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はてなキーワード: oneとは
Instrumental and Vocal Stems
New feature
Pro & Premier users can now separate the vocals and instrumentals from songs, which will give you more control over how to use Suno.
How to use:
1 - Go to Library or Create, and click the vertical “...” on a song row
3 - If you’re not there already, you’ll be navigated to the Create page where you can see two new clips that are generating. One will be the instrumentals, and the other will be the vocals
You can then download or extend each individual clip.
ｷﾀｰ!!!!!!
これはProに入るタイミングかも知れんね！
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
歴史改竄でどうこうはアサクリより前からやっている。いちおう実名ってことになってるのに Facebook 同様に地獄めいてる
まぁ自分の経験をシェアするとか道徳的な話以外は Quora (en)も割と酷い
https://www.quora.com/Why-do-Afro-centrists-claim-that-the-first-samurai-warrior-was-a-black-African
"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
リンク貼れないけど下記とか
https://www.levelman.com/where-black-people-fx-shogun/
あとアサクリ関係なくYASUKEの名前もトンデモ記述の中で見るけど、悪気無さそうなサイトや個人サイト貼るのはやめとくね
アフロ侍かっこいいし、肌の色の濃いヒーローやヒロインが活躍する作品はもっと増えるべきだと思う
あと、おそらく、日本にアフリカ系の血を引いた人が居たか居なかったかなら居た可能性もあるのではないかと思う
だから、肌の色の濃いヒーローが主人公なのはぜんぜん有りだと思うけど、
とにかく下記みたいな発言をやめろと、日本の団体や文化財の『使用許可ガン無視』と『利用料金ガン無視』の無断利用はやめろに尽きますわ
Assassin's Creed director: The right time to take series to Japan | BBC
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c163jexl7rxo
Shadow’s trailer also generated backlash from some gamers, who criticised the choice of Yasuke as a main character over a native Japanese protagonist.
Opponents have accused those critics of being racist, and have pointed out that Yasuke is based on a real-life person.
Charles, speaking to Newsbeat before the trailer dropped, says the developers “put a lot of emphasis on authenticity and making sure we depict Japan and the culture right”.
“So when we started the project, we had a historian with us from day one,” he says.
He says the team also consulted weapons experts and travelled to Japan to get a feel for the landscape and locations in the game.
シャドウのトレーラーは、一部のゲーマーからの反発も生みました。彼らは、日本人主人公ではなく弥助を主人公として選んだことを批判しました。
これに対して、批判者たちを人種差別主義者だと非難する声も上がっており、弥助が実在の人物に基づいていることが指摘されています。
チャールズは、トレーラー公開前にNewsbeat（BBCのニュース番組）との対話で、開発者たちが「日本とその文化を正しく描写することに重点を置き、真正性を重視した」と述べています。
あと首云々もひでーわな
It was surprisingly gory, like the decapitations, you could get coated in blood. How vital is that to the assassin’s fantasy?
（斬首シーンなどでは、予想外に残虐で、血まみれになることもありますね。これはアサシンのファンタジーにとってどれほど重要なのでしょうか？）
I think it’s not an assassin thing, it’s a Japan thing in our case. So looking at death was a day-to-day occurrence in that period, and the way most people died in Japan during that time is clean decapitations.
So we didn’t want to shy away from it, although you can turn off the violence if you want. There’s options for it. You can turn off the blood, you can turn off the dismemberment and stuff. So it’s more trying to be faithful to the war aspect of Japan at that period. Death was a common thing and decapitation was not a strange sight in Japan.
