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はてなキーワード: hisとは
でも、サンパウロのカーニバルで題材に選ばれたり、ブラジル大使館が侍だと言い切ったりするくらい、
駐日ブラジル大使館 - Embaixada do Brasil em Tóquio
ブラジルのカーニバルに日本が参戦! 2023年のサンパウロのカーニバルでサンバチーム「モシダデ・アレグレ」がチャンピオンに選ばれました。同チームは、日本初の黒人侍弥助の物語を語りながらパレードを行いました。モザンビークで生まれた弥助は1579年に日本に連れて来られ英雄となりました。
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O Japão no Carnaval do Brasil! A escola de samba Mocidade Alegre foi escolhida campeã do carnaval de São Paulo 2023. A Escola desfilou contando a história de Yasuke, o primeiro samurai negro do Japão. Nascido em Moçambique, Yasuke foi trazido ao Japão em 1579 e tornou-se um herói. Você conhecia essa história?
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Japan in Brazil's Carnival! Samba group Mocidade Alegre was chosen the champion of the 2023's carnival in São Paulo. The group presented the story of Yasuke, the first black samurai in Japan. Born in Mozambique, Yasuke was brought to Japan in 1579 and became a hero. Did you know this story?
真田広之の『SHOGUN 将軍』で、なぜ黒人が居ないのか？とボヤる程度、英語のコミュニティできゃっきゃやってる界隈がある程度には知名度あるようです。
なので、黒人侍の存在を史実として認めないと、人種差別者扱いされます。そもそも、それを積極肯定している日本の大学教授もいます。(そして、英語圏のメディアに引用されてる)
(日本の学者や研究者を名乗る人がYASUKE肯定した結果、それを根拠にして、日本の人種差別主義者ガーとか英語コミュニティでコメントが付いてる一例 ↓)
However, a recent, widely shared post from Japanese historian Yu Hirayama argues that Yasuke was indeed granted samurai status by Nobunaga. Hirayama cites Yasuke’s stipend, housing, and sword afforded him by Nobunaga, but acknowledges that Nobunaga’s enemies did not view Yasuke as a samurai.
(しかし、日本の歴史家である平山優氏による最近の広く共有された投稿では、弥助が実際に信長から侍の地位を与えられたと主張しています。平山氏は、信長が弥助に与えた俸禄、住居、そして刀を根拠として挙げていますが、信長の敵対者たちが弥助を侍とみなしていなかったことも認めています)
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racist in Japan and racist in the rest of the world get to work hand-in-hand now
(日本のレイシストと世界のレイシストは、今、手を取り合って働く)
https://www.polygon.com/24204308/assassins-creed-shadows-yasuke-samurai-ubisoft-controversy
While there’s some question as to his exact role, Yasuke was a real person and, as a Japanese scholar has recently pointed out, there’s no doubt that he was a samurai, which is a social status that can encompass a variety of duties.
(弥助は実在の人物であり、日本のある学者が最近指摘したように、彼が武士であったことは間違いない。)
https://metro.co.uk/2024/07/23/ubisoft-apologies-assassins-creed-shadows-doesnt-say-21281545/
しかも、その影響範囲は大きく、ご先祖様が武器を持ったことがあればみんな武士(侍)の子孫だし、新しい武士(侍)の定義を知らなければ、日本人は人種差別者と誹りを受ける。
羽振りのいいヘッジファンドくらいの高給を払わず、やりたい人の情熱と能力と使命感と倫理観だけに全てお任せしてしまった日本国民の自業自得なんでしょうかね？
（ゆうて、現状もだいたいの日常の困難は消えるレベルの高給は払ってるんですけどね・・・)
なので、肌の色が濃いキャラクターや、顔立ちの異なるキャラクターが登場する現代劇やフィクションの時代劇はもっと増えてほしいです。
『アフリカ人奴隷を使うと言う流行が始まった』と言い出したのは氏が初ではないかも知れないが、
氏が大手ニュースメディアのCNNで語っていた、『信長は弥助を神だと思っていた』『日本で最も有名な外国生まれの武士となった』
『ヤスケの仕事は一族の権力を守ることでした』(信長の首を守護し息子に届ける) の根拠はそれぞれそれなりに気になる
日本人が知らない、少なくとも教科書では習わない事実なので純粋に興味があるよ
African samurai: The enduring legacy of a black warrior in feudal Japan ｜CNN
When feudal Japan’s most powerful warlord Nobunaga Oda met Yasuke, a black slave-turned-retainer, in 1581, he believed the man was a god.
Oda had never seen an African before. And like the locals in Japan’s then-capital of Kyoto, he was awed by Yasuke’s height, build and skin tone, according to Thomas Lockley, the author of “African Samurai: The True Story of Yasuke, a Legendary Black Warrior in Feudal Japan.”
“When Yasuke got to Kyoto (with Jesuit missionaries), there was a massive riot. People wanted to see him and be in his presence,” says Lockley, who spent nine years researching and writing the book, which was published last month.
