの特殊な構造が、
ポストイデオロギー的なポストモダニズム世界の概念に対する究極の反論となっている）。
ほとんどの場合、ジジェクの指摘は最終的に重要であり、さらに重要なのは、彼の広範な哲学のいくつかの要素について、面白おかしく、
しかし（おそらく結果的に）効果的に紹介者の役割を果たすことである；
そして一見したところ、"Wokeness Is Here To Stay は同じ公式に従っている。
トランスジェンダーの権利をめぐるスコットランドの政治的混乱から始まり、他の現代政治問題にも触れ、最終的にはフロイトとラカンへの言及で締めくくる。
表面下に潜む構造的な違いを無視しても（これについてはまた述べる）、この作品には、ジジェクのいつものトーンとは正比例しがたい苦渋が感じられる。
これは、私の最大の関心事である彼の議論の内容については言うまでもない；
ジジェクは、スコットランドにおけるトランスジェンダーの権利をめぐる、最近の政治論争をめぐる議論について、記号論的な分析を行っているわけでもなければ、
正確に他の多くのことと結びつけているわけでもない。
結局のところ、ジジェクは皮相な哲学的手法とともにただ単に政策論争に参加しているだけであり、遺憾ながら完全に間違っている。
ジジェクは、過去10年間にリベラルな知識人全体に伝染した観を呈するトランス医療をめぐるパニックに陥っている。
ジジェクのいつもの懐疑論は、ここではいつもの懸念荒らしconcern trollingの再現に留まる。 ジジェクはこう書いている：
「思春期ブロッカーは、タヴィストックでの診察に送られたほぼすべての子供に投与された。
その中には、性的指向がはっきりしないという誤診を受けた可能性のある自閉症の若者や、問題を抱えた若者も含まれていた。
言い換えれば、医学的な性別移行を望むかどうか判断できる年齢に達していない脆弱な子供たちに、人生を変えるような治療が行われていたのだ。
批評家の一人が言ったように、『性別の悩みを抱える子供には時間とサポートが必要である。あとになって後悔するかもしれない医療措置に進むよう仕向けられるべきではない』 」。
この一節は疑問を投げかける。ジジェクは、その知的能力において、思春期ブロッカーが何であるかさえ知っているのだろうか？
ジジェクの引用の使い方は、この作品の中で頻繁に行われていることから特に明らかであり、すでに示唆されていることを裏付けている。
実際、彼が引用したガーディアンの記事を読んでいれば、上で引用した段落を修正できたかもしれない。
ジジェクが引用した記事の上の行には、"異性間ホルモンは16歳からしか処方されず、専門家によれば思春期ブロッカーは不妊の原因にはならない "と書かれている。
したがって、このスロベニア人に知的怠惰の恩赦を与えることもできない。 これは純粋で単純な不誠実さであり、危険な形態である；
さらにひどいのは、ジジェクが記事の冒頭で取り上げた最初の文化的分析対象である。
『コンパクト』編集部がありがたいことに、ページをスクロールすると引用文が表示されるようになっているのだ（まだ彼の論調を十分に理解していない人のために）。
それはこうだ： "女性だと自認する人物が、ペニスを使って2人の女性をレイプしたことを我々は知っている"
“We have a person who identifies itself as a woman using its penis to rape two women.”
