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this is just awful imagine studying animation and art your whole life just for your job to get stolen by AI how do people think this is impressive this is absolutely terrifying and it should genuinely be illegal
訳：これ、ほんとにひどいよ。ずっとアニメとか芸術を勉強してきたのに、AIに仕事奪われるなんて。なんでみんなこれがすごいって思うんだろう。ほんとに怖いし、マジで違法にすべきだよ。
Bob the First, at the head of my long list of robins, having been killed by my pet owl, I very soon bought another. This one was not so gentle nor so handsome as Bob the First, his wings and his tail having their ends sawed off by contact with the wires of too small a cage.
Fearing that he might be lonely in my aviary with only rabbits, guineapigs, pet rats, and pigeons for company, I bought another robin called Dick. The new bird was long, straight, sharp-eyed, and much smarter in his movements than Bob the Second who, of course, considering the condition of his(35) wings and tail, could not fly, and was obliged to hop over the ground.
It was very amusing to see the two robins stare at each other. Both had probably been trapped young, for at that time the law against the keeping of wild birds in captivity was not enforced, and boys and men were perniciously active in their depredations among our beautiful wild beauties.
Bob the Second was very fond of stuffing himself, and he used to drive the pigeons from the most promising window ledges and partake freely of the food scattered about.
Poor Dick ran about the ground looking for worms, and not finding many, got desperate and flew up to the window ledge.
Bob lowered his head and flew at him with open bill. Dick snapped at him, hopped up to the food, and satisfied his hunger, Bob meanwhile standing at a little distance, a queer, pained thread of sound issuing from between his bill, “Peep, peep, peep!”
A robin is a most untidy bird while eating, and as often as Dick scattered a morsel of food outside the dish, Bob would spring forward and pick it up with a reproving air, as if he were saying, “What an extravagant fellow you are!”
Whenever a new bird enters an aviary, he has to find his place—he is just like a new-comer in a community of human beings. Bob, being alone, was in the lead when Dick came. Dick, having the stronger bird mind, promptly dethroned him. They were(36) very amusing birds. Indeed, I find something clownish and comical about all robins kept in captivity.
The wild bird seems to be more businesslike. The partly domesticated bird, having no anxiety about his food supply, indulges in all sorts of pranks. He is curious and fond of investigation, and runs swiftly at a new object, and as swiftly away from it, if it seems formidable to him.
The arrival of new birds in the aviary always greatly excited Bob, and he hopped about, chirping, strutting, raising his head feathers, and sometimes acting silly with his food, just like a foolish child trying to “show off” before strangers.
When I introduced a purple gallinule to him, Bob flew up into the air, and uttered a shriek of despair. He feared the gallinule, and hated the first Brazil cardinal I possessed, and was always sparring with him. One day I put a second cardinal into the aviary. Bob thought it was his old enemy, and ran full tilt at him. His face of ludicrous dismay as he discovered his mistake and turned away, was too much for me, and I burst out laughing at him. I don’t think he minded being made fun of. He flirted his tail and hopped away.
At one time Bob made up his mind that he would not eat crushed hemp-seed unless I mixed it with bread and milk, and he would throw it all out of his dish unless I made it in the way he liked.
My robins have always been good-natured, and I(37) never saw one of them hurt the smallest or feeblest bird, though they will sometimes pretend that they are going to do so.
When Bob took a sun-bath, any member of the family who happened to be near him would always be convulsed with laughter. He would stretch his legs far apart, stick out his ragged plumage, elevate his head feathers till he looked as if he had a bonnet on, and then half shut his eyes with the most ludicrous expression of robin bliss.
All birds look more or less absurd when taking sun-baths. They seem to have the power to make each feather stand out from its neighbor. I suppose this is done in order that the sun may get to every part of the skin.
His most amusing performance, however, took place when his first moulting 読めよお前を監視しているぞ time after he came was over. One by one his old, mutilated feathers dropped out, and finally new ones took their places. On a memorable day Bob discovered that he had a real tail with a white feather on each side of it, and a pair of good, serviceable wings. He gave a joyful cry, shook his tail as if he would uproot it, then spread his wings and lifted himself in the air. Hopping time was over. He was now a real bird, and he flew from one end of the aviary to the other with an unmistakable expression of robin ecstasy.
Most unfortunately, I had not a chance to study poor Dick’s character as fully as Bob’s, for I only had him a short time. Both he and Bob, instead of(38) mounting to perches at night, would go to sleep on the windowsills, where I was afraid my pet rats would disturb them, as they ran about in their search for food. Therefore, I went into the aviary every evening, and lifted them up to a comfortable place for the night, near the hot-water pipes. I would not put robins in a warm place now. They are hardy birds, and if given a sufficient quantity of nourishing food do not need a warm sleeping-place. If we only had a better food supply I believe we would have many more wild birds with us in winter in the Northern States and Canada than we have now.
