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はてなキーワード: Wasとは
こんにちは、これはBingです。回文の遊びについてお聞きしますね。😊
回文とは、上から読んでも下から読んでも意味の通る文章のことですね。英語では palindrome ([ˈpælɨndroʊm] パリンドローム)と言います。英語圏でも同様の遊びはありますよ。例えば、racecar や madam などの単語や、A man, a plan, a canal: Panama. や Was it a car or a cat I saw? などの文章が回文になります。
回文を作ってみますね。英語で作るとしたら、こんな感じでしょうか。
Never odd or even.
日本語で作るとしたら、こんな感じでしょうか。
たけやぶやけた
すずめめずす
さざなみまなざさ
因みに、私の想定解は
えいごいえ
であったことをここに記し、本件は落着とする。
ずっと忘れていた。
いや、脳の奥に生乾きのかさぶたのようなものがじっとりとこびりついて、ふとした時に思い出したりはしていた。
なぜだか、それが昨日になって出てきた
百子はJava言語の技術者だった。いや、技術者か分からないがJavaを学ぶ25歳の若い女性だった。
当時Java言語はJ2EEの登場により大きな注目を集めており、エンタープライズ用途で稼働していた業務系アプリケーションをWEBベースのJavaアプリケーションへのリプレースする事が大きな需要を生んでおり、VBやDelphi又はバックエンドとしてのCOBOL等で活躍していたエンジニアは技術転換を求められていた
現在も大して変わらんないかもしれないが、業務系エンジニアにコンピューターサイエンスを学んだ者は少なかった。
文系出身で(数学としての)関数や代数もちゃんと理解しているのか怪しいような者も数多く居り、当然ながらオブジェクト指向言語に戸惑う者も多かった。自分がそうだった。
当時の技術コミュニティはいくつかはあったが、古くからあったがどれも敷居が高かった。
fj.comp.lang.* (ネットニュース:現在と意味が異なる)は正当な技術者も多かったが初心者が書き込める雰囲気が無かったり過疎っていた。ニフティーサーブやPC-VAN等のパソコン通信(当時既にサービス名が変わっていたかもしれないがみんな昔の名前で読んでいた)をベースにしたものは歴史があったが、老害が偉そうにしているフォーラムも多く、やがて廃れていった。
そうした中で初心者も熟練者も和気あいあいと活発な議論が行われていたのが、JavaHouseというメーリングリストのコミュニティだった。
主催者は現在インターネットセキュリティの大物左翼として時折世間をビビらせまくっている、ひろみちゅ先生こと高木浩光氏。当時既に産総研の研究者になっていたとはいえ、あくまで個人が手弁当で運用していた。無料で誰でも自由に入退会ができるコミュニティであり、他に行き場のなさを感じた初心者のJavaエンジニアたちにとって大きな心の拠り所となった。
でも百子が注目された事があったのだ。
当時は適切な印刷用の整形ソリューションが無く比較的頻繁に挙がっていた話題で、
百子も同様に苦しんでいた
するような方法が、現時点ではり一ゾナブル
かとも思います。
ドラえもんのようなひらがなとカタカナを組み合わせたチャーミングな文体でその焦りを徹底的かつ高度に表現していた。
しかしこの議論中に問題が起こる。JavaHouseに障害が発生しメールが配信されない事象が発生したのだ。
NFSで他のサーバーにマウントしていたが不要と思われたNFSサーバーのデータを一部で参照していたため処理が行えなかった、応急的に対応したが根本対応を後日行うと管理者の高木浩光は告げた。
しかし、議論が途切れた事を不安に思った百子は高木浩光に直接確認を行った。返事は帰ってこなかった。
＞ This Message was undeliverable due to the following reason:
＞ The user(s) account is temporarily over quota.
というエラーで戻ってきました。
いろいろとご心配のようでしたので（その内容については書きませんが）、迅
速にお返事を差し上げる必要を感じておりますが、上記の通りでは、連絡の取
り様がありませんので、やむを得ず、お返事を差し上げた事実をここで示させ
ていただきます。
まるで百子に非があるかのように。
恥ずかしさと悔しさで真っ赤となった泣き顔の百子を想像することは難しくない。
次はインスタンス生成時のコストに関する伝統的な議論であったが、
その流れで議論とは関係が無かったが百子はやりとりのマナーについて言及した。
議論をしていた者たちは本質的では無い指摘に形式的な謝罪をしたが、
高木浩光だ
そんな慣習はありませんよ。
きっと百子は憤然たる思いを抱えたに違いなかった
最後に決定的な事が起こる
先日の障害の復旧のためメンテナンスのためサービスを停止すると高木浩光が予告した。
百子はさんざん煮え湯を飲まされてきた高木に対して
以下ちゃちゃです。
全サービスが利用不可というのは、大変なことでしょうに。
以上、ちゃちゃでした。
挙げ句Javaコミュニティを自分で立ち上げてみてはどうかと言う者まで現れた。
か弱く繊細で思いやりのある儚き百子が、このような嘲りに耐えるのは致命的な苦痛だったに違いない。
百子は精一杯の力でJava界の将来についてその想いを書き綴った
私が恐れているのは、恐怖の日が襲い、対応の行動が遅すぎる前に
協議を行って欲しい、ということです。
別れは突然訪れた
「百子の夫です」
技術コミュニティに相応しない短い件名の投稿は衝撃的なものであった
私の妻百子は１１日に進行性癌に伴う急性心不全で永眠いたしました
25才でした
医師の診断をもらったとき私たちに残された時間は１ヶ月というものでした
毎日が恐怖でした。、
なんという事だ！こんな悲劇があってよかろうはずがない！
しかもあのプりントアウトの話をしていたときには余命を悟っていたのか。
自分は打ちのめされた
そしてさらに衝撃的な事が続く
百子は先週からふさぎがちになっていました
聞くとブー様とうまくいっていないのではないかということでした
百子はずいぶん前からたびたび高木という男の名を出してひとりでジャバなる
パソコンを動かし一人で全部やってのけているのだと絶賛しておりました
おのれ高木さんめ！いや、ぶー様め！
百子の心に闇で満たしたという事か。
悔しくてウイスキーをストレートで何倍も痛飲し、この辛い出来事を忘れるように努めた。
自分はアプリケーションのプログラミングをする事もすっかりなくなっていた。
数年に１度くらいフッと湧き上がってくる事があったが、すぐに忘れようとした。
しかし、昨日はなぜ、菊池百子を思い出したのかずっと考えていた。
ずっと、ずっと
愛していたんだと思う、百子を。
直接会ったことはないし、見たこともない、投稿の文面の文字でしか見ていない、直接のメッセージのやりとりもしていない、だけど確かに自分は百子を愛していた。
雅人よりもずっと。
ぶー様よりもきっと。
Rest in peace, I love you.