Oda believed Yasuke to be either a guardian demon or “Daikokuten,” a god of prosperity usually represented by black statues in temples. He tried to rub the pigment from Yasuke’s skin, believing it was black ink. Once convinced Yasuke was real, he immediately threw a feast in his honor, says Lockley.
1581年、戦国時代日本の最も強力な戦国大名である織田信長が、奴隷から家臣となった黒人のヤスケに出会った時、信長はヤスケを神だと信じました。
「アフリカン・サムライ：戦国時代日本の伝説的黒人武士ヤスケの真実の物語」の著者トーマス・ロックリーによると、信長はそれまでアフリカ人を見たことがありませんでした。そして、当時の都であった京都の地元民と同様に、ヤスケの身長、体格、肌の色に畏敬の念を抱いたそうです。
「ヤスケが（イエズス会宣教師とともに）京都に到着した時、大規模な騒動が起きました。人々はヤスケを見たがり、彼の存在を身近に感じたがりました」と、9年の歳月をかけて研究し執筆した先月出版されたこの本について、ロックリーは語ります。
信長はヤスケを守護の鬼か、通常寺院で黒い像で表される繁栄の神「大黒天」のどちらかだと信じていました。信長はヤスケの肌の色素を擦り取ろうとし、それが黒インクだと考えていました。ヤスケが本物だと確信すると、すぐに彼の名誉を称える宴を開いたとロックリーは述べています。
https://edition.cnn.com/2019/05/19/asia/black-samurai-yasuke-africa-japan-intl/index.html
氏が出演したNHKの番組でも下記のように"侍"と書いてるので根拠はあるのだと思う
Ｂｌａｃｋ Ｓａｍｕｒａｉ 信長に仕えたアフリカン侍・弥助 ｜NHK BS
織田信長に仕えた黒人侍、弥助（やすけ）。イエズス会の宣教師に同行していた弥助を信長が気に入り、家臣に取り立てたのだという。２人の主従関係は「本能寺の変」によりわずか１年３か月で終わったが、その前後の弥助の足取りはこれまでなぞに包まれてきた。しかし近年の研究により、アフリカからアジア、日本へ到る弥助の人生が次第に明らかに。ハリウッドで映画化も進むなど、今世界中から注目を集める、弥助の生きざまに迫る。
https://www2.nhk.or.jp/archives/movies/?id=D0009051309_00000
なお、『アフリカ人奴隷を使うと言う流行が始まった』という主張の根拠は、
京都国際観光大使で政府の成長戦略会議の委員も勤め、『中小企業であること自体が特権化している』
『子どもがいない専業主婦は脱税と同じ・社会インフラにただ乗りでモラルハザード』などなど
数々のありがたいお言葉を下さる、デービッド・アトキンソン氏によると、(アフリカ人奴隷の流行は)『資料にかなりあるけど』らしいです
日本人が知らない、少なくとも教科書では習わない事実なので純粋に興味がある
https://x.com/sessyun5021/status/1815008190398148816?s=61
ちなみ 群馬県立文書館 のレファレンス事例紹介コーナーによると『くろほう』について下記の回答があるね
問12 群馬県立文書館所蔵の古文書に、黒人と思われる「くろほう」という記述があるとききました。それは事実でしょうか。
栗間家文書（P00101）のNo1「年未詳加藤清正書状」（下川又左衛門ほか宛）には、豊臣秀吉の朝鮮出兵に関連する記述の中で「くろほう」という言葉が出てきます。そして2021年3月30日にNHK BS4Kで放送された「Black Samurai 信長に仕えたアフリカン侍・弥助」の中で、日本大学准教授のロックリー・トーマス氏がこの文書に出てくる「くろほう」こそ、織田信長に仕えた黒人武将弥助の後身ではないかと、述べられています。まず文書館内では、この「くろほう」をこれまで全く黒人として認識しておらず、トーマス氏のご指摘に驚いています。実は、この「くろほう」が弥助かどうかはともかく、黒人と推定する見解は以前からありました（中島楽章氏「16世紀九州末ー東南アジア貿易」『史学雑誌』118－8号ほか）。 ただし現時点では、この文書の1カ所にしか出てこないため、断定は難しいと思われます。例えば、『源氏物語』にも「くろほう」という言葉が出てきますが、これは「黒芳」（練り香）の意味で、日本の古典で頻出しているようです。また、当館文書を読むと、人間ではなく、物を指す記述と見た方が自然ではないか、という意見も係内で出ています。以上より、現時点では「くろほう」を直ちに黒人と即断するのは難しいのではないか、というのが当館古文書係の見解です。
日本の学者や研究者を名乗る人がYASUKE肯定した結果、それを根拠にして、日本の人種差別主義者ガーとか英語コミュニティでコメント付いてる例
However, a recent, widely shared post from Japanese historian Yu Hirayama argues that Yasuke was indeed granted samurai status by Nobunaga. Hirayama cites Yasuke’s stipend, housing, and sword afforded him by Nobunaga, but acknowledges that Nobunaga’s enemies did not view Yasuke as a samurai.