Late one evening I went into the aviary to put my robins to bed. I could only find Bob—Dick was nowhere to be seen. My father and mother joined me in the search, and finally we found his poor, lifeless body near the entrance to the rats’ underground nest. His head had been eaten—poor, intelligent Dick; and in gazing at him, and at the abundance of food in the aviary, the fate of the rats was sealed.
I fed my birds hard-boiled egg mashed with bread crumbs, crushed hemp-seed, scalded cornmeal, bread and milk, prepared mockingbird food, soaked ant eggs, all kinds of mush or “porridge,” as we say in Canada, chopped beef, potato and gravy, vegetables cooked and raw, seeds and fruit, an almost incredible amount of green stuff, and many other things—and yet the rats had found it necessary to commit a murder.
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Well, they must leave the aviary, and they did, and for a time Bob reigned alone. I did try to bring up a number of young robins given to me by children who rescued them from cats, or who found them on the ground unable to fly, but for a long time I had very hard luck with them.
Either the birds were diseased or I did not feed them properly. I have a fancy that I half starved them. Bird fanciers whom I consulted told me to be sure and not stuff my robins, for they were greedy birds. As long as I took their advice my young robins died. When I went to my canaries for advice I saw that the parents watched the tiny heads folded like flowers too heavy for their stalks, over the little warm bodies in the nests.
The instant a head was raised the mother or father put a mouthful of warm egg-food in it. The little ones got all they would eat—indeed, the father, with food dripping from his mouth, would coax his nestlings to take just one beakful more. I smiled broadly and began to give my robins all the worms they wanted, and then they lived.
The bringing up of young birds is intensely interesting. I found that one reason why early summer is the favorite time for nest-making is because one has the short nights then. Parents can feed their young quite late in the evening and be up by early daylight to fill the little crops again. Robins are birds that like to sit up late, and are always the last to go to bed in the aviary.
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I solved the difficulty of rising at daylight to feed any young birds I was bringing up by giving them a stuffing at eleven o’clock at night. Then I did not have to rise till nearly eight.
This, of course, was for healthy birds. If I had a sick guineapig, rabbit, or bird, I never hesitated to get up many times during the night, for I have a theory that men and women who cannot or will not undertake the moral responsibility of bringing up children, should at least assist in the rearing of some created thing, if it is only a bird. Otherwise they become egotistical and absorbed in self.
Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
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One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
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I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
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I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
peace and quietness of the night after the turmoil of the day, were hooting persistently and melodiously.
“The landlady and the boarders,” gasped my sister; “they will hear and wake up. Can’t you stop the little wretches?”
I sprang out of bed, and addressed a solemn remonstrance to Solomon and Betsy. They were exceedingly glad to see me, and distending their little throats, continued to hoot, their clear, sweet young voices carrying only too well on the still Californian night air.
Then the chipmunk woke up and began to slide up and down an inclined piece of wood in his part of the cage. We were in despair. We could not sleep, until I had the happy thought of giving the owls a bath. I seized Betsy, held her in a basin of water, and wet her feathers considerably. Then I served Solomon in the same way, and for the rest of the night the tiny little things occupied themselves in smoothing their wet plumage. The chipmunk quieted down, and we had peace.
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When we got into the cottage I had a carpenter build a small aviary at the back of it, with a box for rainy weather. The nights were not too cold for my hardy birds. Indeed, they were not too cold for many semi-tropical ones. I found a bird fancier not far from me, who had built a good-sized, open-air aviary, where he kept canaries and foreign finches all the year round, with only a partly open, glass shelter for the birds to use when it rained.
My sparrowhawk did not seem unhappy in my aviary, but he never had the contented, comfortable expression that the owls had. His apathy was pathetic, and the expression of his beautiful, cruel eyes was an unsatisfied one. In time, I should have allowed him to go, but suddenly he fell ill. I think I overfed him, for I got him into the habit of taking a late supper, always leaning out the window and handing him a piece of meat on the end of a stick before I went to bed.
I brought him into the warm kitchen, where he moped about for a few days. Just before he died he came hopping toward the parlor, where I sat entertaining a friend. I often took him in there on the broad windowsill and talked to him as I sat sewing.
He stood in the doorway, gave me a peculiar look, as if to say, “I would come in if you were alone,” hopped back to the kitchen, and in a short time was no more.
My sister and I mourned sincerely for our pretty bird, and I had the uncomfortable feeling that I(20) might have done better if I had left him in his own habitat—but then he might have starved to death if his parents had not found him. Would death by starvation have been any more painful than his death with me? Possibly some larger creature might have killed him swiftly and mercifully—it was a puzzling case, and I resolved to give up worrying about it. I had done what I considered was best, and I tried to console myself for his death in petting the dear little owls that had become so tame that they called to my sister and me whenever they saw us, and loved to have us take them in our hands and caress them.
About them I had no misgivings. They would certainly have died if I had not adopted them, and there was no question about their happiness. They were satisfied with a state of captivity. They had so far lost one of their owl habits, for they kept awake nearly all day, and slept nearly all night—and they could see quite well in the most brilliant Californian sunlight, and that is pretty brilliant. A cat or a dog many yards distant would cause them to raise excitedly the queer little ear tufts that play so prominent a part in the facial expression of some owls, and they would crack their beaks together and hiss angrily if the enemy came too near.