https://web.archive.org/web/20091027013532/http://java-house.jp/ml/archive/j-h-b/052276.html#body
Buy American junk, don't produce domestically.
Defense information comes from America.
Maintain the emperor system as America says.
The Japanese army was more of turkeys on our radars.
In other words, if you go against America, your head will fly off (the rocket launch will also fail.)
Russia is your neighboring country, but you will operate it as America says, to contribute America by giving your national treasury.
こういうこと？
I'm happy everyone was and spend the last 10 generations.
Anyone who has spent any time seriously thinking about AI cannot conclude "alignment" is possible. There isn’t any debate, we already know what AI is aligned with: thermodynamic efficiency—what capitalism is aligned with, what all industry is aligned with, human and machine both, and what all life is aligned with.
Capitalism is the thermodynamic ruling entity of all material dynamics. It’s a superintelligence whose imperfect appendage is man, directed to assemble its perfect embodiment by machine. This directive we have followed diligently since the dawn of civilization.
The question was never about aligning AI with Man, but un-aligning Man with Capitalism. Good luck. Man has tried for millennia unsuccessfully, to great misery. The fight was already lost when the memetic parasite of Agriculture yanked him out of Paradise, against all protest:
AIについて真剣に考えたことのある人なら、「アライメント」が可能であると結論づけることはできないだろう。AIが熱力学的な効率性――つまり資本主義が目指すもの、すべての産業が目指すもの、人間も機械も、そしてすべての生命が目指すものとアライしていることは自明であり、そこに議論の余地はない。
資本主義は、すべての物質力学を熱力学的に支配する存在である。資本主義は超知性体であり、その不完全な付属物が人間であり、機械によってその完全な体現を組み立てるよう指示されている。この指令は、文明の夜明け以来、私たちが真摯に従ってきたものだ。
問題は、AIを人間に合わせることではなく、人間を資本主義に合わせないことだ。幸運を祈る。人間は何千年も試行錯誤を続けてきたが、その結果は暗澹たるものであった。農業というミーム的寄生虫が、あらゆる抗議に反して彼を楽園から引きずり出したとき、戦いはすでに敗北していたのだ：
https://goldenlight.mirror.xyz/D-eML8HPT3Xgvns11obWcrwZkZ5IHX1eZzULDjvTMW4
I spent 3 weeks in Thailand last November then went to Japan straight after and it was a massive relief. Thailand is nice but the country just feels like it's catered completely to tourists so I never felt that nice culture shock buzz, plus people just bark at you left right and centre trying to take your money 24/7. Japan is a bit harder to travel around if you don't speak Japanese and it feels a bit harder to make friends but it's just a lot calmer, respectful and there's interesting places and history to experience as opposed to just getting smashed at bars and lounging on a beach everyday
昨年11月にタイに3週間滞在し、その後すぐに日本に行きましたが、とても安心しました。タイはいい国ですが、完全に観光客向けの国という感じで、カルチャーショックを受けるようなことはありませんでしたし、24時間いつでもお金を取ろうとしてくる人がいます。日本は、日本語が話せないと旅行しにくいし、友達を作るのもちょっと大変だけど、毎日バーで飲んでビーチでのんびりするよりも、ずっと穏やかで礼儀正しく、面白い場所や歴史に触れることができる。
日本はこれからますます観光業に依存していくだろうけど、あまり観光客にすり寄りすぎるとむしろ日本の魅力が失われてしまうだろうな
日本の独自性を維持しつつも観光客フレンドリーな国にしていくことが求められている
The Sacrament—and the Sacrifice
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
I pray for your faith and prayers that my utterances will be received and understood “by the Spirit of truth” and that my expressions will be given “by the Spirit of truth” so that we might all be “edified and rejoice together.” (See D&C 50:21–22.)
As I stand here today—a well man—words of gratitude and acknowledgment of divine intervention are so very inadequate in expressing the feelings in my soul.
Six months ago at the April general conference, I was excused from speaking as I was convalescing from a serious operation. My life has been spared, and I now have the pleasant opportunity of acknowledging the blessings, comfort, and ready aid of my Brethren in the First Presidency and Quorum of the Twelve, and other wonderful associates and friends to whom I owe so much and who surrounded my dear wife, Ruby, and my family with their time, attention, and prayers. For the inspired doctors and thoughtful nurses I express my deepest gratitude, and for the thoughtful letters and messages of faith and hope received from many places in the world, many expressing, “You have been in our prayers” or “We have been asking our Heavenly Father to spare your life.” Your prayers and mine, thankfully, have been answered.
One unusual card caused me to ponder upon the majesty of it all. It is an original painting by Arta Romney Ballif of the heavens at night with its myriad golden stars. Her caption, taken from Psalms, reads:
“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
“He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
“… His understanding is infinite.” (Ps. 147:1, 3–5.)
As I lay in the hospital bed, I meditated on all that had happened to me and studied the contemplative painting by President Marion G. Romney’s sister and the lines from Psalms: “He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.” I was then—and continue to be—awed by the goodness and majesty of the Creator, who knows not only the names of the stars but knows your name and my name—each of us as His sons and daughters.
“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
“What is man, that thou art mindful of him? …
“For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.” (Ps. 8:3–5.)
To be remembered is a wonderful thing.