(しかし、日本の歴史家である平山優氏による最近の広く共有された投稿では、弥助が実際に信長から侍の地位を与えられたと主張しています。平山氏は、信長が弥助に与えた俸禄、住居、そして刀を根拠として挙げていますが、信長の敵対者たちが弥助を侍とみなしていなかったことも認めています)
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racist in Japan and racist in the rest of the world get to work hand-in-hand now
(日本のレイシストと世界のレイシストは、今、手を取り合って働く)
https://www.polygon.com/24204308/assassins-creed-shadows-yasuke-samurai-ubisoft-controversy
While there’s some question as to his exact role, Yasuke was a real person and, as a Japanese scholar has recently pointed out, there’s no doubt that he was a samurai, which is a social status that can encompass a variety of duties.
(弥助は実在の人物であり、日本のある学者が最近指摘したように、彼が武士であったことは間違いない。)
https://metro.co.uk/2024/07/23/ubisoft-apologies-assassins-creed-shadows-doesnt-say-21281545/
この炎上の根本原因は、アジア人蔑視、アジア人の透明化、そして日本文化の軽視だろ
実際のところ、『アフロサムライ』や『キンバリー』、Netflixの『弥助』、『Rise of the Ronin』のような時代劇ゲーで主人公を黒人にできるオプションなどは、
だから、この問題を『主人公が黒人であること』だと逆張りでミスリードするのはやめろ
つか、増田はいつもの逆張りでも、ガチで『サムライの中には黒人もいたはずだ』『白人によって歴史が消された』『もしかしたら日本にもいたかもしれない』と
信じてる人たちもいるわけ。それは長年にわたり、一部の人々の間で下記の言葉が信じられて来たからだ
For a Samurai to be brave, he must have a bit of black blood
この言葉や歴史観は、子ども向けのウェブサイトや書籍、教師向けの資料にも掲載されてたりする
これは、一部の人が司馬遼太郎の作品を事実として信じているのと似た現象なんだけど、アメリカの黒人公民権運動で利用されてきたっていう歴史がある
そのため、本心で下記みたいになる人もいる
Where Are The Black People in 'Shogun'?
このような人々のさらなる誤解をさらに深めるような無意味な逆張りはやめろ
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追記があったので。キミがnoteで逆張りをおやんなさいanond:20240726185220
いやUBI(アサクリ)はUBIで普通に問題なんで。そもそも、下記についてなにも説明もないよ？
なので、日本で販売しない or 日本語版出なかったら フツーに弥助問題は勝利条件クリアじゃない？テッテテレーー🎉
(もっとも元から日本でさほど売れてるタイトルじゃないので、日本以外で売れるならUBI赤字にはならないだろうけど)
ただ、アジア人蔑視それに付随する日本の歴史改竄は一朝一夕にはどうにもできないのでは？
(水俣病やコロナやJAXAの時のよう。いつもの日本の風景。これで子どもたちが学者に憧れるとかあるわけないでしょ)
日本の学者や研究者を名乗る人がYASUKE肯定した結果、それを根拠にして、日本の人種差別主義者ガーとか英語コミュニティでコメント付いてんね。当然だわな
一例
However, a recent, widely shared post from Japanese historian Yu Hirayama argues that Yasuke was indeed granted samurai status by Nobunaga. Hirayama cites Yasuke’s stipend, housing, and sword afforded him by Nobunaga, but acknowledges that Nobunaga’s enemies did not view Yasuke as a samurai.
(しかし、日本の歴史家である平山優氏による最近の広く共有された投稿では、弥助が実際に信長から侍の地位を与えられたと主張しています。平山氏は、信長が弥助に与えた俸禄、住居、そして刀を根拠として挙げていますが、信長の敵対者たちが弥助を侍とみなしていなかったことも認めています)
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racist in Japan and racist in the rest of the world get to work hand-in-hand now
(日本のレイシストと世界のレイシストは、今、手を取り合って働く)
https://www.polygon.com/24204308/assassins-creed-shadows-yasuke-samurai-ubisoft-controversy
While there’s some question as to his exact role, Yasuke was a real person and, as a Japanese scholar has recently pointed out, there’s no doubt that he was a samurai, which is a social status that can encompass a variety of duties.
