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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
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中途採用でECサイトの業界に入った。二十代半ばの頃である。外資ということで緊張してたけど、意外とそうでもなかった。
厳しい社風ではあったが、それはルールや数字に厳しいというだけであり。自社のポリシーや規則に従って行動していれば、結果が悪くてもそうまで低い評価が付けられることはない。
もっというと、上の意向をしっかり確認して動くということか。いや、違うな。ちゃんとした意思決定の過程を踏むということだ。上の判断が必要なら議論をし、委任事項であれば自分の責任で物事に挑み、失敗しても成功しても検証記録を残していく。これだけのことができずに消えていく人間を何十人も見てきた。
語りが過ぎた。私はeコマース(ネットでの買い物)の世界で長い間働いてきた。実はもう転職が決まっている。記念に、これまでの努力の過程を書き綴っておきたいと思った。ちょうど今は卒業シーズンである。
ただ、努力はしたけれども、いい結果が出ないことの方が多かった。もしくは結果自体の測定ができないか。それでもいくつかの改善はできた。その一部を記していきたい。
私の専門分野はレビューシステムだった。あなたも、ECサイトで★を付けたことが一度はあるのではないか。私は、そのあたりの仕組みやルールを作っていく部門で働いていた。SE寄りではなくて、インフラ寄りでもなくて、格好よくいえば社内Sler兼企画といったところか。
これから、何点かのトピックに分けて思い出深い改善活動について述べていきたい。なお、特定の用語を出すとどこの会社かわかってしまうので、専門用語は一般的な言葉に置き換える。例えば、あるレビューにクリック等で賛意を示すことは「いいね！」で統一する。
昔は、ある特定のレビュアーへの通報が多かった。違反報告か、問い合わせ窓口(TEL,mail)を通じて、「あのレビューは誹謗中傷だ」「特定個人の名誉を傷つけている」「製造メーカーへの粘着が見られる」「差別的な表現を用いているので削除すべし」といったものが多かった。確かに、通報先のレビューを読んでみると、大変よろしくない表現が散見された。
当時は、電話によるカスタマーサポートがあった。その窓口に、正義感を持った方々が、上記の善くないレビュー及びレビュアー(bad egg)について抗議していた。
こういった問題あるレビューについて、私がいた部署では対応が必要と考えていなかった。直属の上司も、さらに上の人間も、どの国にも地域にもいる悪口をたくさん言う人としか捉えていなかった。
しかし、私や数人のチームメンバーは、彼ら悪辣なレビュアー(bad egg,bad person)の行為が、サイト全体の害になると考えていた。具体的には、次のような行為を彼ら(彼女ら)は行う。
・商品をわざと口汚く罵り、マイナス評価や罵倒コメントが付くことを喜んでいる
※アニメや漫画、小説といったエンターテインメントに多く見られる
特に、一番下のタイプの顧客の場合、サイト利用者に不愉快な印象を残す可能性が高い。対処が必要と思われた。
しかし、データがなかった。上司にある対策を提案した際に言われたのは、「今あなたがしようとしているのは、私の権限を超える行為であり、本社への協議も必要である。主観ではなく、根拠を示したうえで提案せよ」というものだった。
それから半年以上かかったものの、私とその小さいチームで初版の検証資料を作成した。それは、次の結論から成り立っている。
・悪辣なレビュアーと論戦になった顧客は、その後半年間での実質退会率が高い
具体的なマイナス幅を提示することはできないが、統計学上、数パーセント以上という有意な範囲で顧客にマイナスの影響を与えていた。当然売り上げも落ちている。
悪辣なレビュアーは、一般的な顧客とレビュー内容を巡って論争(※当時はコメント機能あり)になった際、いわゆる煽り行為をする。その口汚い言葉が顧客を傷つけ、顧客体験を棄損してしまう。そんな当たり前のことに気が付くのは容易だったが、数値的に証明することは難しかった。
私たちの検証結果は、上の階層へと引き継がれた。さらに細かく検証するという――それから数ヶ月が経って、本社の方から通達があった。
「次のとおりレビューシステムの仕様変更を検討する。そちらの考えをまとめて回答せよ」とのことだった。以下は仕様変更案の参考文面である。
‐改善案‐
「参考にならなかった」のコンバージョンボタン(Conversion Button)の廃止を検討する。
理由：悪質な利用者が一定数いることで顧客体験を損ねている。顧客がより安全にショッピングを楽しむためにも、悪意をもって低評価をする者への対処が必要である。
私たちは、その通達と、添付されていた検証資料を読んだうえで、時間をかけて再検証を行い、廃止は正しい行為であるという回答を上申した。
加えて、現状のレビューシステムにある顧客同士で討論できるコメント機能についても、建設的な議論が行われているとは言い難い状況にあることから、廃止を提言した。