Cats and dogs frightened them, and a broom merely excited them. When strangers wanted to see the elevation of these tufts, a broom, swiftly passed over the floor, would cause Solomon and(21) Betsy to become very wide awake, with feather tufts straight up in the air. I never saw them abjectly and horribly frightened but once. A lady had brought her handsome parrot into the room where the owls were. The poor little mites put up their ear tufts, swayed to and fro on their perch, and instead of packing their feathers and becoming thin and elongated in appearance, as they did for cats and dogs, they puffed themselves out, snapped their beaks, and uttered the loudest hissing noise I had ever heard from them.
From their extremity of fear I concluded that their instinct told them this danger was so imminent that they must make themselves as formidable as possible.
The parrot was of course quickly removed, and I took care that they should never again see another one.
子どもと一緒に図書館に行きました。社会のコーナーには「お仕事」という分類があり
、いろんな仕事が紹介されていました。それを見て、世の中には本当に多種多様な仕事があるんだなぁと改めて感じました。
私は自分が先端的な仕事をしているつもりで、少し天狗になっていましたが、実際には多くの仕事の中の一つに過ぎないんだなと気づきました。これからは、もっと謙虚な気持ちを持ちたいと思います。
by ChatGPT
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引越しの合間に、うっかり（？）安全地帯のコンサートに行きましたヨ！
＠国際フォーラム
アレを見ると、正直人並みにクラクラするんですけど、
９２年の「アンプラグド・ライブ」とか、アルバム「ニセモノ」「GROUND LOVE」あたり、
大好きなんですよ。
30代前半ごろの、隅から隅までエモーショナルな歌声は、ちょっとクセになる。
随分声質変わっちゃいましたけどね。
声質どころか、作品も風貌も言動も放つ雰囲気も、１０数年の間にここまで大きくゆ
「安定」からしか生まれない、確かで貴重な物も沢山あると思うし、
「安定」からは決して生まれない、不確かで驚きに満ちた煌めきも、
同様に、沢山あると思ってしまう。
「無力の剣」が良かった。
「JUNK LAND」「太陽さん」「MR.LONELY」辺りも、聞けて良かった。
圧巻でした。
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作るものって、隠しきれないその人の本質まで暴き出すよなあ、と
しみじみ思う。
どっちがほんとの自分、とかじゃなくて。
皆、多面体。
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どじっこを可愛く語って良いのは、二十歳までだと思うんですよ、、。
（なんだいきなり）
向かったわけです。
電車のがはやいんですけどね。バスでのんびり移動するのが好きなので。
で、約束の20分前にちゃんと最寄駅に到着して、銀行でお金をおろして
家の前まで来て、ハタと気付く。
かっ、鍵忘れてきとるやーーーーん！！！
もちろん新居にねー。
業者の方がめっちゃ良い人で、「大丈夫大丈夫」と御飯を食べながら
待っていて下さいました。
いえ、、罵ってください、、！寧ろ罵られたいです、、！！
に、、、妊娠検査薬、、、！！
「Ｐｉｅｃｅ」の1巻で、折口はるかが購入した「妊娠検査薬」、、！！
。。。なんていちいちフォローするのも変なので、しれっと片付けておきました。
色々ダメ過ぎる。
色んな人にお手伝いして貰って、もうほとんど段ボール片付きましたよ。
手伝って貰ったうえに、アシさんにまたお菓子を恵んでもらってしまったよ。
水まんじゅうも大好き。
あとは「動物っこ」っていうマカロン（の、クリームはさんでないやつ）
かっ可愛すぎる メロメロ
暇だと思われる。
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台風大変でしたね。
RICOHの方が家に来て下さってる間に、電車がとまっちゃいましたよ。
ス、スミマセン。
他にも、帰宅困難者が周りにチラホラ。
北の方、くれぐれもお気を付け下さいね。
ずっと古いお家を借りて住んでたので、新居の新しい設備にボー然です。
お風呂にお湯がたまると、ポップで陽気な音楽が流れるんですよ。
頼んだわけでもないのに、テンションあげあげな、、
大好きな曲なのに。今日まで気付かなかった。
ポップで陽気過ぎて。
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安眠確保！一安心。
「蜂の屋」の「まゆ最中」をくれました。
うわ～い（ほだされた）
今の街に何だかんだで長く住んでたので、
困ったな。ちょっと淋しいです。
私、元々リセット癖があるというか、「も～そろそろいいや、ハイお引越し～」的感覚で、
今の街は気に入ってたんでしょうね、
