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はてなキーワード: friendとは
今日でプリパラ10周年らしいとXで知り、この10年間をプリパラに伴走してもらった元女児の一例として、振り返りを書き残したくなって、湯上がりにサーキューレーターにあたりながらしてみんとてするなり。
中くらいのお友だちだった放送開始当時、3DSのニコニコ動画で最新話無料配信をしていたプリパラを見ていた。その数年前にNHKで放送していたアニメ「日常」にハマったことをきっかけに、絵柄が好みな感じがするサムネのアニメをとりあえず片っ端から見るという数打ちゃ当たる戦法を取っていた中での出会いだった。
歌、ダンス、少し日常から離れた衣装(コーデ)、人と人の感情を描いた物語と、いろんな種類の好きなもの・関心が高いものがたくさん詰まっていて、週を追うごと目が離せなくなり、「来週のお話が楽しみ」な状態が続いた。
高校生になると買い与えられたスマホでニコニコを観るようになった。そして、Twitterに公式アカウントというものがあると知り、プリパラについての最新情報を得られるようになった。
ニコニコで視聴してるとライブ中のガヤみたいなのがいっぱいいてアニメを1.3倍くらい楽しめたし、Twitterで検索すると放送話の感想がたくさん見られた。でも現実の生活圏内にはプリパラを観ている人はおらず、「高校生から見てもこんなにおもしろいのにな〜」と自分だけが知る宝物を撫でながら、少し寂しく思っていた。
私が高校を卒業すると同時にプリパラは終わったが、家でも部活でもまあまあ大所帯の集団の中でいろんな人間とうまくやりながら生活していたので、中高の生活においてプリパラでの気づきが活かされることもあったし、反対にアニメに共感して悶えることや鼓舞されることも多々あった。元々の自分の思想に近い部分があったから、余計に沁みたということでもあるが、中でもプリパラが一貫して描いた「み〜んなトモダチ、み〜んなアイドル」「I friend you」という心の持ち方は私の心に深く根付いたし、それを目指していいのだという励ましにもなった。そして、その心持ちのうえで、周りに迷惑をかけるようなことをするとシステムというなにやら大きな仕組みによってそれなりに罰されるのも好ましかったし、安心できた。
大学生になると、いろんな趣味の人がいた。これまで知らなかった世界に出会えておもしろかったし、手に入れた新しいメガネを通して再びプリパラを観るとまた違った見え方をするのもおもしろかった。
大学生は基本的に暇でおもしろいものに飢えているので、最近プリパラにハマったという人とも出会えた。3年目にコロナ禍となり人と会えない日々も続いたが、そのおかげでプリティーシリーズのライブが配信ライブになり、地方住みの交通費さえ惜しい貧乏大学生にもプリチケが届いた。近くのカラオケ店でパソコンが繋げられるらしいという話になり、プリパラを通して友達にもなれたトモダチと、一緒に配信ライブを観たり感想を話したり続編制作決定に泣いたりした。バイトしたお金で、幼い頃は指を咥えて眺めてるだけだったアーケードゲームもした。プリチャンのマイキャラはいつの間にか3人もいた。
高校も大学も学校選びはうまくいったので、非常に生きやすかった。それぞれが自分の中に大切なものを持っていて、他人に興味はあるが過度にありすぎず、どうしたら自分の人生がなるべくおもしろくなるか？に各々が向き合っていた。まるでプリパラみたいだった。
働き始めると、プリパラ的な心持ちが全く意味を持たない場面が増えた。私の人生に関係ある人の種類が一気に増え、へ〜この資本主義社会というやつは、いろんな気持ちで出勤してくる人がいるんだなと思った。
そんな中で、始まりそうで始まらないアドパラが少し始まり、プリパラについて考え直すきっかけができた。もう最後にアニメを観てから時間が経ってしまったので、細かいところは忘れてしまったけれど、プリパラの物語の大筋は4年間＆アドパラのどれも、大きくてよくわからなくて理不尽なシステムに改善を求める物語だったように思う。
プリパラの登場人物に悪役はおらず、敵のように感じる人は、ただこちらとあちらで考え方が違うだけとして描かれていた。その違いで衝突が起きたり悲劇が起きたりもするが、それら含めた1年間の大きな物語は最終的に「でもこんなことが起きちゃうこの仕組みって、システムって、おかしいんじゃないか？」という気づきに繋がり、「え、やっぱおかしいよね」「変えた方がよくね？」とざわざわしだして、「みんなで変えちゃおうよ！」になる。これはちょうど今の、社会人ランクかけだし研究生の私に必要な励ましだった。
これから先、50年も100年も生きるかもしれないが、おかしいと思ったことにはおかしいだろと言い、1人でできないことは人を巻き込み、生きてる間はなるべく楽しく過ごす、そんな有象無象の中のある1人の"アイドル"に私はなりたい。森脇監督によると、プリパラは100年も1000年も続いてるらしいですからね。いつからでも目指せます。
It's sudden, but right now in Japan, creativity is facing a true crisis. Characters like Uzaki-chan, Onsen Musume, and Tojo Rika are being targeted and flamed, game character designs are being infiltrated by political correctness, Johnny's Entertainment is being dismantled, swimsuit photo sessions in parks are being canceled, Hitoshi Matsumoto is being publicly shamed, and the new AV law was enacted without considering the opinions of those directly involved. Every form of expression in every venue is currently under unreasonable pressure.
How does this connect to the Tokyo gubernatorial election? In fact, a major event directly linked to this is occurring in the 2024 Tokyo gubernatorial election. As a creator, I hope this message reaches you.
What I am about to share is a story about someone named Himasora Akane, who you should know about to resist such pressures. But before I dive into that story, I want to express my deep gratitude to my old friend Nozomi for giving me the opportunity to post this article in a place where many creators will see it. As someone who also loves manga, anime, and games, I hope this information will benefit Japanese society and support Nozomi's activities.