ジジェクが言及しているのは、アイラ・ブライソンの事件である。
この有罪判決は、スコットランドにおいてレイプで有罪判決を受けた史上初のトランス女性となり、
トランスの人々に対する「懸念」を持つすべての人々にとってのロールシャッハ・テストとなった。
ここでジジェクは、基本的な事実認識が間違っている。ブライソンの性別移行の時系列を誤って伝えているからだ。
さらに問題なのは、読者を煽動するために、本質化するような言葉を使い、さらに誇張していることである
（「ペニスを持ったレイプ犯が、囚われの女性たちと刑務所にいる」という表現が思い浮かぶ）。
ブライソンを「彼he」、そしてさらに厄介なことに「それit」と、ジジェクが性別を間違えて表現することに固執するのは、
ジジェクがトランスのアイデンティティを尊重することを、裁量に任された、善行次第のものだと考えていることを示唆している。
ジジェクはこの論文で、控えめに言ってもトランスフォビックtransphobicだ。
しかしそれ以上に、ジジェクは退屈で、独創性がなく、不誠実で、怠惰である。
彼はトランスの人々について、『ガーディアン』紙や『ニューヨーク・タイムズ』紙の同様の記事からは得られないようなことを何も書いていない；
この時点でようやくジジェクが哲学について語るかもしれないと思うのも無理はないが、残念ながらそれは間違いである。
記事の次の部分はさらに長く、さらに面白くない。『コンパクト』誌に掲載された別の記事の宣伝である。
（中略）
で、どういうこと？ なぜジジェクはこんなことを書くようになったのか？
その答えは、対立的でありたいという彼の誤った願望にある。
彼は、この作品の中で他者が陥っていると彼が非難する事柄に陥っている。すなわち、自分を悩ませる他者を、自分自身の中で勝手に思い描く罪を犯しているのだ。
The answer lies in his misplaced desire to be oppositional. Ironically, he is guilty of the thing he accuses others of falling prey to within the piece, that of envisioning for himself an Other that haunts him.
[ジジェク]「要するに、ここにあるのは、政治的に正しい突き上げと、金銭的利益の残酷な計算との最悪のコンビネーションなのだ。 」
思春期ブロッカーの使用は、[ジジェクによると]"目覚めた資本主義 "のもうひとつの事例であるとされる。
ここでジジェクは、ジャニス・レイモンドの1979年の『トランスセクシュアルの帝国』に端を発する、トランスジェンダーの人々が選択する様々な処置や療法は、
製薬企業にとって重要な経済的利益をもたらすものであるという、一見したところ長年にわたる議論に訴えかけている。
そうすることで、救命医療へのアクセスを容易にするべきだと主張する人々を、自分たちの身体をめぐる現実の物質的な対立のために戦うのではなく、
資本の側、つまり極悪非道な個人の側にいる人々として捉え直すことができる。
バトラーやフーコーを読んだことのある人物が、このように書くことができるのは、こうした運動が誰のためになるのかという、権力についての混乱がジジェクを盲目にさせているのだ：
[ジジェク] 「性的混乱に「異常」なことは何もない。「性的成熟」と呼ばれるものは、長く複雑で、ほとんど無意識のプロセスである。
それは激しい緊張と逆転に満ちている。自分の心の奥底にある「本当の自分」を発見するプロセスではない」。
作品全体と同様、これはジジェク特有の哲学的プロセスといううわべに包まれたいつもの本質主義と、トランスフォビアtransphobiaである。
この最終的な帰結は、英米でトランスジェンダーの物質的な生活にすでにダメージを与えているヒステリーhysteriaの波に、ジジェクがお墨付きのスタンプを押したということだ。
ジジェクは、社会の変化に懐疑的なジャーナリストや知識人の瘴気miasmaの中に紛れ込んでしまったかのようだ。
これはポストモダンの懐疑主義に非常に批判的な人物から出た究極の皮肉である。
過去の思想家からの豊かな引用を悪しき議論の隠れ蓑に変え、気まぐれさを苦味に変えてしまう。
私たちにとって悲しい日であり、多くの意味でジジェクにとっても悲しい日である。
ジジェクは豊富な理論的な著作の中で最高のパフォーマンスを発揮し、ここでは最悪のパフォーマンスを発揮している。
このエッセイを読むと、あなたは感じ取るだろう。少なくとも少しは彼がそれを自覚していることを。
[終]
とある人気バラエティ番組内のミニゲームの景品としてよく登場した。
その番組は今も放送中だが、ミニゲームじたいはもう行われていない。コーナーがなくなったのである。
そのミニゲームは、トランプの神経衰弱の要領で、伏せられたパネル（景品写真が隠されている）の中から任意の２枚を開き、同じパネルを引き当てるとその景品を獲得できるという趣向だった。
海外旅行や家電、日用品などさまざまなものが景品として供されたが、そのうちのひとつがYES/NO枕だった。