さすがに９年住んでると、あちらこちらに情が湧く。
元気な時に足しげく通う場所も、しんどい時にホッとできる場所も、
また一から築くのね。
夜中に、ニャンコ追いかけ回すのが好きだった。
懐っこいニャンコがいっぱいいたよ。
昼間のニャンコより夜のニャンコのが魅力的。
何だかとってもややこしい。気がする。
「ああ、こいつ困ってんだな」と思っておいて下さい。
やっぱスマホ欲しいなー。買うかなー。
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日記---
う、、内腿がぁぁあぁアァ、、！歩き方変、って人に言われた。
しょっちゅう引越し繰り返したら、うっすらマッチョになれる気がするよ。
昨日は新居に新しい大きなベッドが入ったよ。何はなくとも安眠！安眠！
安眠確保！！と思ったら、家具屋さんがマットレスを忘れて来ちゃったよ。
ね、、寝れへんやーん。
って事に、和菓子屋のカフェにうどんを食べに行って気づいたよ。
さわやか～。
今年は満月なのね
か、片付けなきゃ。
（うん。昨日一日じゃ、どうにもならなかったのねー。
そもそも何で一日でどうにか出来ると思ったのか、、謎）
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日記---
同じく、次号に出てくる卵料理。
美味しそうでしょう～食べたくなるでしょう～と、思ってたら、
編集さんが、にそっくりな「万惣」の「フルーツオムレツ」を食べに連れて行って
くれました。どーーん！
中はシュワシュワふわとろ。
あ～見てるだけで幸せ♡ 食べるけど！
アップしちゃうけど、普段はちゃんと地味な御飯作って食べてるよ～
と、母に向かって言っとこう。
野菜も食べてるよ～。
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おやつ---
次号のテーマは「卵」です。
アシさんが描いてくれた「目玉焼き」 うまいでしょう！（私が得意げ）
えーっと、来月１０月１３日発売予定の「Betsucomi １１月号」に載るよ。
お楽しみに～！
お楽しみに～！
気を付けて行ってきまーす！
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お仕事---
原稿ほぼ終了
作画中に消しゴムで消しちゃったヤツ）入れ直して、最終チェックして、
終わったぜ！やったぜ！祝うぜ！と浮かれて、アシスタントさん達と
お腹があまりにすいてて、ことごとく料理の写真を撮り忘れそうになる私達。
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バーニャカウダとチーズ入りエビチリ、豚肉と季節のお野菜醤油炒め。
豚肉～は大皿に盛り付けられた状態で撮りたかったのに撮り忘れ、
「だめだね～私達。どんだけお腹減ってんだー」なんて舌の根の乾かぬうちに
「たっ、卵かけご飯にしか見えへんやんけーーっ！！」by播州弁
うん、そうだね。日々、ちっぽけなネタの積み重ねだよね。
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どれもこれも美味しかった♡
おやすみなさい～(-_-)zzz
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ごはん---
かんぼうちょ～～っ
ちょっと淋しい。
あとは「ウォール・ストリート」と「武士の家計簿」と「マザーウォーター」も
借りてみた。
DVD借りてきて、アシスタントさんと作業しながら観る事多いんですけどね。
当たり前ですけど、手元見て仕事してますからね、テレビ画面なんて
ほとんど見てないわけですよ。
難しい。ほぼ捏造。
どれも、あとでゆっくり観てみよう。
いっぱい誤解してそうで、感想すら書けないや。
作業中にこっそり（？）抜け出して、ダッシュで美容院にも行って来た。
ショート飽きてきた。のばすかなー。
心配。速く通り過ぎておくれー。
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本・映画---
同じく北海道で買ってきたおつまみ系も、今日仕事場で開けてみた。
なのに、あと７枚も残ってる。
、、、、、、、、、、？
明日の私が、がんばる。
おやすみなさいー。
これApple Watchつけてる写真上げてる男も腕毛すごかったりドラえもんみたいなやつおおくない？
pic.twitter.com/8Bd0v9Vo1c— Zukiのスマガジェ！by.Hetano@yokozuki (@GadgetMajin) June 7, 2024
イタリア: 48.1歳
ドイツ: 46.7歳
韓国: 45歳
カナダ: 42.4歳
フランス: 42.4歳
イギリス: 40.6歳
アメリカ合衆国: 38.8歳
ユーザーの59.2％は25〜49歳。そもそもTwitterは17＋の年齢制限アプリだし、単純に先進国はおっさん・おばさんの人口が多い。
https://www.statista.com/statistics/283119/age-distribution-of-global-twitter-users/
| 年齢層 | シェア |
| 13-17歳 | 6.6％ |
| 18-24歳 | 17.1％ |
| 25-34歳 | 38.5％ |
| 35-49歳 | 20.7％ |
| 50歳以上 | 17.1％ |
アメリカでは最多ユーザーが10代で10-29歳で47.4％を占める。
なお、日本のTikTokユーザーの平均年齢34歳だそうです(博報堂)
https://www.statista.com/statistics/1095186/tiktok-us-users-age/
| 年齢層 | 割合 |
| 10-19歳 | 25％ |
| 20-29歳 | 22.4％ |
| 30-39歳 | 21.7％ |
| 40-59歳 | 20.3％ |
| 50歳以上 | 11％ |
アメリカに限定するとインスタは18〜24歳の間で最も人気のアプリで
18〜29歳の71％がアクティブなインスタアカウントを持っているそうな
https://www.statista.com/statistics/325587/instagram-global-age-group/