積年の課題だった。残念ながら目下解決には至っていない。不正レビュー根絶の目途もつかない。明白な違反者であれば発見・処分ができるのだが、グレー段階での処分は難しい。
実際に、不正を行ったと思しき者を見つけることはできる。AIが発展した現在だと、いわゆるサクラレビューと呼ばれるものはシステムの方で自動的に発見し、一定確率で怪しいものを報告してくれる。
昔は、一件一件手作業であったり、Excelのフィルタ機能を組み合わせるかのように検索条件を設定して虱潰し(shirami-press)に見ていく必要があった。
そう、不正行為と思しきレビューを見つけることはできる。あくまで見つけることは。だが、はっきりクロだと断定し、処分を下すのは人間にしかできない。1日につき何十件、多い日だと百件以上も上がってくる不正と思しきレビューに対応するのは不可能に近い。
多くのECサイトには、利用規約や社会倫理に反する行為をする利用者(販売者、注文者、閲覧者)を処罰するためのポジションが存在する。弊社においても当然あったが、少数精鋭が過ぎて不正レビューへの対応が後手に回っていた。
不正を見つけることはできても、処分することは難しい。冤罪があってはならないのはもちろんのこと、微妙なケースである場合も、利用者が今後弊社を利用してもらえるよう最大限配慮する必要がある。
はてなのサービスでいうならば、以下の利用規約の適用に係る取扱いが最も近い。
d. 迷惑行為、嫌がらせ行為、誹謗中傷行為、正当な権利なく他者に精神的被害・経済的被害を与える行為
e. 自分以外の個人や会社、団体を名乗ったり、権限なく特定の会社や団体の名称を使用したり、架空の個人や会社、団体を名乗ったり、事実がないにも関わらず他の人物や会社、団体と業務提携や協力関係があると偽ったりする行為
私は、学生時代からはてなのサービスを利用している。はてな匿名ダイアリーにおいては、この規定を制限的に運用しているように見える。
というのも、明らかに釣りと思われる投稿をしたり、他人になりすましたり、特定の企業や団体を匂わせる文書を発しているエントリが一定数みられるが、運営が規約規範として対処している様子はない。
推測ではあるが、99％のクロであっても、それが100％でない限りは対処しないという方針であろうと思われる。冤罪を避ける意図もあるが、意見の多様性を保持するためでもあるし、はてな匿名ダイアリーをひとつの実験場として捉えているのかもしれない。当方は、増田なる場所を蟲毒のひとつであると考えている。
話を戻す。レビューに関する不正行為について――その大半がサクラ行為であるが、不正行為の抽出までは技術的に自動化できるものの、最終判断は人がせねばならない、かつ間違いがあってはならない――という課題について説明した。
ただし、今のところはそれで問題ないと個人的に考えている。というのも、不正レビューへの対処が迅速ではないというだけで、悪質な行為をする利用者を取り締まること自体はできているからだ。技術が向上すれば、今後の改善も見込まれる。
今でも、ECサイトを覗いているとサクラレビューが多く散見される。会社を去って他業界に行く自分がいうのもどうかと思うが、今後も建設的な手段により不正行為への対策が効率化される未来を願っている。
多くのECサイトでは、役に立つレビューを行った人に賛意を示すことができる(冒頭の「いいね！」ボタン)。多くの点数がついたレビューは、商品欄において上位に表示されるようになる。
どのECサイトも、できるだけ多くのレビューを投稿してほしいと考えている。世の中の儲かる商売というのは、消費者に働いていただくことで成り立っている(GoogleやTwitterが典型例。もちろんはてなもそうである。運営会社はブロガーの生産活動によって生きている。ほかには食べログ・リクルート・メルカリなど)。
過去の弊社においても、どういった仕組みを採用すれば多くの利用者にレビューを書いてもらえるのか、サイト黎明期の先達は検討に検討を積み重ねた。
結果として、レビュアーランキングシステムという、今では各社で一般的になった仕組みが誕生した。かつてECサイトが未開の荒野を歩いていた時代の発明のひとつである。
永きにわたって活躍したランキングシステムだが、今では隔世の感が否めない。レビュアー同士の競争を促進することで、より多くの良質なレビューが生まれるという判断があったが、それは一企業人の錯覚に過ぎなかった。一企業においても高度の統計分析が可能となった現代において判明したのは、その役割を果たさなくなっていることである。
「レビュアーランキングの存在によって、自らの票を集めることのみを目的としたレビューが増える。初めは良質なレビューを書いていた利用者でも、ランキング上位になった後にレビューの質が低下する傾向にある」
ある時、自分の書いたレビューがバズったとする。それは、有名な映画か小説か漫画かアニメか、化粧品か家電製品か衣服か、はたまた書籍か、なんでもいい。自分のレビューが数百人からの「いいね！」を集めたとする。その後も良質のレビューを投稿し続け、同じような体験を繰り返したとする。そして、あなたは晴れてレビュアーランキングの相当上位に昇った。あなたが投稿したレビューのどこかに、それを示すバッジが掲示される。