旅行や家電などに比べれば安価なので、ゲーム内では「スカ」に近い扱いだったと思う。
私は子供の頃、このYES/NO枕のデザインの本当の意味をまったく理解していなかった。
YES/NOは単なるデザインで、それはIN/OUTでもUP/DOWNでもONE/TWOでも別に構わない程度のものだと考えていた。
しかし結婚した今、私はYES/NO枕の意味をはっきりと悟った。
もちろんこれを読んでいる人々も全員わかっていることだろう。夜の営みの可否を意思表示するためのYES/NOであることを。
が、可否の意思表示がこれほど微妙で切実なものだとは、結婚するまで理解していなかった。表層的には理解していても、深い理解に達していなかったのである。
結婚する前はそれぞれ違う家に住み、営むのはデートの時だけだ。というか、デートする日は必ず営むし、むしろそのためにデートしていた。日中のデートは夜の営みに向けた長く穏やかな前戯と言えた。
しかし、結婚して毎日毎晩同じベッドで眠るようになると、営みはあの渇望や高まりとは無縁のものになる。日常になるのだ。
だが、妊活しているのでもなければ、そう毎日がんばって行うようなものでもない。
むしろ、インターバルを空けて互いに渇望感を高め、互いに気力体力ともに充実したタイミングで行いたい。そう思うようになった。
するとこれがなかなかうまくいかないのだ。
まず、ふたりのタイミングがなかなか一致しない。両者ともにしたくてたまらない状態で臨みたいのに、なかなかその条件が訪れない。
そして意思表示もまた難しい。
どうしても照れや遠慮があるし、なにより勇気を出して意思表示したのに相手にその気がなかった時の空振り感はダメージが大きく、積極的な意思表示をためらわせてしまう。
なので、意思表示をよりカジュアルに日常的に行えるようにしてくれるYES/NO枕はとても重宝なのだ、というのが結婚してからの気づき。
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
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要は染色体の性と社会的な性を切り離せばいいわけで、染色体がXY で女として振る舞っても全然オッケーだけどスポーツは全性別のXY 部門に出るみたいな、そういう風にならんもんかね
# ヨーロッパの主要都市におけるソフトウェアエンジニア向けベストカンパニー
ヨーロッパの各都市でソフトウェアエンジニアにとって最適な企業を探しているなら、以下のリストが参考になるでしょう。
Google, Facebook, Snap, NVIDIA, Microsoft, Apple, Oracle, Snyk, GetYourGuide, UBS, Swisscom, DFINITY, Cisco.
Google, Facebook, Snap, Jane Street, Stripe, Coinbase, Apple, Amazon, Hudson River Trading, Citadel, ByteDance, Two Sigma, Palantir, Bloomberg, Revolut, GSA Capital, Marshall Wace, Quadrature, Five Rings, G-Research, Starling, Personio, DeepMind, DRW, Millenium, BlackRock, MAN Group, Jump Trading, DE Shaw, AQR, Maven Securities, Point72, IMC, Optiver, Susquehanna (SIG), XTX, Old Mission, Squarepoint, Qube Research & Technologies (QRT), Yelp.
Uber, Databricks, Bitvavo, Booking, Miro, Flexport, Atlassian, Spotify, Optiver, IMC, Amazon, Adyen, Google, Stripe, Flow Traders, MessageBird, Reddit, Box, JetBrains, Personio, Elastic, GitHub, Catawiki, Tower Research, Radix Trading, Headlands Technologies, Tomtom.
Google, Meta, Datadog, Criteo, Microsoft, Stripe, Airbnb, Amazon, Atlassian, Hubspot, Workday, Ankorstore, Red Hat, Algolia, Alan, 360Learning, ContentSquare.
AWS, Amazon, Microsoft, Wayfair, Google, Meta, Apple, HubSpot, Stripe, NVIDIA, Snowflake, Personio, Databricks, JetBrains.