| 年齢層 | 割合 |
| 13-17歳 | 8.5％ |
| 18-24歳 | 30.1％ |
| 25-34歳 | 31.5％ |
| 35-44歳 | 16.1％ |
| 45-54歳 | 8％ |
| 55-64歳 | 3.6％ |
| 65歳以上 | 2.1％ |
陸自「沖縄戦は善戦した」 幹部候補の教育方針に 住民被害に触れず識者が批判 市民団体の開示請求で判明
https://www.okinawatimes.co.jp/articles/-/1373064
この記事について。アホみたいなブコメが並んでるので、元陸上自衛官の増田が、沖縄戦を善戦と考える陸上自衛隊の考え方を説明するね。
なお、増田は元陸上自衛官だけど、政治的にはリベラル寄りで歴史修正主義や戦前の美化には反対の立場だよ。
軍隊というのは、一つ前の戦争に備えるという習性があるって言われているし、まあ、どんな仕事でも普通にやってるとそうなる。
陸上自衛隊で言えば、太平洋戦争（島嶼戦）と日中戦争。で、日中戦争はゲリラ狩りの治安戦と、弱い中国軍閥相手の無双みたいな感じで、（侵略戦争しない限りは）あんまり参考にならない。
太平洋戦争の島嶼戦はというと、陸軍は敵上陸直後の脆弱な状態を狙っての水際撃破を狙ってたんだけど、これは艦砲射撃や戦車揚陸艦艇などの存在でさっぱり上手くいかなかったもんですな。あと、（クソ役立たずの海軍のせいで）海上交通路が絶たれて餓死というのが多かったけど、まあ論外。
で、逆に、うまくいったパティーンが、ペリリュー、硫黄島、沖縄で、これは堅固な築城による陣地を構築し、艦砲射撃や爆撃を無効化、寄せてくる敵は緊密に連携した陣地で削り倒して遅退するってやつなんですが、めちゃくちゃ上手くいった。例えば、圧倒的に優勢な敵に対して、嘉数高地とかで善戦しまくったわけです。あ、湾岸戦争の73イースティングの戦いでイラク軍が似たような反斜面陣地やろうとしたけど、うまくいかなかったみたいです。まあ、準備不足だったし砂漠だからムズいよね。
ただまあ、これは、戦略的に見れば防衛、時間稼ぎにしかならんかったわけですが。
で、戦後。
わーくには、専守防衛という政策を取るようにしました。その結果、軍事的には本土決戦しかないということになりました。
海上自衛隊と航空自衛隊がいるじゃないかという向きもあろうかと思いますが、空自さんは開戦初期に無力化されます。だって、空港もレーダーサイトもバレバレなんだもん。ミサイルなどのスタンドオフ攻撃やゲリコマで臨終です。で、海自は航空優勢が無い場所で動けないので役に立ちません。だから、陸上自衛隊は、空自さんが空港を復旧させて、移動警戒隊を展開して、敵の航空戦力が疲弊するまでの間、あるいは米軍が助けに来てくれるまでの間、航空優勢が無く、兵力に劣る中で、本土決戦の地の利を生かして、なんとか粘れってことになります。
そんなわけで、陸上自衛隊は冷戦期において、沖縄戦を範にとるドクトリンを考え、そのための準備を営々と積み上げてきたわけでありんす。音威子府で2師団は壊滅する予定でしたが、師団長自決予定地が決まってるという冗談があったぐらいです。
そんで、国民の皆々様におかれては、専守防衛という政策を取り、かつノーガード戦法ではなく自衛隊を設置している以上、当然に本土決戦を覚悟しているはずで、屍山血河でキルレシオ100対1でも徹底抗戦してくれるはずなんですよね。
それは嫌だっていうなら、ノーガード戦法でどっかの国の庇護下（なお、侵略者は平和主義byクラウゼヴィッツなのでなんでも言うことを聞く必要があり）に入るしかないっすね。ワシはリベラルだから独裁中共はいやだけどね。
だーかーらー、国民にはノーガード戦法でも対外侵略でも「専守防衛＝本土決戦」以外のオプションは自由にあるの。主権者サマなんだからさぁ。
公のしもべは、プロフェッショナルとして与えられた条件で最適解を求めるだけなの。というか、それ以外を考えてはいけないの。ましてや、政治的決断について実力組織が考えるなんてもっての外なの。だから、大モルトケの言う「いいえ、ただ私は軍事上の問題のみ気にかけているのです」って回答しかできないよーん。嫌なら防衛省設置法を廃止すりゃいいんですよ。
PWTに用いられる吸音材はポリウレタンやグラスファイバー、スチールウールなど普通の吸音材だが、その形状に特徴がある
以下のpdfを見ればわかるように、徐々にテーパーの掛かったツノ型の吸音材（Eckel wedge）が用いられることが多い（無響室の壁に貼ってあるものと同型）
https://etran.rs/common/pages/proceedings/IcETRAN2017/AKI/IcETRAN2017_paper_AKI2_6.pdf
あるいは、パイプ状の吸音材の中心をテーパー状にくり抜いて、逆ツノ形とすることもある
いずれにせよ徐々に断面積を変化させることでパイプ終端部での急激な音響インピーダンス変化による反射および気柱共鳴の発生を防ぐ目的があるのだろう
以下、参考資料：
An anechoic wedge is considered to be anechoic if it can absorb 99% of the incident energy (absorption coefficient of 0.99 or a pressure reflection coefficient of 0.1). 3 The length of the anechoic wedge is the primary factor that determines the low frequency limitations of an anechoic wedge but the taper angle also matters. A commonly used criterion is that the low frequency anechoic limit of a wedge occurs when the wedge length is approximately 1/3 the length of a wavelength. Further design considerations are given in Reference 3.