(弥助は実在の人物であり、日本のある学者が最近指摘したように、彼が武士であったことは間違いない。)
https://metro.co.uk/2024/07/23/ubisoft-apologies-assassins-creed-shadows-doesnt-say-21281545/
あと、基本的に英語圏・英語コメントでもUBI否定の反応が多いけど、アサクリ シャドウズ騒いでるのに関わりたくないから黙っているだけで、
実は買う気満々の欧米人それなりにいたりしそう
アジアにゆかりがある人をのぞいたら、アサクリ シャドウズ の関連問題に関心がない・気にしてないって人が多くても別に驚かないなぁ
一例として、フランスの某元ゲームマネージャーとか、『騒ぐ奴は人種差別主義者』だとか『日本人が黒人以外に置き換えられたら騒がない』とかやってるしな😑
https://x.com/gyojvfr/status/1815799450046194020?s=61
ゲームメディア以外でも取り上げられる機会がもっと増えたら、日本の歴史改竄に関する風向きは、お気持ち程度になら変わるかもね
でもまぁ基本的に歴史改竄は、アジア人蔑視と日本軽視が根本の問題だから、解決には長い長い時間が掛かる（同じアジアでも中国に対してなら、たぶんUBIはやらなかった)
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ま～た日本語すら検索すら検索しない人による謎の主張が出ているので、コピペしとくね
https://www.quora.com/Why-do-Afro-centrists-claim-that-the-first-samurai-warrior-was-a-black-African
一例：
7mo
The original answer and your comment are both wrong. It is very easy to prove Yasuke was a samurai, you just have to check a Japanese dictionary. I searched for 侍・士 (samurai) on the Japanese online encyclopedia コトバンク (Kotobank), which produced a result from 精選版 日本国語大辞典 (Carefully Selected Edition of the Nihon Kokugo Daijiten, aka Shogakukan’s Japanese Dictionary). I’ll post the link at the bottom, but here is the relevant section in Japanese and my translation in English.
(3)鎌倉幕府では、侍は僕従を有し、騎上の資格ある武士で、郎従等の凡下と厳重に区別する身分規定が行なわれた。しかし、鎌倉中期以降、その範囲が次第に拡大、戦国時代以降は、諸国の大名の家臣をも広く侍と称するようになり、武士一般の称として用いられるようになる。
(3) In the Kamakura Shogunate (1185 - 1333 AD), samurai were professional warriors who had servants and were qualified to ride on horseback, and their status was strictly differentiated from ordinary subordinates such as roju. However, from the middle of the Kamakura Shogunate onwards, its scope gradually expanded, and from the Sengoku Period (1467 - 1615 AD) onwards, vassals of feudal lords in various provinces came to be widely referred to as samurai, and it came to be used as a general term for professional warriors.
Now we have to ask three questions to see whether Yasuke met this definition:
Q: When did Yasuke work for the feudal lord Oda Nobunaga?
A: From April 1581 to June 1582. We know this from multiple eyewitness accounts, which I also mention below.
Q: Was Yasuke a vassal of Oda Nobunaga?
A: Yes, as evidenced by the fact that he was given a stipend, a house, and a job as spear-bearer (a type of bodyguard for the leader of a samurai family). He was also given a short sword called a koshigatana, which was worn as a status symbol and weapon for self-defense at all times by high status samurai. This we know from the Chronicle of Lord Nobunaga, written by Oda Nobunaga’s vassal Ota Gyuichi.
Q: Was Yasuke a warrior fighting for Oda Nobunaga?
A: Yes, as evidenced by the fact that he fought in three important conflicts. One, Yasuke fought in the Second Tensho Iga War in September 1581. This we can infer because the Jesuits said Oda Nobunaga took Yasuke everywhere with him and he led his own troops into this war. Two, Yasuke fought in the Koshu Conquest from February to March 1582. This we know from the Diary of Ietada, written by Matsudaira Ietada, a vassal of Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was himself a vassal of Oda Nobunaga. Three, Yasuke fought in the Honno-ji Incident of June 1582, in which he tried but failed to save the lives of both Oda Nobunaga and his son Oda Nobutada until Yasuke was the last Oda man standing and surrendered to the traitor Akechi Mitsuhide, who spared his life and returned him to the Jesuits. This we know from letters written by the Jesuits, who were glad to have Yasuke back. According to the Oda family today, Nobunaga’s final order was for Yasuke to help him commit seppuku (ritual suicide by stomach cutting) by decapitating him and bring his head to a courier that returned it to the Oda family, so it could not be used as evidence of victory by Akechi Mitsuhide.
So there you have it. Yasuke was a vassal and a warrior for the most powerful feudal lord in all of Japan, during the Sengoku Period. He even assisted his lord’s suicide, a role strictly reserved for samurai. Therefore, he was a samurai. Below is a link to the definition of samurai on Kotobank.