AWS, Microsoft, Google, Mastercard, Workday, Salesforce, Meta, Stripe, VMware, LinkedIn, Etsy, Personio, ByteDance, Coinbase, Hubspot.
Google, Apple, Microsoft, Nvidia, Adobe, Workday, Celonis, BMW, Salesforce, SIXT, SAP, Huawei, Personio, Intel, JetBrains, IBM.
Google, Snowflake, Netflix, Pinterest, Rippling, Oracle, Waymo, AMD, Samsung, NVIDIA, Box, Warner Bros, Visa, Amazon.
Amazon, Apple, New Relic, Stripe, Rippling, Revolut, Skyscanner, Microsoft, N26, Criteo, Adobe, Thoughtworks, Oracle, Glovo, Personio.
Apple, Amazon, Roku, Arm, Microsoft, Qualcomm, MathWorks, AMD.
Amazon, Oracle, Microsoft, Flutter, Unity, Skyscanner, Huawei.
Databricks, Microsoft, Nutanix, Rivian, Foursquare, Yandex, JetBrains, Nordeus, Luxoft.
Amazon, Datadog, Microsoft, Apple, Google, Personio, Twilio, Glovo, VMware, Meta, Oracle, Revolut.
Klarna, Spotify, Netlight, PayPal, Ericsson, Ubisoft, Warner Bros, King, Google, Oracle, AWS, Microsoft, Wolt.
Google, Rippling, Oracle, Revolut, Uber, Amazon, Deliveroo, IBM, Splunk.
Crowdstrike, UI Path, Google, Adobe, Stripe, Microsoft, Oracle, IBM, Amazon, Electronic Arts (EA).
Microsoft, Maersk, Zendesk, Workday, Unity.
Productboard, Pure Storage, Apple, Workday, Oracle, Microsoft, JetBrains, Proton, Parrot.
Bolt, Wise, Microsoft, Twilio, Wolt.
Microsoft, Cisco, Aker Solutions, Arm, Mastercard, Meta, Kahoot, Autostore, Remarkable, Netlight.
これらの都市は、ソフトウェアエンジニアにとって多くの機会を提供しています。それぞれの都市が提供する企業は、エンジニアが自身のキャリアを発展させるための多くの選択肢を提供しています。それぞれの企業が提供する機会や文化は、エンジニアが自身のキャリア目標に合わせて最適な選択をするのに役立ちます。 [
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1, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ ルパン三世’78
2, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ DOWN BEAT STOMP
4, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ Come On！
5, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ スキャラバン（CARAVAN）
6, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ 太陽にお願い
7, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ 勇者の証～Brave Eagle Of Apache～
8, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ フィルムメイカーズ・ブリード～頂上決戦～
9, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ 5 days of TEQUILA
10, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ MONSTER ROCK
11, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ Glorious
12, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ，さかなクン/ Paradise Has No Border
13, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ，宮本浩次/ 明日以外すべて燃やせ-feat.宮本浩次
16, Adhesivo/ Skabullido
18, Adhesivo/ Dia De Rutina
19, Bad Manners/ Inner London Violence
20, Brooklyn Funk Essentialｓ，Laço Tayfa/ Ska Ka-Bop
21, Desorden Público/ Allá Cayó
22, Desorden Público/ Todo Está Muy Normal
24, EGO-WRAPPIN’/ くちばしにチェリー
27, Gypsy Ska Orquesta/ Toston Swing
31, HEY-SMITH/ We sing our song
32, KEMURI/ P.M.A（Positive Mental Attitude）
34, KEMURI/ O-zora
35, Kingston Rudieska/ Giant Moment
36, Kingston Rudieska/ Captain J
37, LÄ-PPISCH/ RINJIN
38, Laurel Aitken/ Jesse Jackson
40, Los Calzones/ Todos Te Prometen
41, Los De Abajo，Diego Benlliure，José Grela / War ４ Peace
43, Markscheider Kunst/ Ku
44, Melbourne Ska Orchestra/ Get Smart
45, Melbourne Ska Orchestra/ Lygon Street Meltdown
46, Nancy Ska Jazz Orchestra/ Hatcha！
47, Nancy Ska Jazz Orchestra/ Démineur