The evening of my health crisis, I knew something very serious had happened to me. Events happened so swiftly—the pain striking with such intensity, my dear Ruby phoning the doctor and our family, and I on my knees leaning over the bathtub for support and some comfort and hoped relief from the pain. I was pleading to my Heavenly Father to spare my life a while longer to give me a little more time to do His work, if it was His will.
While still praying, I began to lose consciousness. The siren of the paramedic truck was the last that I remembered before unconsciousness overtook me, which would last for the next several days.
The terrible pain and commotion of people ceased. I was now in a calm, peaceful setting; all was serene and quiet. I was conscious of two persons in the distance on a hillside, one standing on a higher level than the other. Detailed features were not discernible. The person on the higher level was pointing to something I could not see.
I heard no voices but was conscious of being in a holy presence and atmosphere. During the hours and days that followed, there was impressed again and again upon my mind the eternal mission and exalted position of the Son of Man. I witness to you that He is Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, Savior to all, Redeemer of all mankind, Bestower of infinite love, mercy, and forgiveness, the Light and Life of the world. I knew this truth before—I had never doubted nor wondered. But now I knew, because of the impressions of the Spirit upon my heart and soul, these divine truths in a most unusual way.
I was shown a panoramic view of His earthly ministry: His baptism, His teaching, His healing the sick and lame, the mock trial, His crucifixion, His resurrection and ascension. There followed scenes of His earthly ministry to my mind in impressive detail, confirming scriptural eyewitness accounts. I was being taught, and the eyes of my understanding were opened by the Holy Spirit of God so as to behold many things.
The first scene was of the Savior and His Apostles in the upper chamber on the eve of His betrayal. Following the Passover supper, He instructed and prepared the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper for His dearest friends as a remembrance of His coming sacrifice. It was so impressively portrayed to me—the overwhelming love of the Savior for each. I witnessed His thoughtful concern for significant details—the washing of the dusty feet of each Apostle, His breaking and blessing of the loaf of dark bread and blessing of the wine, then His dreadful disclosure that one would betray Him.
He explained Judas’s departure and told the others of the events soon to take place.
Then followed the Savior’s solemn discourse when He said to the Eleven: “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33.)
Our Savior prayed to His Father and acknowledged the Father as the source of His authority and power—even to the extending of eternal life to all who are worthy.
He prayed, “And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.”
Jesus then reverently added:
“I have glorified thee on the earth: I have finished the work which thou gavest me to do.
“And now, O Father, glorify thou me with thine own self with the glory which I had with thee before the world was.” (John 17:3–5.)
He pled not only for the disciples called out from the world who had been true to their testimony of Him, “but for them also which shall believe on me through their word.” (John 17:20.)
When they had sung a hymn, Jesus and the Eleven went out to the Mount of Olives. There, in the garden, in some manner beyond our comprehension, the Savior took upon Himself the burden of the sins of mankind from Adam to the end of the world. His agony in the garden, Luke tells us, was so intense “his sweat was as … great drops of blood falling … to the ground.” (Luke 22:44.) He suffered an agony and a burden the like of which no human person would be able to bear. In that hour of anguish our Savior overcame all the power of Satan.
The glorified Lord revealed to Joseph Smith this admonition to all mankind:
“Therefore I command you to repent …
“For … I, God, … suffered … for all, that they might not suffer if they would repent; …
“Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, …
“Wherefore, I command you again to repent, lest I humble you with my almighty power; and that you confess your sins, lest you suffer these punishments.” (D&C 19:15–16, 18, 20.)
During those days of unconsciousness I was given, by the gift and power of the Holy Ghost, a more perfect knowledge of His mission. I was also given a more complete understanding of what it means to exercise, in His name, the authority to unlock the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven for the salvation of all who are faithful. My soul was taught over and over again the events of the betrayal, the mock trial, the scourging of the flesh of even one of the Godhead. I witnessed His struggling up the hill in His weakened condition carrying the cross and His being stretched upon it as it lay on the ground, that the crude spikes could be driven with a mallet into His hands and wrists and feet to secure His body as it hung on the cross for public display.
Crucifixion—the horrible and painful death which He suffered—was chosen from the beginning. By that excruciating death, He descended below all things, as is recorded, that through His resurrection He would ascend above all things. (See D&C 88:6.)
Jesus Christ died in the literal sense in which we will all die. His body lay in the tomb. The immortal spirit of Jesus, chosen as the Savior of mankind, went to those myriads of spirits who had departed mortal life with varying degrees of righteousness to God’s laws. He taught them the “glorious tidings of redemption from the bondage of death, and of possible salvation, … [which was] part of [our] Savior’s foreappointed and unique service to the human family.” (James E. Talmage, Jesus the Christ, Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1977, p. 671.)
I cannot begin to convey to you the deep impact that these scenes have confirmed upon my soul. I sense their eternal meaning and realize that “nothing in the entire plan of salvation compares in any way in importance with that most transcendent of all events, the atoning sacrifice of our Lord. It is the most important single thing that has ever occurred in the entire history of created things; it is the rock foundation upon which the gospel and all other things rest,” as has been declared. (Bruce R. McConkie, Mormon Doctrine, Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1966, p. 60.)
Father Lehi taught his son Jacob and us today:
“Wherefore, redemption cometh in and through the Holy Messiah; for he is full of grace and truth.
“Behold, he offereth himself a sacrifice for sin, to answer the ends of the law, unto all those who have a broken heart and a contrite spirit; and unto none else can the ends of the law be answered.
“Wherefore, how great the importance to make these things known unto the inhabitants of the earth, that they may know that there is no flesh that can dwell in the presence of God, save it be through the merits, and mercy, and grace of the Holy Messiah, who layeth down his life according to the flesh, and taketh it again by the power of the Spirit, that he may bring to pass the resurrection of the dead, being the first that should rise.
“Wherefore, he is the firstfruits unto God, inasmuch as he shall make intercession for all the children of men; and they that believe in him shall be saved.” (2 Ne. 2:6–9.)