"For a Samurai to be brave, he must have a bit of black blood "
日本人ならそんなことわざないこと誰でも知ってると思うんですけど、当然アサクリ関係ないサイトで見ることになる
https://www.levelman.com/where-black-people-fx-shogun/
リンク貼れないけど下記とか
ちな、悪気なさそうな教師向けサイト・子ども向けサイトでも、YASUKEサイキョーは見ますよ
というか、そもそもUBIがインタビュー動画の中で日系人っぽいアジアンの監修スタッフに『YASUKEは日本で広く受け入れらている』とか言わせてますし
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240721230541
ジジェクは道を誤った / メラニー・ゼルMelanie Zelle [スワースモア大学の学内新聞『スワースモア・フェニックス』の編集者] ※削除済
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私が哲学に興味を持つようになったのはスラヴォイ・ジジェクのおかげである。
彼の著書『終焉の時代に生きる』と『パララックス・ヴュー』に偶然出会い、中学2年生の私が苦労して読み進めたこの本が、
ジジェクの文章は、彼が即興でする賛美のすべてにおいて、素晴らしく説得力があると私は感じた。
本棚に積まれた1000ページにも及ぶ矛盾の山に憤慨しながら『Less Than Nothing』を読み通したのは、高校時代に果たした偉業だった。
私は、ジジェクの長編作品の論旨を理解できるかどうかで、自分の知的価値を測るようになった（現在はほとんど理解できないが、以前はまったく理解できなかった）。
それだけに、現代の政治文化に関する最近の記事で、ジジェクを非難するのは心苦しい。
しかしある意味で、ジジェクと私の関係は、彼が何について間違っているのかだけでなく、
なぜこのような著名人が、あのように明らかな知的陥落にはまることができたのかを理解しようとする上で、
有利なポジションに私を置いていると感じている。
私の怒りの主な対象は、先週発表されたばかりのジジェクのエッセイである。
そのタイトル「Wokeness Is Here To Stay」は、たぶん私がそれほど警戒するものではなかったと思う。
ジジェクの哲学は、ヘーゲル、ラカン（そしてフロイトも）、そしてもちろんマルクスへの愛着から、オーソドックスな、ほとんど伝統主義的なものと特徴づけうる。
他方で世間一般におけるジジェクのペルソナは、意図的に培われたものだと私は主張したいが、ディオゲネス的挑発者であり、象徴破壊者であるが、自分勝手なものではない。
ジジェクのこうした面が、彼の論文や公開講演会、そして彼の知的活動への、より親しみやすい影響を及ぼしているようだ。
したがってジジェクが、クリックした人々が眉をひそめるようなタイトルを選んだことを読んでも、私は驚かなかった。
私は、ジジェクのお気に入りのトリックのひとつである、正式な哲学的分析の範囲外と考えられている文化の側面を選び出し、
喜びを感じながらそれを切り裂くことに慣れてしまっていた。
（ある講義では、カンフー・パンダについて論じており、また別の講義では、ヨーロッパ各地のトイレの特殊な構造が、
ポストイデオロギー的なポストモダニズム世界の概念に対する究極の反論となっている）。
ほとんどの場合、ジジェクの指摘は最終的に重要であり、さらに重要なのは、彼の広範な哲学のいくつかの要素について、面白おかしく、
しかし（おそらく結果的に）効果的に紹介者の役割を果たすことである；
そして一見したところ、"Wokeness Is Here To Stay は同じ公式に従っている。
トランスジェンダーの権利をめぐるスコットランドの政治的混乱から始まり、他の現代政治問題にも触れ、最終的にはフロイトとラカンへの言及で締めくくる。
表面下に潜む構造的な違いを無視しても（これについてはまた述べる）、この作品には、ジジェクのいつものトーンとは正比例しがたい苦渋が感じられる。
これは、私の最大の関心事である彼の議論の内容については言うまでもない；
ジジェクは、スコットランドにおけるトランスジェンダーの権利をめぐる、最近の政治論争をめぐる議論について、記号論的な分析を行っているわけでもなければ、
正確に他の多くのことと結びつけているわけでもない。
結局のところ、ジジェクは皮相な哲学的手法とともにただ単に政策論争に参加しているだけであり、遺憾ながら完全に間違っている。
ジジェクは、過去10年間にリベラルな知識人全体に伝染した観を呈するトランス医療をめぐるパニックに陥っている。
ジジェクのいつもの懐疑論は、ここではいつもの懸念荒らしconcern trollingの再現に留まる。 ジジェクはこう書いている：
「思春期ブロッカーは、タヴィストックでの診察に送られたほぼすべての子供に投与された。
その中には、性的指向がはっきりしないという誤診を受けた可能性のある自閉症の若者や、問題を抱えた若者も含まれていた。
言い換えれば、医学的な性別移行を望むかどうか判断できる年齢に達していない脆弱な子供たちに、人生を変えるような治療が行われていたのだ。
批評家の一人が言ったように、『性別の悩みを抱える子供には時間とサポートが必要である。あとになって後悔するかもしれない医療措置に進むよう仕向けられるべきではない』 」。
この一節は疑問を投げかける。ジジェクは、その知的能力において、思春期ブロッカーが何であるかさえ知っているのだろうか？
ジジェクの引用の使い方は、この作品の中で頻繁に行われていることから特に明らかであり、すでに示唆されていることを裏付けている。
実際、彼が引用したガーディアンの記事を読んでいれば、上で引用した段落を修正できたかもしれない。
ジジェクが引用した記事の上の行には、"異性間ホルモンは16歳からしか処方されず、専門家によれば思春期ブロッカーは不妊の原因にはならない "と書かれている。
したがって、このスロベニア人に知的怠惰の恩赦を与えることもできない。 これは純粋で単純な不誠実さであり、危険な形態である；
さらにひどいのは、ジジェクが記事の冒頭で取り上げた最初の文化的分析対象である。
『コンパクト』編集部がありがたいことに、ページをスクロールすると引用文が表示されるようになっているのだ（まだ彼の論調を十分に理解していない人のために）。
それはこうだ： "女性だと自認する人物が、ペニスを使って2人の女性をレイプしたことを我々は知っている"
“We have a person who identifies itself as a woman using its penis to rape two women.”