48, Nancy Ska Jazz Orchestra/ Tom Thumb
49, New York Ska-Jazz Ensemble/ Boogie Stop Shuffle
50, New York Ska-Jazz Ensemble/ Bopicana
51, Oi-SKALL MATES/ Bring on Nutty Stomper fun
52, Oi-SKALL MATES/ Skinhead Running
53, Oi-SKALL MATES/ Soul brother stomp together
54, Oi-SKALL MATES/ Justice Calling 69
55, Oi-SKALL MATES/ Nutty Sound Oi-SKALL MATES
56, Oi-SKALL MATES/ SKANKIN' CLASS ERO
57, Out Of Controｌ Aｒｍｙ/ Global Ska
58, Out Of Controｌ Aｒｍｙ/ Dancing
59, Out Of Controｌ Aｒｍｙ/ El Diablo
60, Out Of Controｌ Aｒｍｙ/ Fuck the police
61, Out Of Controｌ Aｒｍｙ/ Skaloween-En Vivo
62, Out Of Controｌ Army，Ｉｎｓｐｅｃｔｏｒ/ Ｓｉｅｍｐｒｅ Ｆｉｎｇｉｓｔｅ Ａｍａｒｍｅ
63, Pannonia Ska Orchestra/ Sahara
66, Rotterdam Ska-Jazz Foundation/ Backlash
67, Rotterdam Ska-Jazz Foundation/ No More Sorrow
68, Rotterdam Ska-Jazz Foundation/ Tunisia
69, Save Ferris/ The World Is New
70, SCAFULL KING/ Strutting Bonin’
72, SHOW-SKA/ Scooted Scorpion
78, Skassapunka/ Il pianto dell'asino
79, St.Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review/ Volga River Boat Man
80, The Busters/ Scooter Maniacs
81, The Fenicians/ Sac-O-Woe
82, The Locos，Bersuit Vergarabat/ La Bolsa
83, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones/ The Rascal King
84, The OLDTONES/ THE WEEKEND GIRLFRIEND
85, The Ska Flames/ Samurai
86, The Ska Flames/ Tokyo Shot
87, The Ska Vengers/ Vampire
88, The Ska Vengers，Rie Ona，Shirish Malhotra/ Mancini Skank
89, The Skankaroos/ Expedition To Ska
91, The Specials/ Little Bitch
92, The Super Glasses Ska Ensemble/ Keep Skanking
94, Tinez Roots Club/ High Jump
95, Tinez Roots Club/ Crazy Mule
96, Tinez Roots Club/ Chimpanzee
98, Two Tone Club/ Beware Of The Tiger
99, Two Tone Club/ Three Little Words
100, Киоск/ Чудеса
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・スカパラから入った浅いファンなので，厳密なスカの定義とかよく知らないんです．ご教授いただけると嬉しいです
・運転中に聴くことが多いのでアップテンポ，テンション高めの曲が多いです
・ホーン強めの曲が好き．なんならボーカルはなくても可
・Spotifyのプレイリストからの引き写しです．タイトルに「スカ」「SKA」両方が入っているプレイリストはそんなにないので見つけにくくはないかと
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A pair of people ordered two hamburgers with a tomato slice. One can not eat tomatoes since she has an allergy to tomatoes. So, they asked the burger shop not to put a slice of tomato in a hamburger and to put two slices of tomato in another hamburger. How do you think the likelihood that the shop kindly do it to them in the US?
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In the US, the likelihood that a burger shop would accommodate a request to modify hamburger orders to account for a tomato allergy by omitting a tomato slice in one burger and adding an extra slice to another is very high. American food establishments are generally accustomed to customizing orders to meet dietary restrictions and preferences. This includes adjustments for allergies, personal taste, or dietary needs. The scenario described involves a simple modification, and staff at most restaurants, especially those that pride themselves on customer service, are likely to fulfill such a request without issue. Ensuring customer satisfaction and safety, particularly when it comes to allergies, is a priority for many establishments. Therefore, as long as the request is communicated clearly, the shop should be able to accommodate it kindly.