私たちの場合、これはアサシンに関することというよりも、日本に関することだと考えています。当時の日本では、死を目にすることは日常的なことでした。そしてその時代の日本で多くの人々が死んでいった方法は、きれいな斬首でした。
ですので、私たちはそれを避けようとはしませんでした。ただし、望めば暴力表現をオフにすることもできます。そのためのオプションがあります。血の表現をオフにしたり、切断などの表現をオフにしたりすることができます。これは、むしろその時代の日本の戦争の側面に忠実であろうとする試みなのです。死は日常的なことであり、斬首は日本では珍しい光景ではありませんでした。
https://videogames.si.com/features/assassins-creed-shadows-interview
公開済であるコンセプトアート2点に、関ケ原古戦場おもてなし連合「関ケ原鉄砲隊」の旗が無断で使用されているとのご指摘を受けております。
当該アートはコレクターズエディション内のアートブックに収録されることを除き、以降は新たな使用・配布等は行われません。
↓ でも実際には削除してません (なぜか、UBI許せないマンがUBIに抗議しろと町や観光協会にアタックしてくるみたいなのでアカウント名は省略)
私の書き方が悪かったかもしれないので再度返信についてポストします
・指摘のあった画像（吊るし首の方）は削除されました
・背景に小さく映り込んでいる画像は印刷の関係で判別できないため収録されています
箇条書きですが上記3点が回答でした
anond:20240723220838 anond:20240724015401
一般的な意味の侍なら苗字がねーのおかしいし、捕られたのに解放されるわきゃねーでしょ
まともな人なら、信長の家臣だった、大変気に入っていたようである、連れて歩いていた に留める
あと、別に日本だって、実在の登場人物を元にしたフィクションは無限に作ってるから、ちゃんとフィクションと書けば燃えなかった
『アサシン クリード シャドウズ』は、2 つの異なる体験をどのように融合させたのか｜Xbox Wire Japan
- Benoit： 戦国時代末期は、日本史における大きな転換期です。『アサシン クリード』シリーズは、その歴史描写と緻密な世界再現で知られていますが、
『アサシン クリード シャドウズ』でもそのこだわりを発揮できます。
本作は、織田信長のような 実在した歴史上の人物や当時の出来事を忠実に描いているので、封建時代の日本を舞台にゲームを楽しみながら、
この素晴らしい時代について学ぶことができます。
プレイヤーの皆さんは日本が誇り、日本史上にも活躍の記録が存在する「侍」と「忍」を体験することができるのです。
https://news.xbox.com/ja-jp/2024/05/16/assassins-creed-shadows-interview/
それから、この話題でどうこうやるの増田では初めてじゃないんだわ
ずっと前から歴史創造する謎人たちがなんやかんややってるの気にしてる増田投稿がある
たしかYASUKEのアニメかなんかあたりで多かったと思うよ、アレ本気にしてる人多いぞって。近々ではSHOGUN
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240311200843#
「ショーグン」の黒人はどこにいる？
いっちょがみしたいなら素直に 弥助 資料 で検索かけるといいんじゃない？
下記とかフツーに引っ掛かるで
織田信長の黒人家来、弥助についての資料を知りたい。 | レファレンス協同データベース
https://crd.ndl.go.jp/reference/entry/index.php?id=1000114712&page=ref_view
歴史改竄でどうこうはアサクリより前からやっている。いちおう実名ってことになってるのにFacebook同様に地獄めいてる
まぁ自分の経験をシェアするとか道徳的な話以外は Quora (en)も割と酷い
https://www.quora.com/Why-do-Afro-centrists-claim-that-the-first-samurai-warrior-was-a-black-African
"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
リンク貼れないけど下記とか
https://www.levelman.com/where-black-people-fx-shogun/
あとアサクリ関係なくYASUKEの名前もトンデモ記述の中で見るけど、悪気無さそうなサイトや個人サイト貼るのはやめとくね
アフロ侍かっこいいし、肌の色の濃いヒーローやヒロインが活躍する作品はもっと増えるべきだと思う
あと、おそらく、日本にアフリカ系の血を引いた人が居たか居なかったかなら居た可能性もあるのではないかと思う
だから、肌の色の濃いヒーローが主人公なのはぜんぜん有りだと思うけど、
とにかく下記みたいな発言をやめろと、日本の団体や文化財の使用許可ガン無視と利用料金ガン無視の無断利用はやめろに尽きますわ
Assassin's Creed director: The right time to take series to Japan | BBC
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c163jexl7rxo
Shadow’s trailer also generated backlash from some gamers, who criticised the choice of Yasuke as a main character over a native Japanese protagonist.
Opponents have accused those critics of being racist, and have pointed out that Yasuke is based on a real-life person.
Charles, speaking to Newsbeat before the trailer dropped, says the developers “put a lot of emphasis on authenticity and making sure we depict Japan and the culture right”.
“So when we started the project, we had a historian with us from day one,” he says.
He says the team also consulted weapons experts and travelled to Japan to get a feel for the landscape and locations in the game.
シャドウのトレーラーは、一部のゲーマーからの反発も生みました。彼らは、日本人主人公ではなく弥助を主人公として選んだことを批判しました。
これに対して、批判者たちを人種差別主義者だと非難する声も上がっており、弥助が実在の人物に基づいていることが指摘されています。
チャールズは、トレーラー公開前にNewsbeat（BBCのニュース番組）との対話で、開発者たちが「日本とその文化を正しく描写することに重点を置き、真正性を重視した」と述べています。
あと首云々もひでーわな
It was surprisingly gory, like the decapitations, you could get coated in blood. How vital is that to the assassin’s fantasy?