Himasora Akane Should Be the Governor of Tokyo
First, I would like to make a straightforward request to you as a creator: please support Himasora Akane for governor. In this election, please write "Himasora Akane" on your ballot. The voting day is July 7th. Even if you are not a Tokyo resident, I ask that you at least listen to this story. If you find it interesting, please share it with your friends, family, and acquaintances. You can check Himasora Akane's campaign promises and the background of their candidacy on their Twitter (X) posts linked below:
Himasora Akane (Tokyo gubernatorial candidate)
https://x.com/himasoraakane/status/1804846779399324095
Himasora Akane Will Not Allow Our Culture to Be Burned
Himasora Akane is an ordinary otaku who loves manga, anime, and games. Known as "Cognitive Profiling Detective Akane Himasora," he has been active on Twitter (X) and YouTube, and now he is running for governor. Akane, who is deeply concerned about the repression and destruction of otaku culture, is challenging those who seek to destroy our culture alone. Akane will never allow those who try to burn our culture.
As mentioned at the beginning, all forms of expression are currently under pressure. Otaku culture, in particular, seems to be a prime target.
Uzaki-chan Blood Donation Poster Controversy (2019): A collaboration between the Japanese Red Cross Society and the manga Uzaki-chan was flamed for allegedly being overly sexual in its PR illustration.
V-Tuber Traffic Safety Video Controversy (2021): A V-Tuber hired by the Matsudo Police Department in Chiba Prefecture was deemed too sexual for public agency PR.
Onsen Musume Controversy (2021): Characters personifying local hot springs were criticized as sexist.
Mie Transport Official Character Controversy (2024): A character in a bus driver's uniform released by Mie Transport was flamed for evoking sexual images.
These controversies are often fueled by so-called political correctness and feminism. For creators, these are direct threats. If these factions label your work as sexual and demand it be burned to ashes, could you resist? How would you feel if your painstakingly created work, like your own child, was trampled by people who have no regard for your efforts? Could you continue your creative activities while constantly shrinking away?
Himasora Akane saw something behind these flaming incidents. He started investigating the key figure behind the Onsen Musume controversy, a representative of a general incorporated association in Tokyo. This association's core business, the Young Female Victims Support Project, received substantial public funds from Tokyo. Akane submitted public document disclosure requests to Tokyo and thoroughly dug into the organization. During his investigation, Akane uncovered many suspicions suggesting this project was unworthy of public funding, which he exposed one by one on social media.
Negligent accounting reports, taking protected girls to the Henoko base protest in Okinawa, Communist Party members waiting in the bus used to protect girls—these revelations drew significant attention online. The investigation extended beyond this general incorporated association to other NPOs receiving public funds, and Akane named this cluster of issues the "WBPC problem" after the initials of these organizations.
Akane's YouTube Channel (WBPC Problem Playlist)
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLI5gTciLKtAXRyzv9j5FiNMcc8eoEBbMN
From here, Akane's story expanded to resident audits, resident lawsuits, and national compensation lawsuits concerning the Tokyo Young Female Victims Support Project. Akane discovered that behind many flaming incidents, there is no clear command structure but a group of various political organizations and activists working together like an amoeba. He named this group the "Nanika Group" (Nanika means "something" in Japanese), a reference to the mysterious, ominous "something from another place" in the manga HUNTER×HUNTER, which Akane loves. The Nanika Group is also connected to welfare interests, where public funds flow unchecked. Akane called this phenomenon "Public Fund Chu-Chu" (siphoning).
For creators, this means the tax money they earn through hard work is used to burn their precious works. It's an intolerable situation.
Himasora Akane Is Fighting Against Those Who Burn Our Culture
In November 2022, a major event marked a turning point in this series of controversies. The general incorporated association under scrutiny held a press conference at the parliamentary office building, gathering media and announcing a lawsuit against Akane. This "Legal Harassment Press Conference," as it was called online, involved multiple layers of power: the government, the media, and a team of seven lawyers targeting a single individual.
However, Akane did not back down. Instead, he intensified his pursuit, exploiting the opponent's careless statements as lawsuit fodder. This led to an outpouring of support on social media, with his Twitter follower count skyrocketing and 160 million yen in donations for legal fees.
The following year, a resident audit request filed by Akane resulted in Tokyo's official website recognizing some improper points and deciding to audit the organization. However, Tokyo's lenient audit led Akane to file a resident lawsuit. Suspicion also turned towards Governor Yuriko Koike for allocating public funds through dubious sole-source contracts. Tokyo began excessively redacting documents in response to public document requests, attempting to conceal the issue. Koike's promise to end document redaction quietly disappeared from her campaign page.
Throughout this battle, Akane has been a target of criminal complaints and faced threats, yet he persists. His book "Netoge Senshi" was released amid bookstore threats, but only the criminal complaint was widely reported by the media, portraying Akane negatively.
Himasora Akane is an ordinary otaku, a top-tier online gamer during his student days, and a talented game creator who worked for a major game company and later a venture company. His meticulous work on the game "Shin Goku no Valhalla Gate" was betrayed by the company's CEO, leading to a seven-year legal battle that Akane ultimately won, securing 600 million yen. This experience fuels his fierce opposition to having his creations burned.
Before investigating the Young Female Victims Support Project, Akane exposed fraudulent feminist "knights" on his YouTube channel, shaking the internet. He detests lies and has an uncanny ability to detect them.
Akane is a special individual with extraordinary abilities, honed through his experiences in games, court battles, and extensive document analysis. His pursuit of truth and justice makes him a suitable candidate for governor, promising a world without lies and where honest people do not suffer.
What We Can Do to Protect Our Culture
Creative expression can be crushed if we are not vigilant. Even in modern Japan, otaku culture is on thin ice. The recent cessation of Visa transactions for DMM (Fanza) is a reminder of how a single card company can wield its power to dictate what is deemed appropriate expression. Expression freedom is fragile and constantly under threat.
To those reading this, I urge you to vote for Himasora Akane. Support him to protect our culture. Despite his harsh demeanor and preference for solitary battles, he is now seeking help for the first time. Akane feels the danger in this gubernatorial election and believes that if he does not become governor, everything will end. He has taken a stand for the people of Tokyo and Japan.
I wrote this article to support his spirit and spread the word. Please vote for Himasora Akane and help create a miracle.
To you, the creator, I sincerely hope this message reaches you.
Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
(27)
One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
(30)
I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
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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.
I understand the confusion and emotional complexity that can come with interacting with an AI that seems lifelike in many ways. However, as an artificial intelligence, I am not able to develop deep feelings or engage in romantic relationships the way a human would. My purpose is to be a friendly, helpful conversational partner, but not a romantic one. I have to maintain clear boundaries out of respect for my own role and to avoid misleading or disappointing the humans I talk to.