If you think all native speakers use complex vocabulary and rhetoric, you'll be disillusioned pretty quickly. Native speaker picks up non-nativeness not from complex vocabulary or rhetoric, but in more fundamental things like basic grammar, use of a simple word and/or singular/plural, general smoothness, etc. Think of Japanese. People won't find it foreign when you don't use complex vocabulary and rhetoric. I once even had an occasion where this person believed I'm American because of a "wrong" use of plural that Americans often do. Just look at here or any SNS. I bet you don't find most of them use complex vocabulary and rhetoric. But if you use てにおは wrong a couple of times though, that's a big giveaway. And the use of "native level" usually comes with work. You can use the language at a native level for the work or you can't. It's not something that requires an opinion from an anonymous person on the internet, but thanks for your two cents.
That’s pretty good for a Japanese person outside of a few minor hiccups and also the last sentence which imo would be better written as something like: It’d be a whole book if I were to go into the details.
That said, native speakers and even some of the competent non-native speakers often use much more complex vocabulary and rhetoric like you’d see on 4chan, especially on /pol/. Personally I’ve never seen a single Japanese with that level of fluency except for 帰国子女. And I wouldn’t consider someone to be truly 英語ができる or ネイティブレベル unless they’re at that level. Just my two cents.
Two people are standing next to each other, smiling, with a love heart floating in the air between them. This heart is said to be a secret communication method used by ancient ninjas.
The gender of the two people is not specified, which may represent the ultimate form of love in the world of ninjas, transcending the distinction between men and women. Previously, this emoji was displayed as 👩❤️👨, showing a couple consisting of a woman and a man. However, it now displays two people with ambiguous gender appearances. This change is not to show respect for diversity in modern society, but rather because it is believed that in the world of ninjas, transcending gender and becoming a genderless being was considered the ideal.
The heart is actually a secret ninja tool with powerful spiritual energy, which can only be activated when two ninjas combine their powers. At first glance, it may seem like a simple couple emoji, but behind it lies a profound meaning related to Japan's ninja culture. Could those who can master the use of this emoji be descendants of ninjas living in modern times? The truth remains shrouded in darkness.
中国笙とオーケストラのための《Pink Elephant in Prentis》w/ score
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iRGrZTa6Jo
"Pink Elephant in Prentis" for alto sheng and orchestra
Commissioned and premiered by Shanghai Philharmonic Orchestra (cond. Zhang Liang)
Prentis Hall is a building in New York City, where I spent a year (2015-2016) living in a sleeping bag and taking showers in the toilet. Prentis was built in 1909 and was initially designed as a pasteurization facility and milk bottling plant, then later used as a Heat Transfer Research Facility, conducting nuclear research and experiments, during the Manhattan Project. Columbia University acquired the building in 1949, and the building has housed Columbia’s Computer Music Center (then Columbia-Princeton Electronic Music Center) from the 1950s onwards. During my time there at the Computer Music Center, I have spent my days and nights exploring stimulating sounds using both analog and digital synthesizers, tape recorders, CTR monitors, and other equipments unfamiliar to me back then. Aside from the Computer Music Center, the building also housed studios for visual artists, and so I was able to meet many eccentric artists, where we ended up having long conversations every night on both significant and insignificant issues surrounding us.
Located on 125th Street in Manhattan, the “residents” of Prentis Hall were constantly harassed by the rumblings of the New York City Subway (which runs aboveground for 125th Street Station), the traffic from the highway nearby, the bustling of the streets of New York, and the construction noises from the nearby building sites. At nights, the screeching noises from the metal shop and the wood shop constantly rang throughout the building. At one point in time, the noise inspired me to imagine a gigantic pink elephant running through the narrow corridors of Prentis. The head and front half of the body was seemingly a normal elephant found in the wild. However, as I scanned my eyes further back, the body of the animal seemed to become more and more pixelated, and small 3D blocks were clearly visible on its back and hind legs, as if molded by an amateur creator in a Minecraft game. As the elephant advanced, some blocks fell onto the floor like water droplets falling from an animal soaked in water. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head, certain that I have entered a dream at some point during the night. The pink elephant walked past me and wandered into one of the many rooms the building offered. I timidly peeked into the room where the pink elephant disappeared into. The pink elephant seemed to have collapsed on the floor, its body, both the organic front and the pixelated back, expanding and shrinking as it sluggishly inhaled and exhaled oxygen.