（斬首シーンなどでは、予想外に残虐で、血まみれになることもありますね。これはアサシンのファンタジーにとってどれほど重要なのでしょうか？）
I think it’s not an assassin thing, it’s a Japan thing in our case. So looking at death was a day-to-day occurrence in that period, and the way most people died in Japan during that time is clean decapitations.
So we didn’t want to shy away from it, although you can turn off the violence if you want. There’s options for it. You can turn off the blood, you can turn off the dismemberment and stuff. So it’s more trying to be faithful to the war aspect of Japan at that period. Death was a common thing and decapitation was not a strange sight in Japan.
私たちの場合、これはアサシンに関することというよりも、日本に関することだと考えています。当時の日本では、死を目にすることは日常的なことでした。そしてその時代の日本で多くの人々が死んでいった方法は、きれいな斬首でした。
ですので、私たちはそれを避けようとはしませんでした。ただし、望めば暴力表現をオフにすることもできます。そのためのオプションがあります。血の表現をオフにしたり、切断などの表現をオフにしたりすることができます。これは、むしろその時代の日本の戦争の側面に忠実であろうとする試みなのです。死は日常的なことであり、斬首は日本では珍しい光景ではありませんでした。
https://videogames.si.com/features/assassins-creed-shadows-interview
なぜかAAAタイトルで無断使用しまくって突っ込まれる。その一例
公開済であるコンセプトアート2点に、関ケ原古戦場おもてなし連合「関ケ原鉄砲隊」の旗が無断で使用されているとのご指摘を受けております。
当該アートはコレクターズエディション内のアートブックに収録されることを除き、以降は新たな使用・配布等は行われません。
↓ でも実際には削除してません (なぜか、UBI許せないマンがUBIに抗議しろと町や観光協会にアタックしてくるみたいなのでアカウント名は省略)
私の書き方が悪かったかもしれないので再度返信についてポストします
・指摘のあった画像（吊るし首の方）は削除されました
・背景に小さく映り込んでいる画像は印刷の関係で判別できないため収録されています
箇条書きですが上記3点が回答でした
もっとこう、ミニマル？な電子音楽のイメージだったけど思ってたよりキャッチーだった。
ボーカル入りの曲も多かったし、one more timeは聞いたことある！曲だった。全体的にcapsuleっぽいのかな？加工した声で単語流したり。
Charles, speaking to Newsbeat before the trailer dropped, says the developers “put a lot of emphasis on authenticity and making sure we depict Japan and the culture right”.
“So when we started the project, we had a historian with us from day one,” he says.
He says the team also consulted weapons experts and travelled to Japan to get a feel for the landscape and locations in the game.
嘘だと思いたい出来なんだが
とある人気バラエティ番組内のミニゲームの景品としてよく登場した。
その番組は今も放送中だが、ミニゲームじたいはもう行われていない。コーナーがなくなったのである。
そのミニゲームは、トランプの神経衰弱の要領で、伏せられたパネル（景品写真が隠されている）の中から任意の２枚を開き、同じパネルを引き当てるとその景品を獲得できるという趣向だった。
海外旅行や家電、日用品などさまざまなものが景品として供されたが、そのうちのひとつがYES/NO枕だった。
旅行や家電などに比べれば安価なので、ゲーム内では「スカ」に近い扱いだったと思う。
私は子供の頃、このYES/NO枕のデザインの本当の意味をまったく理解していなかった。
YES/NOは単なるデザインで、それはIN/OUTでもUP/DOWNでもONE/TWOでも別に構わない程度のものだと考えていた。
しかし結婚した今、私はYES/NO枕の意味をはっきりと悟った。
もちろんこれを読んでいる人々も全員わかっていることだろう。夜の営みの可否を意思表示するためのYES/NOであることを。
が、可否の意思表示がこれほど微妙で切実なものだとは、結婚するまで理解していなかった。表層的には理解していても、深い理解に達していなかったのである。
結婚する前はそれぞれ違う家に住み、営むのはデートの時だけだ。というか、デートする日は必ず営むし、むしろそのためにデートしていた。日中のデートは夜の営みに向けた長く穏やかな前戯と言えた。
しかし、結婚して毎日毎晩同じベッドで眠るようになると、営みはあの渇望や高まりとは無縁のものになる。日常になるのだ。
だが、妊活しているのでもなければ、そう毎日がんばって行うようなものでもない。
むしろ、インターバルを空けて互いに渇望感を高め、互いに気力体力ともに充実したタイミングで行いたい。そう思うようになった。