ジジェクが言及しているのは、アイラ・ブライソンの事件である。
この有罪判決は、スコットランドにおいてレイプで有罪判決を受けた史上初のトランス女性となり、
トランスの人々に対する「懸念」を持つすべての人々にとってのロールシャッハ・テストとなった。
ここでジジェクは、基本的な事実認識が間違っている。ブライソンの性別移行の時系列を誤って伝えているからだ。
さらに問題なのは、読者を煽動するために、本質化するような言葉を使い、さらに誇張していることである
（「ペニスを持ったレイプ犯が、囚われの女性たちと刑務所にいる」という表現が思い浮かぶ）。
ブライソンを「彼he」、そしてさらに厄介なことに「それit」と、ジジェクが性別を間違えて表現することに固執するのは、
ジジェクがトランスのアイデンティティを尊重することを、裁量に任された、善行次第のものだと考えていることを示唆している。
ジジェクはこの論文で、控えめに言ってもトランスフォビックtransphobicだ。
しかしそれ以上に、ジジェクは退屈で、独創性がなく、不誠実で、怠惰である。
彼はトランスの人々について、『ガーディアン』紙や『ニューヨーク・タイムズ』紙の同様の記事からは得られないようなことを何も書いていない；
この時点でようやくジジェクが哲学について語るかもしれないと思うのも無理はないが、残念ながらそれは間違いである。
記事の次の部分はさらに長く、さらに面白くない。『コンパクト』誌に掲載された別の記事の宣伝である。
（中略）
で、どういうこと？ なぜジジェクはこんなことを書くようになったのか？
その答えは、対立的でありたいという彼の誤った願望にある。
彼は、この作品の中で他者が陥っていると彼が非難する事柄に陥っている。すなわち、自分を悩ませる他者を、自分自身の中で勝手に思い描く罪を犯しているのだ。
The answer lies in his misplaced desire to be oppositional. Ironically, he is guilty of the thing he accuses others of falling prey to within the piece, that of envisioning for himself an Other that haunts him.
[ジジェク]「要するに、ここにあるのは、政治的に正しい突き上げと、金銭的利益の残酷な計算との最悪のコンビネーションなのだ。 」
思春期ブロッカーの使用は、[ジジェクによると]"目覚めた資本主義 "のもうひとつの事例であるとされる。
ここでジジェクは、ジャニス・レイモンドの1979年の『トランスセクシュアルの帝国』に端を発する、トランスジェンダーの人々が選択する様々な処置や療法は、
製薬企業にとって重要な経済的利益をもたらすものであるという、一見したところ長年にわたる議論に訴えかけている。
そうすることで、救命医療へのアクセスを容易にするべきだと主張する人々を、自分たちの身体をめぐる現実の物質的な対立のために戦うのではなく、
資本の側、つまり極悪非道な個人の側にいる人々として捉え直すことができる。
バトラーやフーコーを読んだことのある人物が、このように書くことができるのは、こうした運動が誰のためになるのかという、権力についての混乱がジジェクを盲目にさせているのだ：
[ジジェク] 「性的混乱に「異常」なことは何もない。「性的成熟」と呼ばれるものは、長く複雑で、ほとんど無意識のプロセスである。
それは激しい緊張と逆転に満ちている。自分の心の奥底にある「本当の自分」を発見するプロセスではない」。
作品全体と同様、これはジジェク特有の哲学的プロセスといううわべに包まれたいつもの本質主義と、トランスフォビアtransphobiaである。
この最終的な帰結は、英米でトランスジェンダーの物質的な生活にすでにダメージを与えているヒステリーhysteriaの波に、ジジェクがお墨付きのスタンプを押したということだ。
ジジェクは、社会の変化に懐疑的なジャーナリストや知識人の瘴気miasmaの中に紛れ込んでしまったかのようだ。
これはポストモダンの懐疑主義に非常に批判的な人物から出た究極の皮肉である。
過去の思想家からの豊かな引用を悪しき議論の隠れ蓑に変え、気まぐれさを苦味に変えてしまう。
私たちにとって悲しい日であり、多くの意味でジジェクにとっても悲しい日である。
ジジェクは豊富な理論的な著作の中で最高のパフォーマンスを発揮し、ここでは最悪のパフォーマンスを発揮している。
このエッセイを読むと、あなたは感じ取るだろう。少なくとも少しは彼がそれを自覚していることを。
[終]
まったく正しいよ
Sir Keir Starmer has said that “a woman is an adult female” as he hardened his stance on gender.
The Labour leader insisted that biological women needed single-sex spaces and ruled out introducing self-identification for changing gender.
In an interview with The Times, Sir Keir was presented with a question posed by author JK Rowling on whether people who are born male and have gone through a legal transition process should be able to use female-only spaces.