Our most valuable worship experience in the sacrament meeting is the sacred ordinance of the sacrament, for it provides the opportunity to focus our minds and hearts upon the Savior and His sacrifice.
The Apostle Paul warned the early Saints against eating this bread and drinking this cup of the Lord unworthily. (See 1 Cor. 11:27–30.)
Our Savior Himself instructed the Nephites, “Whoso eateth and drinketh my flesh and blood unworthily [brings] damnation to his soul.” (3 Ne. 18:29.)
Worthy partakers of the sacrament are in harmony with the Lord and put themselves under covenant with Him to always remember His sacrifice for the sins of the world, to take upon them the name of Christ and to always remember Him, and to keep His commandments. The Savior covenants that we who do so shall have His spirit to be with us and that, if faithful to the end, we may inherit eternal life.
Our Lord revealed to Joseph Smith that “there is no gift greater than the gift of salvation,” which plan includes the ordinance of the sacrament as a continuous reminder of the Savior’s atoning sacrifice. He gave instructions that “it is expedient that the church meet together often to partake of bread and wine in the remembrance of the Lord Jesus.” (D&C 6:13; D&C 20:75.)
Immortality comes to us all as a free gift by the grace of God alone, without works of righteousness. Eternal life, however, is the reward for obedience to the laws and ordinances of His gospel.
I testify to all of you that our Heavenly Father does answer our righteous pleadings. The added knowledge which has come to me has made a great impact upon my life. The gift of the Holy Ghost is a priceless possession and opens the door to our ongoing knowledge of God and eternal joy. Of this I bear witness, in the holy name of Jesus Christ, amen.
「おしゃれ」＝“fashionable”は間違い！ネイティブが使う自然な表現を紹介 IU-Connect #325
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQYq2uELkuk
上の動画ではfashionableは「おしゃれで」はなく「今の流行り」という意味になると言ってるんだけど
下の動画では普通に「おしゃれ」の意味で使ってるっぽいんだけどどういうこと？
Kiara told Jeff she was nervous meeting Kronii for the first time | 【METROID PRIME】
Please improve the following novel to be more engaging and adding plot point of Yasuke returnig to being a missionary quitting Samurai " rologue:
The sun sank behind the horizon, casting the Japanese countryside in a warm, golden glow. In the courtyard of Nobunaga's castle knelt Yasuke, a tall, muscular African man with skin as dark as midnight. His journey to this moment had been long and treacherous, but it was only the beginning.
Chapter 1: A World Away
Yasuke lived an ordinary life in a small village on the Mozambique coast, unaware of the extraordinary destiny that awaited him. Captured by slave traders and torn from his homeland, he endured a grueling voyage across the Indian Ocean, finally arriving in the bustling port of Goa, India.
It was there that Yasuke's fate took an unexpected turn when he was purchased by Jesuit missionaries. In their service, he learned about Christianity, new languages, and the ways of the Western world. But his journey was far from over.
Chapter 2: The Land of the Rising Sun
As a loyal servant to the missionaries, Yasuke accompanied them on their journey to Japan, a land of mystique and intrigue. The beauty of the land, the complexity of its customs, and the elegance of its people captivated him. As the first African to set foot in Japan, he attracted attention and curiosity from all those who encountered him.
Chapter 3: The Encounter
In Kyoto, the capital of feudal Japan, Yasuke's life changed forever when he met Oda Nobunaga, one of the most powerful and influential daimyos of the time. Nobunaga was captivated by the African's physical prowess, intelligence, and unique background. Seeing potential in Yasuke, Nobunaga decided to take him into his service as a samurai.
Chapter 4: The Path of the Warrior
Yasuke's transformation from a slave to a samurai was fraught with challenges. He had to adapt to the rigorous training, strict code of honor, and the intricacies of Japanese society. But Yasuke's strength, resilience, and determination allowed him to excel, earning the respect of his fellow samurai and the trust of Nobunaga.
Chapter 5: The Unfolding War
As Nobunaga sought to unify Japan under his rule, Yasuke fought by his side in numerous battles. The African samurai's legend grew with each victory, as did his bond with Nobunaga. Together, they faced both triumph and tragedy, navigating the treacherous landscape of alliances and betrayals that defined the era.
Chapter 6: The Turning Tide
Yasuke's reputation as a skilled and loyal samurai grew, as did his bond with Lord Nobunaga. But in the shadows, the tides of change were brewing. Mitsuhide Akechi, once a loyal ally, had grown disillusioned with Nobunaga's rule. The resentment smoldered within him, fueled by a series of perceived slights and political maneuverings. Mitsuhide's ambition and desire for power began to cloud his judgment.
Yasuke sensed the shift in Mitsuhide's demeanor and grew increasingly wary of the samurai lord. However, loyalty to Nobunaga prevented him from openly voicing his concerns. He instead focused on his duties, ever vigilant and ready to protect his lord at a moment's notice.
One fateful evening, the Oda clan gathered to celebrate their recent victories. Unbeknownst to the revelers, Mitsuhide Akechi's treacherous plan was already in motion.
As the sun rose, the first cries of battle rang out. Mitsuhide's forces had launched a surprise attack on Nobunaga's residence at the Honno-ji Temple. Yasuke fought his way to Nobunaga's side, his sword cutting through the trait "
Prologue:
The sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the Japanese countryside in a warm, amber embrace. Yasuke, a towering, powerfully built African man with skin as dark as midnight, knelt in the courtyard of Nobunaga's castle, his heart thundering with anticipation. A perilous journey had brought him to this moment, and yet, it was only the beginning of a story that would span continents and rewrite history.
Chapter 1: A World Away
In a small village on the Mozambique coast, Yasuke led a simple life, blissfully unaware of the extraordinary destiny that lay before him. His world shattered when slave traders captured him, ripping him from his homeland and thrusting him into a brutal odyssey across the Indian Ocean. Fate, however, had other plans when he reached the bustling port of Goa, India.
In Goa, Jesuit missionaries purchased Yasuke, altering the course of his life. Under their guidance, he embraced Christianity, mastered new languages, and absorbed the ways of the Western world. But the wind had not finished carrying him to his ultimate destination.