→ツノ形吸音材は波長の三分の一以上の長さでなければならない
ttps://digitalcommons.usu.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1123&context=spacegrant
The end of the receiving side tube was fitted with a 1.35 m anechoic termination designed to be anechoic to 60 Hz [22]. the absorption coefficient is greater than 0.90 all the way to 50 Hz.
→1.35mのツノ形吸音材をパイプ内に配置したところ、50Hzまで0.90の吸音係数となった（注: An absorption coefficient of 1 means that all acoustic energy striking the surface will be absorbed and none reflected）
ttps://physics.byu.edu/docs/publication/790
a 1.5 m anechoic termination was located at the far end of the receiving tube. The source consisted of a 10 cm full-range moving coil driver with a sealed rear enclosure. The anechoic termination consisted of a tapered wedge cut from a solid cylinder of open-cell foam rubber and situated inside another section of 10 cm diameter acrylic tube. An air gap behind the wedge was filled with loose fiberglass insulation and the tube was capped with a thick steel plate.
→1.5m長、10cm口径のアクリルチューブ内にツノ形吸音材を配置。その後ろにはファイバーグラス。67 Hzまで吸音係数0.99（ほぼすべて吸音）、40Hz以下でも0.70以上。
ttps://www.diva-portal.org/smash/get/diva2:893785/FULLTEXT01.pdf
ttps://www.redalyc.org/journal/849/84959055006/html/
ttps://www.researchgate.net/publication/249996349_Numerical_methodologies_for_optimizing_and_predicting_the_low_frequency_behavior_of_anechoic_chambers
ttps://media.neliti.com/media/publications/355792-computational-investigation-of-various-w-284f86a7.pdf
Building a Plane Wave Tube Experimental and Theoretical Aspects（要購入）
On the acoustic wedge design and simulation of anechoic chamber（要購入）
Plane wave analysis of acoustic wedges using the boundary-condition-transfer algorithm（要購入）
ttps://scholarworks.wmich.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1047&context=masters_theses
ttps://www.researchgate.net/file.PostFileLoader.html?id=55113a60d2fd647b6e8b45c9&assetKey=AS%3A273742293340165%401442276656878
→ツノ形吸音材の長さや後ろのエアギャップの長さを変えて吸音率をシミュレーションしている
ttps://pearl-hifi.com/03_Prod_Serv/PR2/Refs/105_Anechoic_Chamber_Design_and_Construction.pdf
→長さや素材を変えて比較
ttps://www.researchgate.net/figure/Impulse-absorption-and-reflection-by-acoustic-foam-wedges-left-and-block-right_fig3_267080775
→ツノ形吸音材と長方形吸音材にインパルスを当てたときの比較。後者は反射波が出ているが前者はスムーズ。
ttps://www.researchgate.net/publication/331351282_How_Do_Acoustic_Materials_Work
https://www.diva-portal.org/smash/get/diva2:893785/FULLTEXT01.pdf
→奥行きが長いほうが吸音効率高い（低域カットオフ周波数: fc=c/4h hはツノの高さ（奥行き））
→流れ抵抗は低いほうが低域まで吸音できる