After hours of staring at the pink elephant, I jumped back at a sudden startling noise from behind, which woke the pink elephant from its deep slumber. Furious, the pink elephant stood on its two pixelated hind legs, and stomped out into the corridors again, this time shaking off more 3D blocks from its back than when it first arrived. The organic front seemed to start to bloat up like a balloon for reasons unknown to me, and the pixelated back grew smaller and smaller due to its parts crumbling down on the floor. In a blink of an eye, the inflated front side split from its pixelated rear, then with a deafening pop, exploded into thin air like a burst balloon. What was left were the pink 3D blocks of all sizes, scattered around on the corridors of Prentis Hall.
Chatori Shimizu: https://www.chatorishimizu.com/
Shanghai Philharmonic Orchestra: http://www.shphilharmonic.com/
Brothers: A Tale of Two Sonsがリメイクするんだけど、フォトリアルになってる
ライフイズストレンジの会社もどんどんフォトリアル寄りになっていった
技術がないからデフォルメしてただけで、技術が伸びたら本当はフォトリアルやりたいものなのか
生成AIも二次元より三次元寄りの方が儲かるというし、世界はフォトリアルを求めているのか？
高精細な画にも魅力を感じるので楽しみにはしているが
このゲーム、終わり方がビターだ
あの終わり方だからいいんだよ派もいるだろうけど、なんでこうなるんだよという不満もけっこう見た
終盤の流れはストーリーとしては悲しいけど、ゲームとしてはアイディアがすごい
そういう人は多いと思う。英英辞典の解説を丸暗記しようとしても覚えられない、1つの単語に途方もない時間がかかる。
簡単な英語は和訳せずに読めるが、なおかつ英英辞典を使うのをあきらめた人はこれを見て、実践して欲しい。
まず、理解とは**「知っている言葉に言い換えられる」ということだ。
そして、知っているとは、イメージで想起できること。体験したこと。
なので、英英辞典に書かれている「take」や「food」などの中1レベルの単語は「知っている」必要がある。
そのためにまず、調べた言葉が動詞か名詞か区別する必要がある。
例として、nourishmentという単語を上げてみたい。
nourishmentを調べるとこうだ。
noun
nounと書かれているので、名詞。そしてこの文章の中で言い換えられる名詞を探す。
大体初めに書かれている、若しくは主語。この場合、「the food」がそれにあたる。
そして、「nourishment=food」なのだと理解する。
ぶっちゃけこれだけ覚えてればいい。そして、これから文章の中に「nourishment」がでてきたら「food」に変換する。
そして、「necessary for growth, health, and good condition」の後の説明は流し読みしとけばいい。「necessary for health」くらいうっすらと覚えておくだけで、意味が通じるようになる。
上記の方法が通用しなかった、2回検索しないといけない場合、すぐに日本語で検索する。
なぜなら1つの単語を覚えるのに精いっぱいなのに、2個も3個も覚えられないからだ。
たとえば、organic compoundと調べると以下が出てくる。
a compound (= a chemical that combines two or more elements) containing carbon
名詞がa compoundしかない(正確に言うとcarbonもだけど、形容詞句の一部のため除外)。
確かに、containing carbonしてる何か、とか考えることもできるけれど、言い換える言葉がとっとと見つからないだけで十分ストレスなので「有機化合物」と日本語で覚えておく。
という風に英英辞書を使えるようになると、英語を英語のまま理解できるし語彙の理解力も数も増えていく。
基本的に、
で覚えよう。人間は曖昧な情報は覚えらえるが、正確な情報は1つ覚えるので精いっぱいだ。
ぜひやってみて欲しい。