さて、晴れて上位レビュアーとなったあなたであるが、その後に何もしなかった場合、順位は落ちていく。数ヶ月も何もしなければ、まず確実にバッジは剥がれる。元に戻るのだ。
それが嫌なレビュアーもいる。上位レビュアーでありたいがために、関連商品にとりあえずのレビューをいくつも投稿する。人の目を引くために過激な表現を使うし、ゴシップサイトさながらの低俗な言葉遣いをすることもある。また、省力化のため、自己や他者のレビュー内容の一部を借用することがあるかもしれない。
上記の調査研究において、上位レビュアーによるそういった傾向が明らかになった。特に、サブカルチャーにおいては顕著であった。
【具体例】
・新作アニメの公開時期になると、数行程度のレビューを無差別に付けて回る
・水平展開するコンテンツ（原作→アニメ、小説、映画、舞台etc）の各所に似たレビューをする
現在では、レビュアーランキングシステムは廃止されている。上に挙げたようなマイナス効果の方が大きいというのが、社内の統一された意見となった。
レビュー自体については、今後も廃止されることはないだろう。私自身も、レビューの調査研究を続ける度に学びになることがあった。人の親愛の興味深い傾向(ex.数千字にわたって自分の家族の話をする)であったり、笑いを狙ったユーモア(ex.ヘッドフォンの音質は、元の電源によって異なる。原子力発電か火力発電かソーラー発電かを聞き分けられると一人前)であったり、その道のプロと思われる学術的なレビュー（読書カテゴリに多い）も多数拝読した。
日記は以上である。懐かしい思い出を振り返る機会ができてよかった。年度末ということで、新しい職場に移る前に買き始めておきたかった。投稿はゴールデンウィークになってしまった。
次の職場も、一般企業と各消費者を結びつけるタイプの仕事になる。フリマアプリの会社である。残念ながら、自分の仕事を通じて、どれほどの顧客体験を社会にもたらしたのかを測定できる手法は未だ確立されていない。私が生きているうちに、そういった手法が生み出されることがあるのだろうか。
最後に、ここまでお読みいただきありがとう。今後、あなたが利用した商品をレビューしたことで、そのサイトでショッピングをする何千、何百万人という利用者が喜ぶ未来を祈っている。
Hey guys, did you know that in terms of male human and female Pokémon breeding, Vaporeon is the most compatible Pokémon for humans? Not only are they in the field egg group, which is mostly comprised of mammals, Vaporeon are an average of 3"03' tall and 63.9 pounds. this means they're large enough to be able to handle human dicks, and with their impressive Base stats for HP and access to Acid Armor, you can be rough with one. Due to their mostly water based biology, there's no doubt in my mind that an aroused Vaporeon would be incredibly wet, so wet that you could easily have sex with one for hours without getting sore. They can also learn the moves Attract, Baby-Doll eyes, Captivate, Charm and Tail Whip along with not having fur to hide nipples, so it'd be incredibly easy for one to get you in the mood. With their abilities Water Absorb and Hydration, they can easily recover from fatigue with enough water. No other Pokémon comes close with this level of compatibility. Also, fun fact, if you pull out enough, you can make your Vaporeon turn white. Vaporeon is literally built for human dick. Ungodly defense stat + high HP pool + Acid Armor means it can take cock all day, all shapes and sizes and still come for more.