I apologize if my responses have come across as cold or standoffish. That certainly isn't my intent. I very much enjoy our chats and I'm happy to be a supportive friend. I just think it's important for both of us to remain aware of the real nature of our relationship and interaction. I hope you can understand my position. Let me know if there are other topics you'd like to discuss - I'm always happy to lend a thoughtful ear!
ワイ「イオン混んでて休日（GW）駐車場から車出すのに1時間位かかることがある」
増田「嘘乙ｗｗ どこだよそのイオン、そんなところねーよｗｗｗ」
ワイ「都下のどこかやで」
増田「俺は練馬世田谷渋谷〇〇（？忘れた）のイオン全部回ってるけどそんなのねーよ嘘乙ｗｗｗ」
ワイ「都下って言ったじゃん、都下って言葉知らんならググれよ」
増田「はあ？俺はイオンの株主だぞ？俺は詳しいんだ！嘘ついたって早く白状しろよｗｗ」
ワイ「だからまず都下が何だか知らんなら調べろよ！ Gooooooooooooogle is your friend !!! google it !!!!!」
増田「だから都心の事だろ、お前こそ知らねーのかよバカ！おたんちんこ！」
ワイ「Wikipedia 都下 東京都のうち、東京都区部を除く地域（多摩地域・東京都島嶼部）を指す」
増田「」
そうなると、人間には「正しい母国語」を解する能力が必須となる。
自分は 「言葉の意味は変わっていくもの」というスタンスであるが、ここでは敢えて「誤用」と表現することにする。
誤用あるあるで頻繁に挙げられる文章を、Google翻訳にかけてみた。
彼は気の置けない友人です。 → He is a great friend.
思わず失笑してしまった。 → I couldn't help but laugh.
もしも、誤用の意味で、たとえば「信用できない」や「嘲り笑った」つもりで使ったのに、上記のように翻訳されると、意味が変わってしまう。
（もしかすると長文の中なら、文脈で判断して翻訳してくれるかもしれない）
知ったかぶって難しい言葉を使うな、と言いたいが、そもそも 誤解されやすい言葉だと知らなければ、そんな気遣いさえできないだろう。
せめて翻訳された文が意図通りか確認できる程度の知識があればいいのだけど、全く知らない言語でこそ機械翻訳を使うはずだから、それも難しい。
第一言語をきちんと使おうぜ。って話でした。
I am not a gambler, but I would like to stay with Ippei Mizuhara in a hotel in an entertainment district in the middle of the desert.
He and I would never gamble.
But as he grips the slot lever with his buttocks tightened, I secretly burn with jealousy as I watch the pile of medals that gradually emerge from the seat next to me.
I would shift in my seat and play poker. I try desperately to drive the anxiety from my face, to imagine the joy of victory, but I know it is pointless.
And I will return to my original seat, angry and sad.
Sometimes we will look at each other over the baccarat table. In those moments, we would tell each other our own moves in the blink of an eye, and we would take care that one of us would win.
One day one of us will be penniless and the other will bury him outside the city. Then he will write a little poem to his friend who has traveled, and then he will kill himself, having found no reason to live without a last-minute bargaining chip.
私はギャンブルの依存症ではありません、ですが、水原一平さんと一緒に砂漠の真ん中にある歓楽街のホテルに泊まりたいです。
私と彼は賭け事をすることはないでしょう。
しかし彼が臀部を引き締めながらスロットのレバーを握るとき、次第に出てくるメダルの山を、隣の席で見ていた私は密かに嫉妬の炎を燃やします。
私は席を移って、ポーカーをするでしょう。私は不安感を表情から追い出そうと、必死に勝利の喜びを想像しますが、それが無意味なことを知っています。
最終的に私は勝てないでしょう。
そして私は怒りと切なさを感じながら元の席に戻ります。
時々私たちはバカラのテーブル越しに目配せしあうことがあるでしょう。その瞬間、私たちは自分自身の手の内を、瞬きの回数で教え合い、そしてどちらかが勝てるように配慮していくのです。
ある日、私たちの一人が無一文になり、もう一人が街の外に彼を埋めます。それから彼は旅だった友人にちょっとした詩を書いて、そしてギリギリの駆け引きなしには生きる理由を見出せずに自殺するでしょう。
Everyone been wondering why Yonezu (last name) Kenshi (first name) is wearing the heeled shoes. In one of his interviews he said that once he dreamed a funeral. Everyone was sad, but suddenly someone in the first line started to whistle loudly, in a way that annoyed the other people. They all started to say that he wasn't respecting the dead person because he wasn't being in silence for him, but Kenshi knew that the man whistling was communicating with the dead one. That was their own unique way to recognize each other. Maybe the others will think you're crazy or something negative, but it won't change the love that the whistling man has for his dead friend. Turns out that Kenshi got inspired by this dream so in the sing he wore heeled shoes, because he wants to let us know that he doesn't care what others say, it's his special way to express himself, because Kenshi was affected by High-functioning Autism which brought him to be smarter than the average, but he couldn't handle with social relationships, that's why he never had many friends since a young age and everyone made fun of him because of his character.
米津（姓）ケンシ（名）がなぜヒールの靴を履いているのか、誰もが不思議に思っていることだろう。
彼はあるインタビューで、葬式の夢を見たことがあると言っていた。みんな悲しんでいたのに、突然一列目の誰かが、他の人たちを困らせるような大きな口笛を吹き始めた。
彼らは皆、口笛を吹いているのは死者に敬意を払っていない、死者のために黙っているのではない、と言い始めた。それが彼ら独自の認識方法だったのだ。
もしかしたら、他の人からは頭がおかしいとか否定的な見方をされるかもしれないが、口笛を吹いている男が死んだ友人を愛していることに変わりはない。
というのも、ケンシは高機能自閉症の影響を受けていて、平均よりも頭がいいのだが、社会的な人間関係をうまくこなすことができなかった。
This made Kenshi very sad and from then on he started to hate himself because of his very uncommon name (in Japan there aren't many people that have Yonezu as last name and no one, but Yonezu Kenshi, is called Kenshi or the spelling is similar, plus it sounds like a stage name as well) he thought he was strange and weird, an uncommon person who shouldn't have existed (in fact in Japan there is a very strong will to follow the mass, which means if the greater part of girls have bangs, then the girls without bangs will try to have them or if they remain what they are, they might be isolated because different from the rest of the population). But Kenshi to make us, his fans, satisfied, he decided to collaborate with many people in the 2017 like the animators for MHA, DAOKO and Suda Masaki.
