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Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
(27)
One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
(30)
I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
(32)
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
仕事クビになって、てかまぁ派遣切りなんだけども、最近あー！死にたい死にたい言ってたわけよ。
友達の飲み会でもこんなこと言って、そしたら身体動かせだの、自分より下を見ろだの、色々聞くわけだ。でも行動はできないのよなぁ。
メンタル的に落ち込んでていろいろ相談していたら友人と、朝から皇居ランに行くことになったんだ。誘ってくれてありがとう。
で、今皇居に到着したところなんだが、感動したことがあってちょっと書いてるんだ。
ちょっと話は変わるが、
自分は田舎から出てきたもんだから、東京っぽい暮らしに憧れてて、金がないくせに都心のアクセスに特化したアパートに住んでるし、スタバで飲み物買ったり、移動はLUUPを使ったりしてる。
で、今日そのお家からLUUPを使って向かってたんだな、でさ、正直半ば強引におれが友達の軽い提案に大乗りした感じで、荷物どうするとか、コインロッカー探さなきゃとか、シャワーはどこで借りようとか、色々考えてたんだ。
で、着いたら探そうと思って、予め皇居近く返却先として指定したLUUPのポート付近まで来たんだ。
するとそのポートを見つけたんだが、なんかそこに書いてある。「asics run station」と。
あれ、まさか？？
と思って、でもまさかそんな朝7:30からやってねぇかと思って、LUUP返して近くまで来てみると、なんと7:30からやってるんだ。
ただランステーションって言うから、もしかしてコインロッカーなのか？と思って、何も知らずに入ってみたんだ。
そして「今日皇居走ろうと思ってこの辺まで来たんですけど、偶然見かけて、ここって何ができるんですか？」と聞いたんだ。
そしたら「シャワーとコインロッカーが基本サービスで800円です。で、他にもランニング用品借りれます」だと。
まじかと思ったよ。
おれはたぶん、このasics run stationの企画資料で「とある人物の1日のストーリー」として登場した人物と同じ行動をしてる。所謂ペルソナってやつだな。
仕事クビになって、てかまぁ派遣切りなんだけども、最近あー！死にたい死にたい言ってたわけよ。
友達の飲み会でもこんなこと言って、そしたら身体動かせだの、自分より下を見ろだの、色々聞くわけだ。でも行動はできないのよなぁ。
メンタル的に落ち込んでていろいろ相談していたら友人と、朝から皇居ランに行くことになったんだ。誘ってくれてありがとう。
で、今皇居に到着したところなんだが、感動したことがあってちょっと書いてるんだ。
ちょっと話は変わるが、
自分は田舎から出てきたもんだから、東京っぽい暮らしに憧れてて、金がないくせに都心のアクセスに特化したアパートに住んでるし、スタバで飲み物買ったり、移動はLUUPを使ったりしてる。
で、今日そのお家からLUUPを使って向かってたんだな、でさ、正直半ば強引におれが友達の軽い提案に大乗りした感じで、荷物どうするとか、コインロッカー探さなきゃとか、シャワーはどこで借りようとかはおれが調べなきゃなーと色々考えてたんだ。
で、着いたら探そうと思って、予め皇居近く返却先として指定したLUUPのポート付近まで来たんだ。
するとそのポートを見つけたんだが、なんかそこに書いてある。「asics run station」と。
あれ、まさか？？
と思って、でもまさかそんな朝7:30からやってねぇかと思って、LUUP返して近くまで来てみると、なんと7:30からやってるんだ。
ただランステーションって言うから、もしかしてコインロッカーなのか？と思って、何も知らずに入ってみたんだ。
そして「今日皇居走ろうと思ってこの辺まで来たんですけど、偶然見かけて、ここって何ができるんですか？」と聞いたんだ。
そしたら「シャワーとコインロッカーが基本サービスで800円です。で、他にもランニング用品借りれます」だと。
まじかと思ったよ。
おれはたぶん、このasics run stationの企画資料で「とある人物の1日のストーリー」として登場した人物と同じ行動をしてる。所謂ペルソナってやつだな。
仕事クビになって、てかまぁ派遣切りなんだけども、最近あー！死にたい死にたい言ってたわけよ。
友達の飲み会でもこんなこと言って、そしたら身体動かせだの、自分より下を見ろだの、色々聞くわけだ。でも行動はできないのよなぁ。
メンタル的に落ち込んでていろいろ相談していたら友人と、朝から皇居ランに行くことになったんだ。誘ってくれてありがとう。
で、今皇居に到着したところなんだが、感動したことがあってちょっと書いてるんだ。
ちょっと話は変わるが、
自分は田舎から出てきたもんだから、東京っぽい暮らしに憧れてて、金がないくせに都心のアクセスに特化したアパートに住んでるし、スタバで飲み物買ったり、移動はLUUPを使ったりしてる。
で、今日そのお家からLUUPを使って向かってたんだな、でさ、正直半ば強引におれが友達の軽い提案に大乗りした感じで、荷物どうするとか、コインロッカー探さなきゃとか、シャワーはどこで借りようとか、色々考えてたんだ。
で、着いたら探そうと思って、予め皇居近く返却先として指定したLUUPのポート付近まで来たんだ。
するとそのポートを見つけたんだが、なんかそこに書いてある。「asics run station」と。
あれ、まさか？？
と思って、でもまさかそんな朝7:30からやってねぇかと思って、LUUP返して近くまで来てみると、なんと7:30からやってるんだ。