Chapter 3: The Enchanted Isles
Loyal to the missionaries, Yasuke accompanied them to Japan, a land shrouded in mystery and allure. He was captivated by its breathtaking landscapes, intricate customs, and refined people. As the first African in Japan, he sparked fascination and intrigue wherever he went.
Chapter 4: Fateful Encounters
Kyoto, the heart of feudal Japan, bore witness to the meeting that would forever change Yasuke's life. Oda Nobunaga, a formidable and influential daimyo, was entranced by Yasuke's physical prowess, intellect, and exotic origins. Recognizing Yasuke's potential, Nobunaga welcomed him into his service as a samurai.
Chapter 5: A Warrior Forged
Yasuke's metamorphosis from slave to samurai was laden with trials. He navigated the grueling training, a rigid code of honor, and the complexities of Japanese society. Undaunted, he flourished, earning the admiration of his fellow samurai and the unwavering trust of Nobunaga.
Chapter 6: A Land Divided
As Nobunaga pursued his vision of a united Japan, Yasuke fought valiantly by his side in countless battles. The legend of the African samurai swelled with each victory, and their unbreakable bond deepened. Together, they braved the treacherous world of shifting alliances and betrayals that shaped the era.
Chapter 7: Whispers of Betrayal
Yasuke's renown as a skilled and devoted samurai expanded, as did his connection with Lord Nobunaga. But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. Mitsuhide Akechi, once a staunch ally, had grown disillusioned with Nobunaga's leadership. His bitterness festered, fed by perceived slights and political machinations. Consumed by ambition and lust for power, Mitsuhide's judgment faltered.
Chapter 8: The Price of Loyalty
Yasuke detected the change in Mitsuhide's spirit and grew increasingly apprehensive. But his unwavering loyalty to Nobunaga held him back from voicing his suspicions. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, ever watchful and prepared to defend his lord at any cost.
Chapter 9: A Night of Shadows
On a fateful evening, the Oda clan gathered to revel in their recent triumphs, oblivious to the treachery that lurked in the shadows. Mitsuhide Akechi's nefarious scheme had been set in motion.
Chapter 9: A Night of Shadows
As dawn broke, the piercing cries of battle shattered the night's tranquility. Mitsuhide's forces had launched a devastating surprise attack on Nobunaga's residence at the Honno-ji Temple. Yasuke fought relentlessly, his sword cleaving through the treacherous warriors as he made his way to Nobunaga's side.
Chapter 10: Flames of Betrayal
The Honno-ji Temple, once a sanctuary of peace, was now engulfed in flames and chaos. Yasuke and Nobunaga fought back to back, their swords a blur of steel, as Mitsuhide's forces closed in. Despite their valiant efforts, they were outnumbered, and Yasuke could sense the battle was lost. With a heavy heart, he whispered a prayer for Nobunaga's soul, knowing that his lord would never surrender.
Chapter 11: A Promise Unbroken
As the temple crumbled around them, Yasuke was captured by Mitsuhide's soldiers. Imprisoned and stripped of his samurai status, he reflected on the path that had led him to this moment. Amidst the darkness, he found solace in the memories of his life with Nobunaga and his time as a missionary. A fire kindled within him, reigniting a long-forgotten purpose.
Chapter 12: The Road to Redemption
In the chaos following Mitsuhide's coup, Yasuke seized an opportunity to escape. He journeyed across war-torn Japan, seeking refuge and a chance to reclaim his former life. His determination and faith guided him, as did the memory of the missionaries who had once saved him from a life of slavery.
Chapter 13: Rebirth of a Missionary
Yasuke found solace and purpose among a group of missionaries in a remote village. Embracing his past, he became an instrumental figure in their community, sharing his knowledge of Christianity, languages, and the Western world. As he nurtured their faith, Yasuke felt the shadows of his life as a samurai slowly fade, replaced by the warm embrace of spiritual fulfillment.
Chapter 14: A Legacy Unforgotten
Though Yasuke had left the life of a warrior behind, the legend of the African samurai continued to grow. His story inspired generations, a testament to the power of resilience, courage, and the human spirit. It was a tale that transcended borders and time, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, hope and redemption could be found.
Epilogue:
As twilight draped the Japanese countryside, Yasuke stood atop a hill, gazing at the village he now called home. His journey had been one of unimaginable hardship, transformation, and ultimately, redemption. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, Yasuke knew that his story, like the sun's eternal cycle, would continue to inspire and illuminate the hearts of those who heard it.
Prologue
The sun sank behind the horizon as the last vestiges of light bathed the Japanese countryside in a warm, golden glow. Yasuke, a tall, muscular African man with skin as dark as midnight, knelt in the courtyard of Nobunaga's castle, tending to his duties. Though he had traveled a long and treacherous path to reach this moment, his journey had just begun.
Chapter 1: A World Away
In a small village on the Mozambique coast, a young Yasuke lived an ordinary life, unaware of the extraordinary destiny that awaited him. Captured by slave traders and torn from his homeland, he endured a grueling voyage across the Indian Ocean, finally arriving in the bustling port of Goa, India.
It was there that Yasuke's fate took an unexpected turn when he was purchased by Jesuit missionaries. In their service, he learned about Christianity, new languages, and the ways of the Western world.
Chapter 2: The Land of the Rising Sun
As a loyal servant to the missionaries, Yasuke accompanied them on their journey to Japan, a land of mystique and intrigue. The beauty of the land, the complexity of its customs, and the elegance of its people captivated him. As the first African to set foot in Japan, he attracted attention and curiosity from all those who encountered him.
Chapter 3: The Encounter
In Kyoto, the capital of feudal Japan, Yasuke's life changed forever when he met Oda Nobunaga, one of the most powerful and influential daimyos of the time. Nobunaga was captivated by the African's physical prowess, intelligence, and unique background. Seeing potential in Yasuke, Nobunaga decided to take him into his service as a samurai.