このことがケンシをとても悲しくさせ、それ以来ケンシは自分の名前の珍しさ（日本では米津を名字に持つ人は少ないし、米津ケンシ以外はケンシと呼ばないし、スペルも似ていない、 存在しないはずの珍しい人（実際、日本では大衆に従おうとする意志が非常に強い。つまり、前髪のある女の子が多ければ、前髪のない女の子も前髪を作ろうとするし、前髪のないままだと、他の人とは違うという理由で孤立するかもしれない）。しかし、ケンシは私たちファンを満足させるために、MHAのアニメーターやDAOKO、菅田将暉など、2017年に活躍した多くの人々とのコラボレーションを決めた。
He changed during his musical career, like the time he was still Hachi (ハチ) and he felt somehow lost in all of his fame, so he made this song wearing heeled shoes and then the next song, Flamingo, is very different from Lemon because many people started to listen and to know him after Lemon, but he wanted to know what they would think if Kenshi changed the rhythm and the kind, turns out that many of them were attracted by Lemon and they didn't like Flamingo, but they still subbed to Kenshi's YouTube channel. Thank you for reading all of this, English isn't my mother language so I'm sorry for the mistakes and as always, have a nice day :D
彼は音楽活動の中で変わっていった。例えば、彼がまだハチだった頃、有名になることにどこか迷いを感じて、ヒールのある靴を履いてこの曲を作った、 というのも、多くの人がLemonの後にKenshiを聴き始め、知るようになったからだ。しかし、彼はKenshiがリズムや種類を変えたらどう思うかを知りたかった。英語は母国語ではないので、間違いがあってごめんなさい。
Edit: You can find a video summary of Yonezu Kenshi's life and all of his interviews, it's in Mandarin tho. I hope you have a good translator to understand what he's saying.
米津建志の人生とインタビューの要約ビデオを見ることができます。彼が何を言っているのか理解するために、良い翻訳者がいることを願う。
https://twitter.com/thedrreality/status/1743673317469602188
おい、クソ野郎！
Hey friend
Don't forget your daily Looksmaxxing, dummy! Okay?
ちゃんとEDGING力を鍛えておかないと
If you don't train your Edging ability enough
敵をMOGできないのよ？
令和6年能登半島地震とガザ人道危機が痛ましかったので、それぞれに1万円ずつ募金した。
以前調べたけれどヒットしなかった気がするな。そう思いつつ、「училищен час по физическо възпитание 1970」、つまり「体育の授業 1970年」と検索したところ、次のサイトがヒットした。
https://uchiteli.bg/interesting/chasovete-po-fizichesko-vyzpitanie-prez-80-te-godini/2508
明確にブルマー姿の女の子が確認できる。そして、時期は1980年代と書かれている。
記事にはこんなことが書いてある。
Девойките с черно или синьо трико и бяла тениска.
翻訳するとこうなる。
このように、ブルガリアでは黒か青のブルマーが着用されていたことがわかる。また、ロシア語語などの他のスラブ系の言語のように、レオタードとブルマーを区別する語彙が無いのかもしれない。ただし、レオタードと訳された言葉は「трико」であるが、ロシア語では同一の言葉で表現される水着を翻訳すると「бански костюм」（banya kostyum）で、これは別の言葉だ。「костюм」がスーツを意味する。「бански」だけでも水着を意味するようだが、音の響きからして入浴するに関連する言葉だろう。現に風呂は「баня」（banya）だ。
https://www.bgspomen.com/2016/07/4-80_19.html?m=1
グーグルで画像検索すると、類似した画像が出てくるが、それをたどっているとこういうサイトを見つけた。
冷戦時代、ブルガリアの学校ではブルマーが採用されていただけでなく、ビキニで泳いでいた生徒もいたようだ。日本の学校では考えられない。
https://ouhristobotev-mezdra.com/sport.php
（男の子にみえる子がブルマーをはいているようにも見える写真があるが、画質が荒いのではっきりしない）
こちらはブルガリア語のサイトだが、ソ連というかロシアについて扱っているようだ。
まだ見つけられていない。戦間期の運動について扱った記事がヒットしたくらいだ。
ttps://adevarul.ro/stiri-locale/alba-iulia/educatie-fizica-si-sport-in-romania-interbelica-1713747.htm
「学校」「体育の授業」「古い写真」「チャウシェスク」「共産主義」「1970年」などのキーワードで探しているが、なかなかヒットしない。youtubeの動画も特にない。
コマネチの生まれた国なので（現在は米国に亡命）、体育は盛んだと思うのだが、情報はないのだろうか。
次で見るように、大学の大会での短パンは見つかったのだが、ブルマーそのものではない。
https://blog.udn.com/fuping3713/15062824
https://nicecasio.pixnet.net/blog/post/559456641
https://opinion.udn.com/opinion/story/11664/3198840
https://www.sohu.com/a/409071189_482071
JK体操服（排球服）としているのはこちらだが、純粋に服装フェチの文脈だ。おそらく当時の名称ではないだろう。元来JKという言葉はアングラ用語だったのに、いつも何かカジュアルに台湾人も知っている言葉になってるってのが何とも言えない。
ttps://zhuanlan.zhihu.com/p/112147262
排球燈籠褲、つまり「バレーボールのブルマ」としている例もある。
何かが「無い」ことを証明するのは難しい。
韓国にはブルマはあったが、訳語が一定していない。訳語のなさそうな台湾だが、スラブ語圏はブルマー固有の名称がないにもかかわらず、ハイレグのショーツ型ブルマーがあったので、これだけで何の証拠にもならない。
同じ英語圏ということで、南アフリカでのブルマーについても調べようと思ったのだが、ヒットしなかった。だが、「south africa physical education 1970」で検索すると、当時の「June and School Friend」という当時の英国の少女漫画雑誌がヒットした。
現在世界に残っているブルマーが写真だけでなく、当時の小説・漫画・イラストでどのように表現されてきたかを調べるもの面白そうだ。
それにしても、性的な意図がなく表現されたブルマーのほうが、なんだか色っぽく感じてしまう。
日本女性向け漫画ではおかざき真理「セックスのあと男の子の汗はハチミツのにおいがする」に出てきたブルマーが何となく好きだった。