ただランステーションって言うから、もしかしてコインロッカーなのか？と思って、何も知らずに入ってみたんだ。
そして「今日皇居走ろうと思ってこの辺まで来たんですけど、偶然見かけて、ここって何ができるんですか？」と聞いたんだ。
そしたら「シャワーとコインロッカーが基本サービスで800円です。で、他にもランニング用品借りれます」だと。
まじかと思ったよ。
おれはたぶん、このasics run stationの企画資料で「とある人物の1日のストーリー」として登場した人物と同じ行動をしてる。所謂ペルソナってやつだな。
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...
Dino Run は、によって作成された古典的なランニング ゲームです。 あなたは恐竜としてプレイし、絶滅から逃げなければなりません。 飛んでくる隕石や邪悪な恐竜から逃げて、種の絶滅を阻止しましょう！ 命がけで戦う恐竜を操作してください。 できるだけ早く走り、道にある他の動物を踏みつけてください。 障害物を飛び越えて、穴にはまらないようにしましょう。 絶対的な絶滅は何としてでも避けてください！
プロのヒント:
卵を集めて追加ライフを獲得
スーパーエッグを集めてゲームのマイルストーンに到達し、DNA を獲得してください。 これを使えば自分の能力をさらに高めることができる！
また、卵を 8 個見つけたり、生き物を 8 匹食べるごとに 1 DNA を受け取ることもできます。
足元がスパークしているときは、シフトを押すとスピードを上げることができます。
遊び方：
左/右に移動 - 左/右矢印キー
私は2022年6月8日から203号室の住人であり、202号室に誰が入居しているのか知りませんし、あなたの顔も見たことがありませんし、今回あなたが警察官を110番通報し、警察官が外のベランダに立っていた時に初めてあなたを見ました。常識的な見地から、会ったこともない隣の部屋の入居者に大音量でラジオを聞かせるような人はこの世に存在しない。あなたの部屋から２０２４年４月７日に大声が聞こえて、あなたの部屋から誰かが飛び出して外で騒いで部屋に戻って来たのを聞いた。従って、あなたの部屋には、中国人と女性が一緒に住んでいると考えていた。さらに、２０２４年１月９日には、２０２号室には、あなたとは違う男性が出入りしていた。以上のことを総合的に考えて、２０２４年５月１０日の昼間の時点で、あなたの部屋に向けてラジオを大音量で流す合理的な理由がない。あなたは以上のことの説明を受けたときに怒り出す性格をしているが、精神疾患か何かがあるのではないか。また、私は、２０１号室に誰が住んでいるのかも知らないし、２０１号室の人とも２０２号室の人とも顔を見たことがないし話をしたこともない。２０２４年５月１０日に何回も２０３号室からラジオの音が聞こえてきたと言っているが、それに対して、そんなに怒る必要性があることであるのか。
I have been a resident of room 203 since June 8, 2022, I do not know who occupies room 202, I have never seen your face, and this time I saw you for the first time when you called the police officer 110 and the officer was standing outside on the balcony. From a common sense standpoint, there is no one in this world who would allow a loud radio to be played by a resident of the next room who has never met you. I heard loud voices coming from your room on April 7, 2024 and heard someone run out of your room, make noise outside and come back into your room. Therefore, you believed that a Chinese man and a woman were living together in your room. Furthermore, on January 9, 2024, a man different from you was in and out of Room 202. Taking all of the above into consideration, there was no reasonable reason to play the radio loudly toward your room as of midday on May 10, 2024. You have a personality that becomes angry when the above is explained to you, but you must have a mental illness or something. I also do not know who lives in room 201, and I have never seen or talked to anyone in room 201 or 202, and you say that you heard the radio from room 203 several times on May 10, 2024, and that there is a need to get so angry about it Is that something you need to be so angry about?