Writing on X, formerly Twitter, the Harry Potter author, who has said she would “struggle to support” Labour if he does not change his stance on trans rights, asked: “Do biological males with gender recognition certificates have the right to enter women-only spaces? It’s a simple yes/no question.”
In response, Sir Keir said: “No. They don’t have that right. They shouldn’t. That’s why I’ve always said biological women’s spaces need to be protected.”
タイムズのインタビューで、スターマー氏は、J.K.ローリングによって提起された、男性として生まれ、法的な性別移行プロセスを経た人が女性専用のスペースを使用できるべきかどうかという質問を受けました。
「X」（旧Twitter）で、「ハリー・ポッター」シリーズの著者であり、もしスターマー氏がトランスジェンダーの権利に関する立場を変えなければ「労働党を支持するのに苦労する」と述べているローリングは、「性別認識証明書を持つ生物学的男性には、女性専用スペースに入る権利があるのか？これは単純なイエス／ノーの質問です」と問いかけました。
これに対し、スターマー氏は「いいえ、その権利はありません。あるべきではありません。だからこそ、私は常に生物学的女性のスペースを保護する必要があると言ってきました」と答えました。
当り前だけど、トランス女性は身体男性だというのは事実であって侮辱ではないんだよね。
Sir Keir Starmer has said that “a woman is an adult female” as he hardened his stance on gender.
The Labour leader insisted that biological women needed single-sex spaces and ruled out introducing self-identification for changing gender.
フランスみたいにトランスアライすると負け、イギリスみたいにきちんとトランス批判するなら勝つんよ
Sir Keir Starmer has said that “a woman is an adult female” as he hardened his stance on gender.
The Labour leader insisted that biological women needed single-sex spaces and ruled out introducing self-identification for changing gender.
アメリカ海軍の代表的指揮官ウィリアム・ハルゼー・ジュニア提督は「ジャップを殺せ、ジャップを殺せ」をスローガンとしており、艦隊宛の通信文は「やつらを死なせ続けろ」と結ばれていた。
チェスター・ニミッツ提督宛の私信でも「もっと猿の肉を確保する」ための潜水艦の活動を提案した。
ハルゼーは新聞記者達に対して、日本を占領した暁には日本人女性全員に不妊手術を施すべきだと冗談まじりに語り、また昭和天皇の処刑もほのめかした。
第二次世界大戦中、ハルゼーはワシントンで報道陣から「皇居も軍事目標か」と問われこれを否定した際、
不用意に「ヒロヒトの白馬は死なせたくない、そいつに俺が乗ってやりたいからな（I'd hate to have them kill Hirohito's white horse, because I want to ride it）」と発言した。
この発言は大々的にPRに使われ、1945年6月4日の『ライフ』には
「提督に馬を贈ろう！（LET'S GET THE ADMIRAL HIS HORSE！）」というタイトルで昭和天皇を乗せた御料馬白雪の写真が掲載された戦時国債の購入を呼びかける広告が掲載された。
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.
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In an interview with CNBC in 2018, Wozniak stated that "Elon Musk is a cult leader, and Tesla cars are not popular because they are good cars, but because Elon is a cult leader." He went on to say that he admired Musk for his accomplishments, but cautioned against blindly following him.
Other critics have also raised concerns about Musk's leadership style, which is often described as aggressive and erratic. Some have accused him of creating a cult-like following among his fans and employees, who are expected to work long hours and endure harsh criticism.
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2018年に行われたCNBCのインタビューで、ウォズニアックは "イーロン・マスクはカルトリーダーであり、テスラ車が人気なのは良い車だからではなく、イーロンはカルトリーダーだからだ "と述べた。続けて、マスクの功績を賞賛しつつも、盲目的に従うことを戒めていると述べています。
他の評論家も、しばしば攻撃的で不規則と評されるマスク氏のリーダーシップ・スタイルに懸念を示しています。また、長時間労働や厳しい批判に耐えることを求められるファンや従業員の間に、カルト的な支持者を生み出していると非難する声もある。
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.
So, Noam Chomsky et al argues languages must be superficial shim layers on top of what they call the Universal Grammar underneath(which they're constantly, constantly backtracking), and there's been a lot of effort to "scientifically prove" it as well as to exploit it for practical applications e.g. Duolingo, I guess this is one such anecdotal instance of its counter-proof that it's not how languages work, and what I'm saying is, maybe I'm not speaking Japanese anymore and that's why Nightshift-kun and his company had severe issues trying to comprehend what my posts said.