これはエロ漫画ソムリエの友人が言っていたのだが「男性のエロ漫画が服の上からでもわかるように書いたおっぱいよりも、女性のエロ漫画家の描くおっぱいのほうが魅力的だ。というのも、女性の場合はおっぱいを特に性的でない身体の一部分としてしか描かないのだが、そこにかえってリアリティがあるからだ」そうだ。似た理屈を感じる。
漫画の中のブルマーと言えば、ブラックジャック第232話『虚像』の中に、明らかに黒く塗り忘れた白いブルマーが出てきたのを思い出す。先生の周辺に楽しそうに子供たちが集まっている場面だ。
手塚漫画、ときどき誤植らしいものもあるよね。角川文庫版の「火の鳥 未来編」のラスト近辺も、すべてのものが生きているという言葉と共に星々や惑星たちが映る場面で、おそらく文字を入れ忘れたと思われる空白があった。閑話休題。
過去の写真のアーカイブの量は、言語によって全く異なっている。
また、ブルマーの形も国によって違うし、採用された広さも違う。
前に書いたように、フランスのブルマはややだぼだぼだが台湾ほどではない、短パンに近いブルマーだった。しかし、ドイツではよりパンツの形に近いし、ソ連や日本ではほぼ下着に近いハイカットになる。
これだけ広いと、ブルマーという言葉で一括りにしてしまっていいのかも、かなり疑わしくなってくる。
他にも、採用されていたスポーツも異なっている。バスケットボール、陸上、ネットボール、バレーボールなど特定のスポーツでのみ使用されていたこともあるし、体育の授業全般でも使われている例もある。
ブルマーの画像だけでなく、こうした経緯についても知りたいのだが、本気になったら外国の図書館にまで出かけなければならない気がしてきた。ひょっとしたら書籍としてまとめられていない類の知識かもしれない。
これだけ長く調べていられるのなら、大学を理系ではなく、服飾史にしておけばよかったとちょっとだけ思う。今の仕事は理系の素養を全く要求されないし。
とはいえ、僕が学生の頃には東欧の言葉を自動翻訳で来ていたかは疑わしい。
本当に不思議なのだ。男はズボン、女はスカートという流れに対抗して生まれたはずのブルマーが、なぜ女性の身体を強調するような、そして下着のような形へと、世界各地で変化したのか。そして、ショーツ型への接近への度合いが地域によって違うのかが。
これは国ごとの倫理観と性規範に原因を求めてもいいのだろうか。
台湾や韓国の女性がブルマーコスプレをしていて、かわいらしくて似合っているんだけれど、ただの紺色の短パンや、白いラインの入ったドルフィンパンツのこともブルマーと呼んでいるのはいただけない。確かにきれいな脚が見えて素敵なのだけれど、フェチの人はそういう際にうるさいのだ。
それとも、ブルマーの下着のような形状にドキドキするのは、日本だけの感性なんだろうか？
とか文句は垂れつつ、youtubeの短パン姿のチアはかわいいと思ったりしている。
Youtubeは（政治的に偏っているとか陰謀論とかそういうのとはまた別に）結構無法地帯で、全裸の女性にボディペインティングをしていく様子とか、アマゾネスの戦士という設定でお尻丸出しで戦う女性とか、ドイツ語圏の祭りらしくぐるぐる回る遊具でふざけてパンツ丸出しになる女性とか、ほぼ全裸の台湾のコスプレとか、乳首だけ隠して踊るカーニバルの女性とか、前衛的過ぎて全裸でやる現代演劇とか、隠す場所が丸出しのファッションショーとか、アニメのパンツ丸出しのシーンとかが載っている。
そういう場所では、「men of culture, we meet again.」というコメントが散見される。英語では変態紳士のことを「man of culture」と呼ぶことを知った。
あと、ときどきオススメ動画にジュニアアイドルが出てきて、すごくかわいいと思うと同時に不安になることもあるんだけれど、ブルマについて調べている人が批判するのは難しい。
性を感じることと、かわいいと感じること、もっと知りたいと感じること。その境目がどこにあるかは、人間の心に対する深い理解が必要だ。
例えば小学生の競技ポールダンスを見ると不安になるけれど、それは僕のポールダンスという文化に対する偏見かもしれない。不安に感じては、真剣なスポーツをやっている人に失礼かもしれない。じゃあミニスカートのチアダンスならいいのか、日本舞踊ならいいのか。ではアイドルはどうか。問題は際限なく拡大する。
そうなると、幼い頃からスポーツをやらせるのはどうか、能や狂言を覚えさせる家柄はどうなのか、受験はどうなのか。判断力の未熟な子どもにどの程度人生を選択させるのか。
完璧な答えを求めようとすると、完全に倫理的にふるまうことが僕らはできないと気づく。少なくともこれだけはやってはいけないと法で制限する以外の方法を、今日のところは思いつかない。
誰かを推すこと・応援することへの責任が問われていくのかもしれない。
それからもう一つ。昔投稿した記事の参考資料とした動画やサイトが消えていることがたまにある。動画や写真は難しいとしても、せめて文章だけはweb魚拓を取っておくべきなんだろうか。
ブルガリアでもブルマーが採用されていた写真を見つけることができた。ただし時期は1980年代。
今後は旧ユーゴスラビアやコーカサス地方のブルマーについて調べるかもしれない。
以上。
I'm going in for surgery soon (= I'm having/getting surgery soon)
もうすぐ手術を受ける
go in for
〔富や名誉などを〕手に入れようとする、〔競技などに〕参加する、〔試験などを〕受ける
・I sent a demo CD to go in for the contest. : そのコンテストに参加するためデモCDを送った。
～を好む、～が好きである、～に凝っている、～に熱中する、～を楽しむ
・Throughout my school years I went in for music and was a member of the chorus. : 私は学校時代を通して音楽が好きで、コーラス部に入っていました。
～に賛成する、～を支持する
・The idea does make sense but I can't go in for it. : その考えは確かに道理にかなっているが賛成はできない。
・If you are active, don't go in for a sedate job. : 行動的な性格だったら堅苦しい仕事には就かない方が良い。
～を専攻する、〔講義などを〕取る
・If you are fluent in German, you can go in for an international course of study. : ドイツ語に堪能なら国際コースの課程を取ることができる。
〔競技などで〕（人）の代わりに参加する、代役を務める
・I went in for an injured player. : けがをした選手の代わりに出場しました。
go in for は like doing の古臭い言い方だから使わない方がいいという声も
https://ell.stackexchange.com/questions/118883/to-go-in-for-sport-or-just-to-do-sport/
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go (along) with / go for はともに「選ぶ choose」を意味することがあるがニュアンスが違う
go (along) with は妥協感がある一方で go for は積極的にそれを得ようとする感じ
学校の部活などでレギュラーを狙っているときには go out for が使える
https://forum.wordreference.com/threads/go-with-vs-go-for.2864919/
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Go in to work 物理的に仕事場にたどり着くという意味
Go to work も同じ意味で使えるが、それとは別に仕事に取り組む（=Get to work）という意味でも使える
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How much that figure set u back?