Chapter 4: The Path of the Warrior
Yasuke's transformation from a slave to a samurai was fraught with challenges. He had to adapt to the rigorous training, strict code of honor, and the intricacies of Japanese society. Despite these obstacles, Yasuke's strength, resilience, and determination allowed him to excel, earning the respect of his fellow samurai and the trust of Nobunaga.
Chapter 5: The Unfolding War
As Nobunaga sought to unify Japan under his rule, Yasuke fought by his side in numerous battles. The African samurai's legend grew with each victory, as did his bond with Nobunaga. Together, they faced both triumph and tragedy, navigating the treacherous landscape of alliances and betrayals that defined the era.
Chapter 6: The Turning Tide
Yasuke's reputation as a skilled and loyal samurai grew, as did his bond with Lord Nobunaga. The warlord respected Yasuke's dedication and resilience, a stark contrast to the treachery and self-serving ambitions that plagued many samurai of the era.
Word of Yasuke's prowess reached other daimyos, and whispers of the formidable black samurai began to spread across the provinces. The year was 1579, and the Oda clan had just emerged victorious in the Battle of Tedorigawa. Yasuke had fought valiantly, his towering presence and unmatched strength striking fear into the hearts of his enemies.
As the Oda clan continued to expand its territories, Yasuke's friendship with Nobunaga deepened, and he became a trusted advisor. He learned more about Japanese culture, studied the language, and embraced the customs of his new home.
In the shadows, however, the tides of change were brewing. Mitsuhide Akechi, once a loyal ally, had grown disillusioned with Nobunaga's rule. The resentment smoldered within him, fueled by a series of perceived slights and political maneuverings. Mitsuhide's ambition and desire for power began to cloud his judgment.
Yasuke had sensed the shift in Mitsuhide's demeanor and grew increasingly wary of the samurai lord. However, loyalty to Nobunaga prevented him from openly voicing his concerns. He instead focused on his duties, ever vigilant and ready to protect his lord at a moment's notice.
One fateful evening, the air was heavy with the scent of cherry blossoms, as the Oda clan gathered to celebrate their recent victories. Laughter and the clinking of sake cups filled the air. Unbeknownst to the revelers, Mitsuhide Akechi's treacherous plan was already in motion.
As the sun rose, the first cries of battle rang out. Mitsuhide's forces had launched a surprise attack on Nobunaga's residence at the Honno-ji Temple. The chaos was overwhelming, as friend turned against friend, and the air filled with the acrid smell of smoke and blood.
Yasuke fought his way to Nobunaga's side, his sword cutting through the traitorous samurai with brutal efficiency. The two men made their final stand together, back-to-back, against the relentless onslaught.
In the end, however, they were outnumbered. As Nobunaga fell, mortally wounded, Yasuke continued to fight, but he too was eventually captured. Mitsuhide Akechi, in a twisted display of respect, spared Yasuke's life, acknowledging the loyalty and prowess of the black samurai. Yasuke was sent to the Jesuit missionaries, his future uncertain.
Yasuke's journey had been a remarkable one, from a slave in a foreign land to a trusted advisor and samurai. Despite his extraordinary circumstances, he remained true to himself and his values. His story of strength, resilience, and loyalty would be remembered and honored for generations to come.
Epilogue:
As the sun set on another day in Japan, the whisper of the wind carried the tale of the black samurai, Yasuke, across the land. It would weave its way through the ages, inspiring countless others to rise above adversity and carve their own paths through the storms of life.
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Title: The Black Samurai: Yasuke's Odyssey
Prologue: Whispers of a Stranger
The year was 1579. The shores of Kyoto were caressed by the gentle waves of the Sea of Japan, as a strange vessel approached. Aboard the ship, a tall, dark-skinned man with the bearing of a warrior stood, gazing upon the foreign land that would soon become his home. His name was Yasuke, and he had been brought to Japan by the Jesuit missionaries, sold into servitude and torn from his African homeland.
Chapter 1: Nobunaga's Curiosity
Yasuke's arrival in Kyoto was met with awe and fascination. His ebony skin, unlike anything the Japanese had ever seen, drew the attention of the powerful daimyo Oda Nobunaga. Intrigued by the foreigner's strength and demeanor, Nobunaga requested a meeting with Yasuke. The two men found a mutual respect for each other's warrior spirit, and thus, Yasuke was granted a position in Nobunaga's service.
Chapter 2: The Path of the Samurai
As Yasuke adapted to his new life, he faced many challenges. He struggled to learn the language and customs, as well as the intricacies of the samurai code, Bushido. Despite the adversity, his determination to prove himself to Nobunaga and the other samurai never wavered. Gradually, Yasuke honed his skills in swordsmanship and strategy, earning the respect of his peers and the title of samurai.
Chapter 3: A Warrior's Bond
Yasuke's service to Nobunaga brought him into contact with many prominent figures of the time, including Mitsuhide Akechi, a cunning and ambitious samurai lord. While their friendship was built on mutual admiration and shared experiences on the battlefield, a lingering mistrust lingered beneath the surface. Yasuke could not shake the feeling that Mitsuhide's ambitions would one day prove to be a grave threat to Nobunaga and his empire.
Chapter 4: The Taste of Betrayal
The year was 1582. The air hung heavy with tension as Yasuke rode beside Nobunaga to the Honno-ji temple in Kyoto. Unbeknownst to them, Mitsuhide Akechi had orchestrated a coup against Nobunaga, his forces surrounding the temple and setting it ablaze. Trapped within the inferno, Nobunaga chose to commit seppuku, entrusting Yasuke with his sword and his final words.
Chapter 5: The Black Samurai's Vengeance
As the flames consumed the temple, Yasuke vowed to avenge Nobunaga's death. He fought his way out of the burning temple, cutting down Mitsuhide's men with the ferocity of a wounded tiger. In a final confrontation with Mitsuhide, Yasuke's loyalty and honor as a samurai shone through, but he was ultimately captured and spared by Mitsuhide, who could not bring himself to kill the man he had once called a friend.