するとこれがなかなかうまくいかないのだ。
まず、ふたりのタイミングがなかなか一致しない。両者ともにしたくてたまらない状態で臨みたいのに、なかなかその条件が訪れない。
そして意思表示もまた難しい。
どうしても照れや遠慮があるし、なにより勇気を出して意思表示したのに相手にその気がなかった時の空振り感はダメージが大きく、積極的な意思表示をためらわせてしまう。
なので、意思表示をよりカジュアルに日常的に行えるようにしてくれるYES/NO枕はとても重宝なのだ、というのが結婚してからの気づき。
・望まない妊娠をした場合(特に南部は中絶が厳しいのもあるので)
・継続的な望まない夫婦間レイプで離婚調停中や離婚後に、スマホのカメラなどの証拠をもとに訴える場合です。
・DVや暴言で離婚する場合も、証拠が取れれば夫婦間レイプも証拠にするのでは？と思います。
日本での性的被害全体の申告率(注:検挙率ではない)は法務省統計では14%ほどですが
日本経済新聞
https://www.nikkei.com/article/DGXMZO52756330Z21C19A1CR0000/
“東京都が大規模なアンケート調査を行ったところ、女性の４５％、男性の９％が痴漢の被害にあったことがあると回答した”(NHK)
とあります。
https://www3.nhk.or.jp/shutoken-news/20240224/1000102301.html
また英語版ウィキペディアの“Rape”(レイプ)のページでは日本の強姦の暗数の多さが指摘されています。
In 2024, the University of Cambridge did a study on Rape in Japan. They found that while Japanese police claim to solve 97 percent of rape cases. Only 5–10 percent of rape victims report it to police, and police record less than half of reported cases while prosecutors charge about one-third of recorded cases. Also for every 1000 rapes in Japan, only 10–20 (1–2%) result in the offender being charged and convicted.
［翻訳］2024年、ケンブリッジ大学は日本における強姦に関する調査を行った。その結果、日本の警察は強姦事件の97％を解決していると主張しているが、強姦被害者のわずか5～10％しか警察に通報しておらず、警察が記録するのは通報された事件の半分以下であるのに対し、検察は記録された事件の約3分の1を起訴している。また、日本では1000件の強姦のうち、犯人が起訴され有罪判決を受けるのはわずか10～20件（1～2％）に過ぎないことが判明した。
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape
これらを見ると欧米諸国での性犯罪率が日本よりはるかに高い…と言い切れるのか？
と疑問に感じています。
私自身は欧米諸国が性犯罪の点において日本より素晴らしいとここで発信したい訳ではありませんが、欧米諸国はどの国も性犯罪に関しては危ない国だと考えに繋がりかねず(国によってもかなり10倍とか数にバラつきがある)
夏が苦手なので現実逃避したい。ジャンルは問わず、小説でも漫画でも写真集でもゲームでも。
今までに触れたものは
・さよ(ゲーム)
・北欧貴族と猛禽嫁の雪国狩り暮らし(漫画で読んだ。完結してしまい寂しい)
・氷(小説)
とか。
【追記と返信】
予想以上の量で来年の夏も越せる気がしてきました。
いただいた返信を読んでいるうちに「寒いシーンというより、寒い環境下にある生物の話」を求めていることに気づきました。また、映像作品は普段まったく触れないので宝の山でした。ありがとうございます。
読み始めました。
検索したところ、オマケで「氷点下で生きるということ」というドキュメンタリーも釣れました。ありがとうございます。
積んでしまいそうで躊躇していましたが買いました！ やるぞ！
最高だ〜！！！ Steamセール中だったので買いました。嬉しい。
はい！
エロゲはノータッチでした。虚の少女がタイトル名で気になったので探して見ます。
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.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Female_urinal
を見ると、はてブで往生際悪く「女性が立って小便するなんて考えられない」と、でもでもダッテしてるブクマカを吹き飛ばす活動をオランダのフェミニスト女性達がやってて草
2017 Dutch campaign
Demand is increasing for "urination equality" or "potty parity". A grassroots urination equality campaign in the Netherlands caused a sensation in 2017, with women defiantly using urinals in men's toilets. The protest movement was formed under the name of Zeikwijven ("the wild-peeing women"), which advocates urination equality and takes action against the discrimination of women through by limiting possibilities for urination.