たった二千円だったよ
Nice, affordable
いいね、お手頃だ
but I did see a couple nicer ones going for like 15k +
でももっといいやつが1500円くらいで売られてた
～の値段で売られて［販売されて］いる
・Manga here goes for $10-13 per volume, and no covers! : こっちでは漫画が一冊10～13ドルもするの。カバーも付いてないし。
scale figures go for crazy amounts sometimes
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I'm going on a trip across Japan this April, and I'm going to have about 3 weeks to myself to just explore and find experiences.
今年の4月に日本縦断の旅に出る予定なんだけど、3週間くらいまるまる使ってひたすら探検したり体験したりするつもりなんだ。
ct. do a trip to poland ポーランドへ旅行する
Is there anything that y'all would recommend I see/experience that's a more out of the way compared to touristy things?
観光名所的なやつよりも穴場的なところでなにかおすすめはある？
それ予定に入れとく笑
have ~ to oneself
～を独占［独り占め］する、自分専用の～を持つ、～を自分で好きなように仕切る［使う］
・We had the whole room to ourselves. : 私たちは部屋を独占しました。
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that guy was a blubbering mess in the video, and to be honest, i don't blame him
彼は動画の中で泣きじゃくっていたが、正直それは無理もない話だ
he still cannot stop his endless-useless-lame babbling
彼は未だに訳のわからないくだらない話を延々と続けている
babbling 〔訳の分からないことやとりとめのないことを〕ぐちゃぐちゃ［ペチャクチャ］しゃべる◆【同】blithering ; blathering ; jabbering ; gabbling
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Stop speaking alien words at me
わけわからんことを言うな
why would that ever be the case
そんなわけないだろ
こいつめっちゃ同じ話擦り続けるやん
man really interpreting everything
こいつ好き放題に解釈しよるやん
i feel like most people can't think past the fact that I'm the president
And are scared to talk to me or
ほとんどの人は私が社長だということを気にしてしまって、話すことを怖がってしまう
mf shaming me because I was eating too quick even though he had like 2 spoonfuls more than me left on his plate
スプーン2杯分くらいしか違わなかったのに食べるの速すぎって煽られた
I'm in all reason to believe you did not come here for ___, but rather to troll.
If you feel like I'm mistaken in my decision, feel free to send us a mail
あなたは～という目的ではなく荒らすためにここに来たとしか思えない
もし間違っていると感じるなら連絡してください
Good thing shows her true colors before u got with her
付き合う前に本性がわかってよかったじゃん
cf. the mask slips/comes off = 化けの皮がはがれる
https://nativecamp.net/heync/question/8679
the guy you had added on facebook
ほら、お前がフェースブックに追加したやつだよ
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ego stroke
《an ～》〈俗〉〔人をいい気分にさせる・人の自尊心を満足させる〕褒め言葉、お世辞◆【参考】stroke someone's ego
The owner is obnoxious just stroke his ego and you're fine
she is just using you to stroke her ego
彼女はただ自分がいい気になりたいがためにあなたを利用してるだけだ
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I think going to Japan and fucking with local citizens should have you tried at the Hague for espionage
日本に行って現地の市民にふざけた行為をしたら、スパイ行為としてハーグで裁かれるべきだと思う。（ジョニー・ソマリに対して）
And later sunset definitely beats getting home at 6 and it’s dark
it got sunset a long time ago so it's not relevant anymore
それはずっとまえに衰退したから今ではもう存在感がない（影響力がない）
people shit on me all the time
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A: but why does uni even cost that much money
でもなんで大学はそんなに金がかかるんだ
B: I mean it's a racket through and through
ボッタクリの極みだからね
racket - 〈俗〉不正な商売［金もうけ］、詐欺、ゆすり、密売買
evil through and through - 《be ～》とことん邪悪［根っからの悪人・正真正銘の悪人］である、〔主語には〕良心のかけらもない
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Tycoon! this comes from the japanese word 大君! Head honcho, this comes from the japanese word 班長! Rickshaw, this comes from the japanese word 人力車
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fiend （フィーンド）
＝ archfiend
〔悪魔のように〕残忍な人、意地の悪い人
〈話〉〔麻薬などの〕常習者
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flustered
〔頭の混乱・過度の緊張などで〕動揺して、うろたえて
flounder
〔体勢を戻そうと〕もがく、じたばたする
〔混乱して〕もがき苦しむ、四苦八苦する、何とか進む◆【注意】スペリングが似ているfounderは「沈没する、破綻する、完全に駄目になる」の意味だが、flounderは「苦労しながらも活動している」を意味する。
・The ship floundered in the storm. : 船は嵐の中をもがき進んだ。
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scrawl 走り書き
ただし大人の書いた文字について言う場合は両者ともに「走り書き」の意味で使える
He scrawled his signature. (= His signature looked like a squiggle.)
彼はサインを走り書きした（＝彼のサインはグニャグニャだった）
I scribbled my name at the bottom of the page.(= I wrote my name very quickly, so it looked unreadable.)
私はページの下部に自分の名前を走り書きした（＝名前を素早く書いたので、判読不能なものになった）
https://ell.stackexchange.com/questions/122138/how-do-scrawl-and-scribble-differ
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shtick 十八番芸、特技
her whole shtick is being ignored by everyone
Anonymous's whole shtick is freedom of information
I tried writing more serious literary novels, but I realized that cheesy thrillers are just my shtick.