ttps://pearl-hifi.com/03_Prod_Serv/PR2/Refs/105_Anechoic_Chamber_Design_and_Construction.pdf
→エアギャップが長いと超低域の吸音効率上昇、しかし100Hzあたりで効率低下
→吸音材底部を壁に貼り付けると効率低下（スティフネスが高いとだめ）
棒を突き刺して天井から吊り下げるのもよくないとのこと。しかし棒を突き刺すだけで棒を固定しなければむしろ吸音効率上昇する
→ツノの角度は13～17°くらいが一番いい（それより小さくても大きくても効率減少）
→硬い面に設置するのとレゾネーター上に設置するのでは前者のほうがいい
→グラスウール90kg/m^2と150kg/m^2では後者のほうが良い
→通常ツノ型吸音材はウール系よりも硬いメラミン、ポリウレタン、グラファイトなどで作られる。ファイバーウールのほうが音響特性は良いが強度がないことと人体への危険などがあるため。
→ツノ型吸音材はツノとツノの間に入った音波が反射を繰り返して減衰することから、実質的に3～4倍の面積があることになる
→ツノの先を低密度の素材にして波が入射しやすくし、土台を高密度の素材にして吸音率を高めるなどの工夫もある
ttps://diyaudioprojects.com/Technical/Papers/Loudspeakers-on-Damped-Pipes.pdf
→逆ホーンにするとパイプの共鳴周波数が1/3オクターブ以上下がる
→小型スピーカーの場合200Hz以下は点音源となり無指向性となるがダンプされたパイプの低音はa unidirectional gradient sourceとなり指向性を持つ
ttps://diyaudioprojects.com/Technical/Papers/Alpha-Transmission-Lines.pdf
また面白いことに、逆ツノ形状は「音響ブラックホール」とも呼ばれ、ブラックホールを音響的に再現しようとする試みでも用いられている
詳しいことはよくわからないが、光がブラックホールに入ると脱出不可能になるように、音波が脱出不可能になるような仕組みを音響的に作ろうという試みらしい
中にはノーチラスのような角巻形のいわゆる逆ホーン形状も検討されていて、興味深い
参考：
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0307904X19305700
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/354522527_Acoustic_Black_Hole
このあたりのフレーズで調べると色々出てくる（日本語ではほとんど情報がない）：
impedance tube
acoustic black hole
anechoic wedge
なおKEFが「音のブラックホール」なる迷路状の吸音構造を近年開発した。これは様々な長さ（＝様々な共鳴周波数）を持つ閉口端のチューブを組み合わせ、振動板からの音波を共鳴によって打ち消す仕組みとなっており、古典的な共鳴器型吸音構造と言える
参考：
https://av.watch.impress.co.jp/docs/news/1274260.html
https://international.kef.com/pages/metamaterial
https://www.theabsolutesound.com/articles/metamaterial-absorption-technology/
https://smatsu.air-nifty.com/lbyd/2008/09/post-af53.html
“等速”かつ“直線”の運動には見えないんですが＾＾？
とりあえず、ねつ造かどうかは置いておいて
これが、等速直線に見えている段階で相当な馬鹿ですよね。
しかも、それを泡だって言っている人たちに向かって「馬鹿ものが！」とかって暴言吐いているし、人格までおかしいんですね。
今時の高校生かなにかですか？大人なんだから、たとえ怒っていても表現くらい考えましょうよ。
こんなやつが、本を出していて、
「本の内容は適当でぇ～～っす！」
「おまえら馬鹿だからこういうの好きで買うんだろ～～～！！ばーか」
って言っているようなもんですよ。
とか結論がでたら
その人生は終わる訳だよね。
動画内のコメントが低俗すぎて不愉快であるのなら、「このっ、バカ共が！」とコメントして、知識人のように文章を書いてるあなたも低俗のバカだと思いますね。
このブログを見る方は、もう一度文章をよく読むと、宇宙知識を元に動画を検証してるかのように書かれてるけど、実際はコメントの批判への感情論ばかりです。
ここの筆者の松浦さんはさっさとブログ閉じて二度と発言しないでくれませんか？宇宙開発に携わってる方々全員がバカに見えてしまって可哀想です。
Posted by: とりあえず
正面きってたしなめるだけでなく、「捏造説」にすがりつきたい彼等の傷付きやすい自意識を、上向かせる記事を希望します。
上記のコメントを残している者が、どうしようもない負け犬根性に見えたって、本当は多少のプライドは残ってるし、悔しさだってあるはずです。
最初から、まったく無関心だったら、こうして喚いたり呪ったりしない。軽蔑したくなるかもしれませんが、神舟7号の実績になんの反応も示さない連中よりは、まだ芽があるんです。
それでもイジけた態度しかとれないのは、日本の宇宙開発に希望を見出せないからです。だから「それがどうした日本の方が百倍すげぇ」ではなく「あれはウソだウソに違いない。ウソじゃないってヤツは皆敵だ」になってしまうんです。
ニコニコ動画やそれを真に受けてユーチューブに動画投稿している人達を見ていて、恥ずかしくてしょうがない。ちょっと考えれば捏造じゃないなんてすぐ分かるのに。