The initiative was triggered after 23-year-old Geerte Piening was sentenced to a fine for urinating in public on the street. Her complaint was rejected on the judicial grounds that Piening should have used a street urinal common in the Netherlands. The objection that this was designed only for men was not accepted: "it may not be comfortable, but it is possible".[78][79][80][81] According to one campaign initiator, the problem is that "it isn't possible for women to urinate in a decent, hygienic and dignified manner in a public urinal designed for men."[82] In 2018, a mobile female urinal called the "Yellow Spot" was created around this protest.[83][84][a]
As part of this campaign, women in the Netherlands began to urinate demonstratively in public urinals for men.[citation needed] So, the Dutch city authorities are planning to increasingly offer a unisex version of the Urilift street urinals, which are now available in Dutch city centers, and can be used comfortably by men and women
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オランダでは、 2017年に草の根の排尿の平等運動がセンセーションを巻き起こし、女性たちが男性用トイレの小便器を敢えて使用しました。
この抗議運動は、排尿の平等を主張し、排尿の機会を制限することによる女性差別に対抗するZeikwijven (「野放しの女性たち」)という名前で結成されました。
気になったので mrs green apple columbus videoでXを検索してみた。
さっさと燃え悪意がなかったと表明した後だからか、差別されているのが白人ではないからか、そこまで燃えてはいない。
海外では無名だからかワンピースや炎炎の消防隊がもらい事故してる。
Japanese music band Mrs. GREEN APPLE who did the opening, Inferno for Fire Force, has pulled their latest music video, "Columbus", after huge outrage for depicting themselves as explorers and the native people as monkeys.
The band has issued an apology stating that their intension was to depict these Historical figures having a "fun house party".
https://x.com/AniNewsAndFacts/status/1801564317902639251?t=6FJCAn3rIhYNSe8VS7oulg&s=19
オープニング曲『炎炎ノ消防隊』を担当した日本の音楽バンド、Mrs. GREEN APPLEは、自分たちを探検家、原住民を猿に見立てて描いたことに大きな怒りがあったため、最新ミュージックビデオ「コロンバス」を取り下げた。
Jpop band Mrs. Green Apple’s latest MV “Columbus” has been pulled just 1 day after release. The highly problematic video features the 3 band members dressed as Christopher Columbus colonizing apes
Can’t believe people thought this was a good idea…
https://x.com/Johnny_suputama/status/1801237032993218978?t=KYIHDLHAz0FTTvHLK050Bg&s=19
even as someone who cannot stand mrs green apple, making the music video for a song called "columbus" like this is astonishingly bad. this was aimed at a GLOBAL AUDIENCE. at least the MV is being wiped from history but why did no one question civilised explorers finding monkeys?!
https://x.com/poppinapathetic/status/1801159185180094966?t=N-qlc1B9Uf2_3JXPqapHrw&s=19
People saying conservatives were even shocked 🥴 this is one of the reasons why the Japanese market is so insular—they can get away with racist shit all the time and there’s no outside reaction bc of copyrights creating barriers for their artists content.
https://x.com/JIMINistrending/status/1801652146728817000?t=wlfWdmBdD6Ybz46fzikn4w&s=19
猿として描写されたと感じる人は怒っている様子
Japanese people depicting us as monkeys is crazy lol. Now if a Native band wanted to talk about them in the aftermath of Nagasaki and Hiroshima....nevermind. My people would never sink so low. 👎🏼
https://x.com/sneakinmohican/status/1801750066190823611?t=p8wvbwDTranEy786jywQog&s=19
｢日本人のバンドが人種差別的なことをしているのを見たので、広島と長崎を持ち出して日本人全体に人種差別的になるつもりだ｣
Watch bunch of fucking Twitter and TikTok morons use this as a Gotcha moment, to be racist towards the Japanese. Fully ignoring the fact that they were forced to apologize for the shit they did by the Japanese themselves.
"I seen a Japanese band do something Racist so I'm gonna bring up Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and be racist to the entirety of Japan"
~ Random Twitter/TikTok morons probably ~
https://x.com/JustsomeSpaceG1/status/1801755322752606350?t=QPFcnfErhISVE5bW4l4STg&s=19
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.
(39)
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.
(40)
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.
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!
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.
https://x.com/DiscussingFilm/status/1797076997136339095
Chris Miller says there will never be generative AI usage for the ‘SPIDER-VERSE’ films.
“One of the main goals of the films is to create new visual styles that have never been seen in a studio CG film, not steal the generic plagiarized average of other artists’ work”
クリス・ミラーは、『スパイダーバース』映画では生成AIは決して使用されないだろうと語る。
「この映画の主な目的の一つは、他のアーティストの作品の一般的な盗作平均を盗むことではなく、スタジオのCG映画でこれまで見たことのない新しいビジュアルスタイルを創造することです。」