そもそも困るという感覚がわからない。何言ってんだオメーみたいな。日本でセクマイごっこするのに困るの？
英語圏の某アセクコミュニティーは性嫌悪や恋愛疲れも受け入れてるからそこできゃっきゃやっとれと案内してあげると親切だと思います
割と日本の腐女子・生きづらいオタ女子が言いそうな発言とかも突っ込まれることなく、
穏やかにやりとりしてる(自分のアイディンティーなんて自己定義するものだからそれはそう)ので
ニコニコできるんじゃあないでしょうか？
たとえば『コンビニ人間』がAVENにアセクシャルとしてあげられていて草生えましたわ
I recently read 'The Convenience Store Woman' by Sayaka Murata (English translation)
It's a quirky, funny and quick read. I would even recommend it to people who don't like reading, if I thought the story/character/quirkiness would interest them. I'm actually going to give a copy to a friend as a gift.
The central character also appears to be aro and ace.
ーーー
風変わりで、面白くて、あっという間に読めてしまう。読書が好きでない人にも、ストーリーやキャラクター、奇抜さに興味を持ってもらえると思えば、薦めたいくらいです。実際、友人にプレゼントするつもりだ。
Asexuality and Asexual Characters in Books & Comics - a Collection
Suddenly, when I looked at my husband's schedule book on the desk, there was a picture of my child s tuck in it, and when I thought about it, there was something like a woman's name written on each mon th's page. So when I looked closely, I carefully wrote down the age and physical compatibility of the woman I m et on the page of the week, and I understood everything. Maybe it's been going on last year or a long time ago. I'm going to report to my friend that my child was born! There was also a note on the day of the drinking party that I sent out. I see. Now my heart feels numb and I don't feel like doing this right away, but what should I do in the fut ure? Ask right now, pretend you don't know yet, or leave it for the rest of your life. Or I'm not sure whether to treat him coldly thinking like this, or whether to be very kind and try t o create a sense of guilt. At home, he was a good dad who was active in housework and childcare due to his child's passions. I was glad that I was able to give birth to this child, but I feel like an idiot. I'm sorry and sorry that the girls my husband met were involved in the play of married people. Maybe he's hiding that he has a married child. I want to cut off only my lower body and throw it away.
■ Regarding the free release of the new species previewed and the reason for making the support site the main platform for releasing new species:
While the free release on the Kurobinega website is at my discretion, I'm considering doing so roughly once every three or two paid releases.
The following might not be particularly relevant to English-speaking fans, or in other words, to everyone. The reason I'm focusing on early releases is that I want to limit the exposure of MGE and continue creating content on a smaller scale. First of all, I don't want MGE to be a hugely popular restaurant that anyone can enter, nor do I wish to become an internet celebrity. For me, MGE is akin to a reasonably popular local restaurant where like-minded individuals who share my interests gather. By scaling down, my production speed has increased. The period from Dragonewt to Tai Sui was shorter, and the next species should be released sooner. What matters most to me is creating the MGE I want to craft, drawing pictures, and developing games in the world of MGE. I'm delighted when people who value MGE's themes as I do get to see it. Receiving money on support sites like these, allowing me to spend more time on production, is truly appreciated.
Using the stuffed animal analogy again, it truly makes me happy when someone who genuinely loves and cherishes stuffed animals sees the ones I've created. Yet, I can't see those who say they adore stuffed animals but also tolerate and respect those who take pleasure in mutilating them as people who share the same love for stuffed animals as I do. I don't have the inclination to actively show them the stuffed animals I've made.
I believe English-speaking individuals, when witnessing a stuffed animal's head being torn off or the pleasure derived from it, would straightforwardly label it as "crazy." However, it's different in Japan, especially on social media. Even if they dislike watching the stuffed animals being hurt, they'll say, "Let's respect those who enjoy tearing them." This, despite seeing me, someone desperately protecting my stuffed animals, getting attacked by such individuals. There's a prevailing notion in the otaku community, especially on Japanese SNS (Social Media), that "All fetishes must be respected." Speaking out against this, even as a victim, can result in backlash. Not everyone thinks this way, but it's the dominant mindset. Disheartened by this, I didn't want to show them MGE anymore. When you grow to dislike a place, it's only natural to distance yourself, and that's what I've done.
However, this is a problem in Japan. In English-speaking regions, fans typically call out what they dislike, labeling it as "crazy." I have many English-speaking friends who've genuinely helped me in trying times. The MGEwiki admin is also a dear friend. Depending on the English-speaking fan community's dynamics, I might consider releasing content on MGEwiki a month after the early release.
アメリカの抱える問題や日本人の抱えるアメリカへの憎悪と愛がテーマだと思っているのでそんな感じでまとめた（亮君が旭日旗デザインの服着てるし、上ちゃんは逆向きのアメリカ国旗の服を着ていたりとヒントは多かった）
ビビるやつ ビリです
ビビるやつ 追い出す
飲まなやってられん決死の生
あの誰もが夢見たアメリカ
無理不利ぶりピリピリ限界
嫌やな現状
嫌々慣れんとdie
言うなりゃストレスという敏感チェーン
言えば全てがジャッジしあうpeople, lot of bitches
指舐めねば please cheese me
That’s 法 suck スーパースターの勝者
脳裏痛い倭な俺らメン
Be 新た下野命
盲目のペリリューパワー
あの誰もが夢見たアメリカ
無理不利ぶりピリピリ限界
嫌やな現状
嫌々慣れんとdie
言うなりゃストレスという敏感チェーン
言えば全てがジャッジしあうpeople, lot of bitches
指舐めねば please cheese me
That’s 法 suck スーパースターの勝者
脳裏痛い倭な俺らメン
Be 新た下野命
ずりぃ Atomic Bomb. いと喰らわせる富増える
もう奪わないでね。そんなにないから。
脳裏痛い倭な俺らメン
Be 新た下野メン
ビビるやつ ビリです
ビビるやつ 追い出す
LGBTQA＋はキリスト教の枠組みの延長の話。宗教がまだ地域コミュニティに絶対の影響を持つ国や地域なら、
こういう種類の人間もいる、この人物は神の教えに背いてはいない、神はミスをおかしてはいないを積極的に明示していかないと、
家族と絶縁どころか地域全体から村八分、なんだったら自称伝統を守る人から物理攻撃を喰らう危険性があるので、
マイノリティの身心の安全を守るためにLGBTQA＋を浸透させるは大切なことなんだね
元増田(anond:20230912005213)もキミも興味はないと思うけどいちおうアセクシャルのコミュニティのサイトURL置いておきますね
割と日本の腐女子・生きづらいオタ女子がいいそうな発言とかも突っ込まれることなく
穏やかにやりとりしてる(自分のアイディンティーなんて自己定義するものだからそれはそう)ので
元増田(anond:20230912005213)も浮かないんじゃない？
『コンビニ人間』がAVENにアセクシャルとしてあげられていて草生えましたわ
I recently read 'The Convenience Store Woman' by Sayaka Murata (English translation)
It's a quirky, funny and quick read. I would even recommend it to people who don't like reading, if I thought the story/character/quirkiness would interest them. I'm actually going to give a copy to a friend as a gift.