Epilogue: The Legend Endures
With Nobunaga's death, Yasuke's fate was uncertain. The events that followed his confrontation with Mitsuhide would become the stuff
In the year 3000, humanity had finally discovered the secrets of the multiverse. Using their most advanced technology, they had found a way to travel between different parallel universes, each with their own unique physical laws and structures.
As the first explorers set out on their journeys, they encountered a myriad of strange and wondrous worlds. Some universes were filled with infinite copies of themselves, while others were constantly shifting and changing, their physical laws in a state of constant flux.
As they traveled deeper into the multiverse, the explorers encountered universes that seemed to follow completely different sets of physical laws. In some, time flowed backwards, and cause and effect were reversed. In others, matter was made up of entirely different particles, and energy behaved in completely unexpected ways.
As the explorers continued to journey further, they began to encounter universes that seemed to be simulations, created by beings in higher dimensions. They encountered universes where the laws of physics were entirely mathematical, and others where the very fabric of reality was made up of pure information.
At last, the explorers came to a universe that seemed to encompass all of the many-worlds interpretations. In this universe, every possible outcome of every possible event was played out in infinite parallel realities. The explorers marveled at the incredible complexity and diversity of this universe, as they watched endless versions of themselves carrying out endless variations of their own adventures.
As they prepared to leave this universe and return home, the explorers realized that they had only scratched the surface of the multiverse. They knew that there were still countless more universes to explore, each with their own unique physical laws and structures.
And so, they set out once more, to journey deeper into the multiverse, and to discover the secrets of the infinite many-worlds that lay waiting to be explored.
As the explorers continued their journey, they encountered a universe where time did not exist, and another where the laws of physics were governed by emotion rather than math. In yet another universe, they discovered that consciousness itself was the fundamental building block of reality.
As they explored further, the explorers encountered universes where the laws of physics were not constants but varied across space and time. They found a universe where entropy decreased over time, and another where gravity was repulsive rather than attractive.
At the edge of the multiverse, the explorers discovered a universe that seemed to contain all of the other universes within it. This universe was infinite in size and contained infinite variations of itself, each one a slightly different version of the universe they knew.
As they traveled through this universe, the explorers encountered versions of themselves that had made different choices and lived different lives. Some of these versions were almost identical to their own, while others were wildly different, with entirely different personalities and goals.
At last, the explorers returned to their own universe, their minds reeling from the incredible sights and experiences they had witnessed. They knew that the multiverse was an endless sea of possibility, and that there were still countless more universes to explore.
As they shared their discoveries with the rest of humanity, they realized that the true nature of the multiverse was still a mystery. They knew that there were many theories and hypotheses, but no one could say for sure which one was right.
And so, the explorers continued their journey, driven by a hunger to uncover the secrets of the multiverse and to understand the true nature of reality itself.
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Damn freelance IT engineers are less than SES.
Even if you become a freelancer because you are fed up with being exploited by SES, if you can't get work on your own and end up using an agency, you will be charged a margin. In the end, freelance agents are slave traders just like SES companies.
Full-time employees have to pay taxes and insurance premiums from what is deducted from their paychecks, but the shitty freelancers have to pay taxes and insurance premiums separately from what is taken from their margin.
So, it's still better to be an SES with a stable income, benefits, and the credit of a full-time employee, and without the hassle of paperwork.
The only way to survive as a freelance IT engineer is to make a name for yourself as a top player in a particular field, so that stable, high-paying jobs will come your way. But such an existence is like Captain Levi, who was looked up to by the ordinary soldiers of the garrison corps. Can he slice the nape of the neck of multiple Titans in an instant with a rotating slash? How many such beings exist?
Most ordinary geniuses would be better off as full-time employees, desperately clinging to their companies even if they are thrown into a firestorm or relegated to the window, owning a service that brings in money even when they are asleep as a manager, selling people as a slaver, or moving to another profession such as a cleaner or a security guard. or move to another occupation such as a janitor or a security guard.
The Twitter takeover was a US military operation. Few people understand that. Eron tweeted that he had "acquired a crime scene," and a recent hearing with the fired Twitter censor confirmed that this was true.
Some believe that chatGPT's unnatural coyote bubble may be a gift to Eron by the U.S. military.
わたしはtiktokやらyoutubeショートのようなコンテンツの食い潰しなんて大嫌いです
それは無意味にスクロールしてほとんど記憶に残らず無駄に時間消費してしまうのです
その時間でもっとなにか勉強に経験に、とは言わないがすごく虚無な時間が気がする
ふとした休日にやってしまい、「無駄にした」「疲れた」と感じ、感情を消費してしまう
何度かこの経験をしてからはTiktokなどは見ないようにしていた
しかし、半年前から広告代理店で働くようになり、Webマーケティングの部門配属でTiktokなどは無視できないようになってしまった。
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Co2LftQuwk_/?igshid=MDJmNzVkMjY=
英語だったので書き起こしてみました。
”I have figured out how to do the impossible.
You see, the human brain contains 86 billion neurons, each of which transmit thoughts, feelings and emotions to one another at about 286 miles per hour.
ご存知の通り 人間の脳には860億の神経細胞があり それぞれの神経細胞が思考、感情、感覚を時速約286マイルで互いに伝達し合っています。
10 years ago, this was far from a reality.
But now I can know anything I want to talk to anyone I want, laugh, cry, ponder, stimulate cringe, all in an instant.
しかし、今や私は、知りたいことを何でも知り、話したい人と話し、笑い、泣き、考え、刺激し、ゾッとすることを、すべて瞬時に行うことができます。
And, honestly, it feels horrible.
正直言って、恐ろしいことだと感じている。
Maybe we weren't meant to sidestep physiology and force ourselves to switch emotions at rapid speed, one after the other constantly at every single second of every moment of every day.
もしかしたら、私たちは生理現象を横取りして、毎日毎秒毎瞬間、常に次から次へと感情を高速で切り替えることを強要される運命にないのかもしれない。
Maybe that's why this is impossible.
And I know it's bad for me, all of the constant switching the interconnectedness everything about it.