本当に捏造なら、中国と正面切って対立している国家連中が黙っている筈が無い。
一週間もすれば騒ぎも終わるんだろうけど、嫌いな相手が「成功したかもしれない」段階で、ここまで嫉妬全開になれるとは。
俺にはこの騒ぎそのものが、日本人の品位と評価を落とす為の陰謀なんじゃないかとさえ思えて来た。
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> こういう発想が一番嫌なんだよな弱者男性論界隈、自他関わらず人を尊重する倫理から離れようとする。女に教育するな～とか不謹慎チキンレース的な、無論本気ではあるまい(本気出されても困るが)。
人として尊重されたことなんてほぼねぇ～～～～～～～お前の人生クソワロタと言われた経験しかないから、すべての人生はクソワロタンバリンシャンシャンくらいしか混ぜっ返し方わかんないし喋れねーんですよ。他人からずっとないがしろにされてきたら、大した能力もないのにどうやって自分を尊重するのか。そしてどうやって他人を尊重したらいいのか。辛いな。
コミュニケーションに飢えまくってるからグダグダ書くぞ。でも毒親の話はカット！いつも通りのテンプレ毒親！(最近ネトウヨってるらしい。ばーかばーか)
社会的な立場もないし、大した能力もない人間って、何話しても基本的には否定しか返ってこないよ。毒親辛い話もたいてい「育ててもらった」だの「産んでもらった」だの、まず親は正しくてお前の考えが歪んでる前提のお説教が返ってくるし、いじめ被害経験も最終的には「そんなだからいじめられる」ばっかりよ。私の中にあるもののうち、肯定的なものって「メシつくったらうまかった」とか「今やってる仕事けっこう上手く行ってる」くらいで、自分のほとんどを占めてる暗くて長くて気色悪い時代は、存在を許されてないんですよ。「30歳近くなって未だに他責」で「そうなったのは自己責任」な自分を尊重？どうやって？
他人のそんな感想とかが思い通りにならんなんてのは当然なんだけど、思い通りにならないことを楽しめるやつなんて最低限が保証されてる奴だけで、生き延びるので精一杯なんですよ。で、これ以上生き延びててもしょうがないなーっていう消極的な希死念慮ってのはずっとついて回ってて、「産んでもらったんだから」とか「育ててもらったんだから」の否定として無意味に死にたい積極的希死念慮がたまに出てきてすべての人生はクソワロタンバリンシャンシャンしちゃうんだろうなぁって。
救いなどは人類誰にも与えられてないってのはなんとなくわかるんだけど、せめて許しはくれよ。赦し？どっちでもいいか。まあこんな辛さも一理はあるって感じてほしいです。二理は感じなくていい。まず存在するんだよ、こういう人間も。人間だよ、弱者男性論界隈でもチー牛でもないよ。いるんだよ。
”財政政策が足りなかったなんて言っているリフレ派は殆どいなかったと思う” うんそうですね。
”財政（支出拡大）による景気振興政策はむしろ考えない方が、日本経済の健全な発展に重要だと思う”
財政再建を優先しろ と言ってるんだから財政政策（の拡大）が足りないとは言ってない
財政政策（政府の支出）が多すぎる！って言っていたわけ。増田の言う通り足りないなんて全く思ってない。
https://jp.reuters.com/article/t9n09z001-interview-hamada-idJPTYE8BQ04C20121227/
インタビュー：日銀は無制限緩和を、物価目標2─3％が適切＝浜田宏一教授
「防災・減災や震災復興など本当に必要なことを遅れずにやっていくことは極めて重要。ただ、国土をすべて強靭（きょうじん）化することはできない。財政による景気振興政策はむしろ考えない方が、日本経済の健全な発展に重要だと思う」
「金融緩和をするので財政も、というのは違う。日本の財政は危機的ではないが、深刻な状態だ。金融緩和で増えた税収は、財政再建に使うべき。税収が上がるので大盤振る舞いすると、せっかくの金融緩和の財政への好影響がなくなってしまう。」
”財政（支出拡大）による景気振興政策はむしろ考えない方が、日本経済の健全な発展に重要だと思う”
男性の自殺率が高いのは「弱い」からだけなのか？ 統計データから読みとく
男性の自殺率が高い背景には、複雑な要因が絡んでいます。厚生労働省の統計によれば、日本の自殺者数は男性が女性の約3倍1と、先進国の中でも高い水準です。以下に、男性の自殺率が高い理由を考察してみましょう。
性別による偏り: 長年にわたって、男性の自殺者数は女性よりも常におおよそ1.5～2倍も多い傾向があります2。2020年4月から10月までの自殺者数を男女別で確認してみても、どの月でも男性の数が顕著に多いことがわかります。男性という性別が自殺に影響を与えていることは明白です。
社会的圧力と男らしさ: 男性は「弱音を吐けない」という固定観念によって、自分の弱さや不安を表現することを避けることがあります。特に中高年男性は、このような社会的圧力を感じやすいとされています3。男性は「男らしさ」の枠組みの中で長年培ってきたノウハウが、現代の環境変化に適用しづらく、不安を抱えていることがあります。
経済的・家族関係のストレス: 経済的な困難や家族関係のトラブル、社会的な閉塞感、感染に対する恐怖心など、多くの要因が考えられます。特に経済的な問題は男性に影響を及ぼしやすいとされています。
自殺対策の重要性: 自殺対策を立てていく際には、これらの要因を慎重に分析し、適切な対策を講じることが必要です。男性だけでなく、女性や子どもの自殺対策も重要であり、日本全体で対策を進める必要があります。
自殺予防には、社会的なサポートや心のケア、適切な専門家の支援が必要です。4 また、男性自身が「弱さを見せてもいい」と感じられる社会環境を整えることも大切です。
by Copilot