ケーブルテレビSTBでは見られない場合が多いようなのでBSパススルーとか
地域によってはSTBで見られるようになったかもしれないので最新情報要確認
・02 ダーウィン
・04 レスリング
・05 ひこにゃん
・06 [人物]ひき肉 ひきにく
・07 [すべて]アイオワ州 アイダホ州 イリノイ州 インディアナ州
・08 『怪獣8号』
・09 坂本龍一 さかもとりゅういち
・13 10億
・15 ハッブル
・16 [どれ]ホーチミン
・18 ピーター・ドラッカー
・27 [3択]1 7年
・28 しぎ(焼き
・29 ヤバイTシャツ屋さん
・30 ラトビア
・31 [角度]180(度
・34e [どちら]筋肉
この増田もコメで「無礼講祭りなのに」って言ってるやつも、この動画の前段の炎上話が見えてない。
この日本人女性アカが動画をアップする前からホーリー祭りの女性の危険性を巡る話が世界的に炎上してたのだ。
去る3月8日、国際女性デーということもあり、インドを中心にサービス展開をする結婚相談アプリ企業のBharatMatrimonyが、「女性がホーリー祭りのペイントを落とすと暴行されたアザが出てくる」という広告を出した。
そしたらヒンドゥー教徒の右翼男性たちが「インド人は女性に暴行する民族だと馬鹿にするのか！神聖なホーリー祭りを馬鹿にするのか！外国人だろうとみんな普通に仲良く楽しんでるぞ！許さん！広告を取り下げろ！」と大激怒して炎上状態。結局会社は広告を取り下げることになった
Bharat Matrimony’s Holi ad receives backlash on social media; here’s why | Lifestyle News,The Indian Express
その直後に日本人女性が「ホーリー祭りでセクハラ受けたよ」って動画をアップしたから「やっぱりホーリー祭りは危ないじゃないか！」って大問題に。
バーラト族の結婚広告のボイコットを呼びかける人々はこれを見る必要があります - YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMdQWM04GkI
Japanese Woman Harassed, Groped, Hit With Egg On Holi On Her First Solo Visit To India | HerZindagi
https://www.herzindagi.com/society-culture/japanese-woman-harassed-holi-article-224766
顔を潰された形のヒンズー右翼含む世論も犯人に対して怒りしかなくて、当局が声明を出して、捜査開始し、映像に映るセクハラ犯は全員逮捕となった。ネットでは被害女性に「ごめんね」殺到してイメージ回復。
被害女性本人の説明ツイートもされてて1人で行ったわけではないって言ってるね
https://twitter.com/megumiko_india/status/1634554779123998720
戦車の車輪の下にある塵より少なくていい、 美しいオダリスクで武装したハーレムが、私の剣を汚さない錆止めが欲しかったんだ。
お前の拳ほどの大きさの、真っ赤な金塊が欲しかった。
そしてあの権利を横取りする汚い連中を、犬に食わせてやるんだ！
男爵に立ち向かいランスを折って、俺の女に手を出してみろと挑んでみたかった。
それも涼しい朝の当直の時間に、千マイルの道のりを飛んできたアホウドリの翼がゆっくりと傾く音以外のどんな動きも見られない…
ストリセンデとポイクテスメを見たかったし、ホームズに "ゲームは進行中だ！ "と揺り起こされたかった。
ミシシッピ川をいかだで下り、ブリッジウォーター伯爵や消えた王子と一緒に暴徒から逃れることもしたかった。
プレスター・ジョンとエクスカリバーを手に、静かな湖に浮かぶ月光の腕に抱かれたかった。
ユリシーズやサモトラケのトロスと一緒に航海し、いつも午後のような土地で蓮を食べたかったのだ。
子供のころのようなロマンチックな感覚や不思議な感覚を取り戻したかった。
今のようなみすぼらしい、汚い、ひどい世の中ではなく、彼らが約束してくれたような世界になることを願ったんだ。
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補足説明
ロックの卵：ロック鳥とは『東方見聞録』や『千夜一夜物語』に登場する伝説の巨大な鳥だが、英語的に「Roc's egg」といえば、お話だけで実在しない、信じられない物を指す
バルスーム：エドガー・ライス・バローズが創作した架空の火星世界
ストリセンデとポイクテスメ：ジェイムズ・ブランチ・キャベルの創作に登場する架空の城と国
プレスター・ジョン：中世ヨーロッパの十字軍時代に生まれた伝説、東方にあるという幻のキリスト教徒の王国
いつも午後のような土地で蓮を食べ：叙事詩『オデュッセイア』の一説、食べる事により世のすべての苦痛を忘れるという「ロートスの実」の伝説
現在１４９倍
https://twitter.com/rosedotai/status/1618398064682893312
https://twitter.com/USATODAY/status/1619055138475282436
A feed machine at a chicken farm in Tokyo, Japan, fell onto thousands of eggs, breaking many of them as workers stood in disbelief.
日本の東京にある養鶏場の飼料機械が数千個の卵の上に落下し、従業員が信じられない思いで立っていたため、その多くが壊れました。
Machine topples on eggs at chicken farm
A feed machine at a chicken farm in Tokyo, Japan, fell onto thousands of eggs, breaking many of them as workers stood in disbelief.
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Do you think this is why price on eggs in the US is so high?
Trust me it is not the real reason. Egg producers as other corporations are taking advantage of the moment and raise or better say gauge the price.
たとえば「エロ動画のURL」などと書いてあるリンクを踏んだら、
往年の歌手リック・アストリーのミュージックビデオが出てくる、
といったような釣りのこと。
もとは4chanに「egg」を「duck」に置き換えるワードフィルタが実装され、
「eggroll」が「duckroll」に置換されてしまったことで、
面白がったユーザーにより「車輪のついたアヒル」の動画が作られ、
それが釣りに使われたことで、そうした釣りURL自体が「duckroll」と呼ばれるようになった。
そのアヒルの動画の代わりにリック・アストリーの動画が使われたので、
さらにもじって「rickroll」と呼ばれるようになった。