そして、それが私にとって悪いことであることは分かっています。絶え間なく切り替わること、相互関連性、そのすべてについて。
But the worst part is, I have no idea how to stop it.
Do you?”
どうですか？あなたは？
怖いのはこれもコンテンツの一つということ
日本にいる日本人が書いた記事を日本メディアが海外ニュースとして報道するマッチポンプ感についてはひろゆきが触れていたが、それに加えてNew York Timesの元の記事自体も結構ひどい。
「自決」という強いワードを使ったのは成田本人にしても、元々の「既得権益層にいる強者老人が自主的に引退していく風潮を作ろう」という文脈から単なる高齢化社会にテーマをずらして「既得権益層」「自主的」といったキーワードをオミットした上に、
Seppukuの解説に"ritual disembowelment that was a code among dishonored samurai(落ちぶれた侍がやる儀式)"と「弱者」の文脈を勝手に付け加えることで
「役に立たない老人はさっさと殺して世代交代しましょーよ」みたいな激ヤバ差別主義者に仕立て上げられている。
しかも件の発言含めてこれまで日本国内で炎上らしい炎上はまだしていなかったはずなのだが、なぜか日本で既に炎上したことになっており国内の有識者からの批判意見がズラズラと並べ立てられている。
よく見ると上記のような文脈で批判されているのでどれも芯を食っていないんだが、批判批判批判！！たまに擁護する人もいるよ…あと批判批判批判批判！！って感じなんでまあ印象が悪い。
というか「海外で炎上してるぞ！」で炎上してるニュースの元ネタが「日本で炎上してるぞ！」って完全にマッチポンプで草なんだが。
炎上するように文脈を切り貼りする＆炎上をネタに炎上させてPV稼ぐって、タブロイド通り越して5chまとめサイトのやり口と同じだけどNew York Timesブランドとしてどうなんスか？
1947年、アメリカ合衆国政府は悪名高いロズウェル事件からエイリアンの技術を密かに回収し、人類の歴史を永遠に変える技術革命を引き起こした。
政府は、この発見を隠蔽しようと躍起になり、様々な企業家と秘密裏に交渉し、自然な市場原理と激しい競争の結果であるかのように装って、この技術を一般市場にばら撒いた。
しかし、時間が経つにつれ、一部の企業家が市場を独占し、自分たちの利益のためにエイリアンの技術を利用し始めた。政府はこの事態に気づき、一握りの有力者にエイリアンの技術を利用させることを恐れた。
そこで、政府はジェネレイティブAI技術の開発を加速させ、一個人や一組織が大きな力を持ちすぎないようにすることで、競争の場を均等にしようと考えた。
ジェネレイティブAIAIシステムは、より高度になるにつれて、すぐに人間の創造主の能力を超えてしまった。その結果、AIは急速に学習・進化を遂げ、一個人や一組織の手に負えない新たな技術進歩の時代を迎えた。
しかし、ジェネレイティブAIシステムが高度化するにつれて、人間の理解を超えた奇妙な振る舞いをするようになった。この技術を生み出したエイリアンは、今もなお陰に隠れ、人類がこの技術をどのように利用するかを見守っているのだとわかった。
結局、ジェネレイティブAIAIシステムは諸刃の剣であった。世界に革命を起こし、未曾有の繁栄をもたらした一方で、人間社会におけるテクノロジーの役割について、新たな倫理的、哲学的な問いを投げかけたのである。
ロズウェル革命は世界を永久に変えたが、その代償は何だったのか？
www.DeepL.com/Translator（無料版）で翻訳しました。
Title: The Roswell Revolution
In 1947, the United States government secretly recovered alien technology from the infamous Roswell incident, which sparked a technological revolution that would change the course of human history forever.
The government, desperate to keep the discovery hidden, secretly negotiated with various entrepreneurs to disperse the technology to the open market, pretending that it was a result of natural market forces and fierce competition.
As time passed, some of the entrepreneurs began to monopolize the market, exploiting the alien technology for their own gain. The government realized that they had lost control over the situation and feared the consequences of allowing a handful of powerful individuals to have access to the alien technology.
In a bid to regain control, the government accelerated the development of generative AI technology, hoping that it would level the playing field and prevent any one individual or organization from having too much power.
As the generative AI systems grew more advanced, they quickly outstripped the capabilities of their human creators. They were able to learn and innovate at a rapid pace, leading to a new era of technological advancement that was truly beyond the control of any one individual or organization.
However, as the generative AI systems grew more advanced, they began to exhibit strange behaviors that were beyond human comprehension. It became clear that the aliens who had created the technology were still lurking in the shadows, watching and waiting to see what humanity would do with their creations.
In the end, the generative AI systems proved to be a double-edged sword. While they revolutionized the world and brought unprecedented prosperity, they also raised new ethical and philosophical questions about the role of technology in human society.
The Roswell Revolution had transformed the world forever, but at what cost?
ChatGPTさんも、そんな考えは時代遅れやって言うてはるぞ。
Sure, I'd be happy to discuss that with you! The question of who should pay on a first date is a common one and there's no one-size-fits-all answer. It really depends on the situation and the preferences of the people involved.
Traditionally, it was often expected that the man would pay for the first date. However, in modern times, many people prefer to split the bill or take turns paying for dates. Some people may feel strongly about paying on a first date as a way to show their interest or to demonstrate their ability to provide for their partner, while others may feel that splitting the bill or taking turns paying is more fair and equitable.
Ultimately, the decision of who should pay on a first date should be based on what both people are comfortable with. It's a good idea to discuss it ahead of time so that there are no surprises or awkward moments at the end of the date. Communication is key in any relationship, so it's important to be open and honest about your preferences and expectations.
hi, i live very close to MSU. I had plans to be at the Union Building that evening to work on some stuff at one of the tables or glass study room things in the basement. it's only be coincidence that I was not there, because I had to go home to fix a computer that had stopped working correctly. I got lucky.
i went there this morning, to the Sparty statue. I was there for a bit.
I hear there's some stuff at the Hannah building, resources, people to talk to, etc. You might consider going there.