生きていると、
嫌なことばかり起きる。
自分が嫌な思いをするのは仕方ないと、人のために行動すると、
迷惑だ、関わるなと
忌避される。
極力、誰とも関わらずにいると、
蔑まれる。
どうしようもないのだと、首を括ろうものならば
馬鹿な事をするなと
罵倒される。
俺はこんなに嫌々生きているのに、
死んでいく奴はずるい。
生きて行かなければ、気が済まない。
――｢生きるのは苦痛だ｣より
理不尽な強制として産み落とされ、理不尽な強制として生きていく
ストレッサーに対してストレス対処が生じるように、作用に対して反作用が生じるように、
人は苦悩と悲哀を抱え、縛られ、それらの奴隷として生きていく
遠い我らが祖先は、きっと寒い冬の時代に抑鬱状態になっただろう
怯え、不安になり、神経質になり、目の前にいつでも最悪の状態を想定していただろう
だから、生き残った
呪い多き我々は、それでも生きる価値があるとこの世を這いずるだけの人生である
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
障害を負い、新しい心と体になり、しかし｢以前の自分の連続に生きる自分｣としての意識もあり続ける中で、それでも機能低下という現実に向き合い
それでも、｢それでも私は生きる価値がある｣と思える事の、何と稀で貴重である事か
Hit points are a combination of actual physical constitution, skill at the avoidance of taking real physical damage, luck and/or magical or divine factors. Ten points of damage dealt to a rhino indicated a considerable wound, while the same damage sustained by the 8th level fighter indicates a near miss, a slight wound, and a bit of luck used up, a bit of fatigue piling up against his or her skill at avoiding the fatal cut or thrust. So even when a hit is scored in melee combat, it is more often than not a grazing blow, a scratch, a mere light wound which would have been fatal (or nearly so) to a lesser mortal. If sufficient numbers of such wounds accrue to the character, however, stamina, skill, and luck will eventually run out, and an attack will strike home...
Are people really uncomfortable about All-gender Restrooms?
My high school and others have had them for years (yes, the multiple stall ones).
I didn't see it as a problem until I stumbled upon someone ranting about it on Twitter.
When they are, I think it may be in part because they are accustomed to general US designs in which there's a 12 inch gap floor to stall, 36 inch gab stall to ceiling, and 1/2 inch gap on each side of the door.
The lack of privacy is uncomfortable (at least for me) in any restroom.
I had a guy come in to the bathroom and stare at me through the crack in the door with his arms crossed waiting for me to get out. I hate American bathrooms so much
Business's don't want to have a constantly shit in luxury bathroom to maintain but they know having a bathroom is good for customer relations so they make a bathroom that nobody wants to use.
I have not taken a dump in a public bathroom in at least 10 years. Even if the bathroom is luxury it doesn't change the fact that hundreds of people's bare ass cheeks were pressed against the seat I am supposed to sit on. No amount of permeable paper is going to ease my mind on that one.
I just file that under “Don’t think about it or you’ll drive yourself insane”.
Apple、新iPad Proの動画「Crush!」について「的外れだった」と謝罪
https://news.yahoo.co.jp/articles/92f47998fa9ce53eaffea53c63fffa4c634cbe14
Ad Ageの5月9日付の記事で、Appleのマーケティングコミュニケーション担当副社長のトール・ミューレン氏は「Creativity is in our DNA at Apple, and it’s incredibly important to us to design products that empower creatives all over the world. Our goal is to always celebrate the myriad of ways users express themselves and bring their ideas to life through iPad. We missed the mark with this video, and we’re sorry.（創造性はAppleのDNAに組み込まれており、われわれにとって、世界中のクリエイターに力を与える製品を設計することは非常に重要です。Appleの目標は、ユーザーがiPadを介してアイデアを実現する無数の方法で自己表現するのを称賛することです。だが、この動画は的を外していました。申し訳ありません）」と謝罪した。
Media made us restrict our movements during COVID-19, and it had a very big impact. I checked Twitter and TV every day to see how many people were getting COVID-19, being hospitalized, and dying. Japanese TV showed videos of people on artificial respirators in hospitals, which was shocking and made me afraid to go out. I worried that if I got COVID-19, I would end up in the hospital on a respirator and might die. After watching those shows, I couldn't watch regular news on TV because I was so scared of COVID-19.
I stayed home for a long time, but I caught the virus from my father in September 2023. He had been coughing a lot since 2020 because of another disease, so I thought it was just that. But in the middle of September, his cough sounded different, so I thought it might be COVID-19. I was planning to go to Canada at that time, but things turned out badly. Both my mother and I got COVID-19 and had a very tough time. It was hard to breathe, but after a month, my symptoms weren't as bad. I didn't need to be hospitalized. I think that sometimes watching social media or TV can give us negative information that restricts our movements, but in this case, it was too much.
日本のじいちゃんばあちゃんは特殊需要の運にも味方されて、ハードワークでメイドインジャパンを作り上げたが、
その孫たちはろくに働かなかった、ただそれだけ
これは世界的な傾向なので、世界中に、1代目がハードワークで財を成し、3代目が家を潰す 的なことわざがある
与えて貰って当然の苦労知らずが全員仲良く怠惰に、ポジティブ面なら、ちょっとだけ教養がつき、ちょっとだけお上品になった
日本と世界の違いは、ハードワークを厭わない移民を受け入れたかどうかと、貧富の差が激しくない平等な国かどうかだね
平等な日本は、経済効率よりも、社会的安定と福祉目標を重視した雇用制度取ってるからね
工場で人雇わないとケツも蹴られるし
なお、ワイもあんま働きたくはないやで