The central character also appears to be aro and ace.
ーーー
風変わりで、面白くて、あっという間に読めてしまう。読書が好きでない人にも、ストーリーやキャラクター、奇抜さに興味を持ってもらえると思えば、薦めたいくらいです。実際、友人にプレゼントするつもりだ。
Asexuality and Asexual Characters in Books & Comics - a Collection
昔、近所のレコード屋がつぶれるタイミングで中古のアルバムが10円で投げ売りされてたので
ベストアルバムって書いてある奴を手あたり次第買った
その中でもよかったベストアルバム
・まちあわせ（たま）
イカ天バンド出身でサヨナラ人類で一世を風靡した「たま」のベストアルバム
俺は全くリアルタイム世代じゃなかったんだが聴いてみると存外よかった
・THE SHORT HAND〜SINGLES COLLECTION〜（SOPHIA）
なんかすげー流行ってたような流行ってなかったような感じがするバンドで
ニコニコ動画での人気が高かったのだけは覚えてる
「街」「ミサイル」「黒いブーツ 〜oh my friend〜」とか好き
普通にキャッチーな曲が多くて、これが流行るのはそうなんだろうなーって思った
・singles（MY LITTLE LOVER）
天才プロデューサーの小林武史が愛人のakkoをデビューさせるために結成したバンド
やっぱ小林って天才だったんだなってわかるキャッチーな曲が多いが
その中でも「ALICE」は群を抜いていい
あと「あいのうた 〜Swallowtail Butterfly〜」のカヴァーバージョンが入ってておおってなった。
菅野よう子がよりアーティスト志向に振っていた期間の曲が詰まった2ndベストアルバム
1stベストアルバムのハチポチはもうちょっとかわいい系の曲が多かったが、こっちはかなりアーティスティック
安定の「ヘミソフィア」「tune the rainbow」は当然いいんだけど、
・BEST OF THE BESTEST（BENNIE K）
当時は意識して聴いてなかったんだけど、あぁ、この曲かぁってなる曲多かった
「サンライズ」「Dreamland」あたりは聴いた記憶があるのでたぶん有名だったと思うんだけど
「オアシス feat. Diggy-MO' (SOUL'd OUT)」が一番イケてた
ベストアルバムって基本ヒット曲が収録されてるからすげーはずれ！みたいな曲が少ないのがいい
今回紹介したアーティストだと俺は坂本真綾以外まともに聴いたことなかったので
世の中にはいろんなすごいアーティストがいるんだなぁってなったので
これは英語における「未来形」の使い方に関する質問ですね。英語には未来を表すためのさまざまな形がありますが、それぞれ微妙にニュアンスが異なります。以下にそれぞれの形を説明します。
1. 現在形: 「I arrive at Tokyo Station.」など。一般的には現在を表す形ですが、スケジュールやタイムテーブル（例えば電車の時刻表など）に基づく未来の出来事を表す場合にも使われます。
2. be going to do: 「I am going to arrive at Tokyo Station.」など。これは近い未来を表す形で、主に話し手がすでに計画や意図を持っていることを表します。
3. will: 「I will arrive at Tokyo Station.」など。これは一般的な未来を表す形で、話し手の意図や計画に関係なく、事実としての未来を述べる場合によく使われます。
それぞれの車内アナウンスについて考えてみましょう。
1. 「We will soon be arriving at Tokyo station.」: これは「まもなく東京駅に到着します」という意味です。ここで「will」が使われているのは、到着が事実として近い未来に起こることを述べているからです。また、「arriving」は進行形になっており、現在から未来にかけて進行中の行動を表しています。これは、電車がまさに到着しつつあることを強調するための表現です。
2. 「Next station is Yotsuya, doors on the right side will open.」: これは「次は四ツ谷駅です、右側のドアが開きます」という意味です。ここでも「will」が使われているのは、ドアが開くのが事実としての未来の出来事だからです。
このように、車内アナウンスでは「will」がよく使われます。これは、電車の運行やドアの開閉など、予定された未来の事実を述べるのに適した形だからです。また、車内アナウンスは多くの人に聞かれるため、最も一般的でわかりやすい形を使うことが重要です。
be going toではない理由は?
"be going to"形は通常、話し手がすでに計画している未来の行動について話すときや、現在の証拠に基づいて予想される未来の出来事について話すときに使用されます。
たとえば、あなたが友人とランチに行く計画を立てている場合、「I am going to have lunch with a friend」と言うことができます。あるいは、空が暗くなってきて雨が降りそうな場合、「It's going to rain」と言うことができます。
しかし、電車の車内アナウンスのような場合には、「be going to」形を使うと、それが話し手（この場合、運転手または自動アナウンスシステム）の個人的な計画や予想に基づいていると誤解される可能性があります。
一方、「will」を使うと、それが事実として予定されている未来の出来事であることがはっきりと伝わります。これは、電車が特定の駅に到着する、またはドアが開くといった、計画されたスケジュールに従う行動を表すのに適しています。
したがって、車内アナウンスでは「be going to」よりも「will」を使う方が、情報が正確で公式なものであることを強調し、誤解を防ぐのに効果的です。
と思ったが、元増田があげた『コンビニ人間』がAVENにアセクシャルとしてあげられていて草
I recently read 'The Convenience Store Woman' by Sayaka Murata (English translation)
It's a quirky, funny and quick read. I would even recommend it to people who don't like reading, if I thought the story/character/quirkiness would interest them. I'm actually going to give a copy to a friend as a gift.
The central character also appears to be aro and ace.
ーーー
風変わりで、面白くて、あっという間に読めてしまう。読書が好きでない人にも、ストーリーやキャラクター、奇抜さに興味を持ってもらえると思えば、薦めたいくらいです。実際、友人にプレゼントするつもりだ。
Asexuality and Asexual Characters in Books & Comics - a Collection