To run a batch file, you must start the command interpreter; set lpApplicationName to cmd.exe and set lpCommandLine to the following arguments: /c plus the name of the batch file.
バッチ ファイルを実行するには、コマンド インタープリターを起動する必要があります。 lpApplicationName を cmd.exe に設定し、 lpCommandLine を /c にバッチ ファイルの名前を加えた引数に設定します。
lpApplicationNameにバッチファイルのパスを設定するとCreateProcessは暗黙的にcmd.exeを起動しバッチを実行します
今日は入院している祖母に会いに行く日だ。入院前はもう呆けて風呂も入らないぐらいひどい状態だったが、入院してからはちゃんとしているらしい。
それはそうと、lispでpython環境を構築する話だが、結局オートコンプリートはうざいし、使う機能といったらautopep8とisortぐらいなので、以下を.emacsに組み込んだ。
(defun python-autopep8-and-isort () "Run autopep8 and isort on current Python buffer." (interactive) (when (eq major-mode 'python-mode) (shell-command-on-region (point-min) (point-max) "autopep8 - | isort -" nil t))) (with-eval-after-load 'python (define-key python-mode-map (kbd "C-c C-r") 'python-autopep8-and-isort))
.emacsファイルには他にも様々な設定を付与したが、ここではコードを書ききれない。
さてそういうわけで週末コーディングが趣味としてちゃんと機能することはわかったが、毎週作るとなると、いくつも何かを作るよりは一つのタフなものを作りたいと思うわけである。
それで、最有力候補は「Elasticsearchのようなものをpythonで実装する」という話がある。
Elasticsearchが徹底された設定外部化によってjsonを多用するのだが、これがあまり柔軟性がないので、コードを直にいじれるようにしたいと思ったためである。
例えば自作の日本語トーカナイザを組み込みたいときElasticsearchプラグインをJavaで書かなければならない。私はJavaが嫌いであり、プラグインを「インストールする」という手順も冗長に感じる。
それよりはpythonで作られた検索システムに、適当なトーカナイズ関数を実装して呼び出すことができればかなり柔軟であるように思うわけである。
難しい点があるとすれば、大規模分散システムへの対応で、金をかけなければそういうシステムをテストすることができない。
できるだけ金をかけずに趣味をやるというのがモットーなので、これではまずいわけである。
まあ何事も困難というものはある。まずは手を動かすことが重要だ。Linus Torvaldsも"Talk is cheap, show me the code"と言っているではないか。
なるほど確かにその通りですね。
意固地になって謝罪を固辞し続けて大変申し訳ございませんでした。
僭越ながらわたくしめがフェミニストを代表して土下座で謝罪させていただきます。
その方法として古代中国より伝わる「三跪九叩頭の礼」で謝意を表させていただきます。
なお、冗長した記述を避けるためにプログラミング言語「COBOL」を用いることを予めご了承ください。
IDENTIFICATION DIVISION.
ENVIRONMENT DIVISION.
CONFIGURATION SECTION.
DATA DIVISION.
WORKING-STORAGE SECTION.
PROCEDURE DIVISION.
MAIN.
PERFORM 3 TIMES
DISPLAY "GUI"
PERFORM 3 TIMES
DISPLAY DOGEZA-CNT "KOUTOU"
DISPLAY "CHI"
END PERFORM.
DISPLAY "CHIRAI"
END PERFORM.
STOP RUN.
END PROGRAM SANGUIKIUKOUTOU.
御清聴ありがとうございました。
ウィリアム・モリスの講演「芸術の目的」における分業と競争に関する言及(https://www.marxists.org/archive/morris/works/1882/hopes/chapters/chapter4.htm)
Will you, therefore, look upon me as a craftsman who shares certain impulses with many others, which impulses forbid him to question the rules they have forced on him? so looking on me you may afford perhaps to be more indulgent to me if I seem to dogmatise over much.
Yet I cannot claim to represent any one craft. The division of labour, which has played so great a part in furthering competitive commerce, till it has become a machine with powers both reproductive and destructive, which few dare to resist, and none can control or foresee the result of, has pressed specially hard on that part of the field of human culture in which I was born to labour. That field of the arts, whose harvest should be the chief part of human joy, hope, and consolation, has been, I say, dealt hardly with by the division of labour, once the servant, and now the master of competitive commerce, itself once the servant, and now the master of civilisation; nay, so searching has been this tyranny, that it has not passed by my own insignificant corner of labour, but as it has thwarted me in many ways, so chiefly perhaps in this, that it has so stood in the way of my getting the help from others which my art forces me to crave, that I have been compelled to learn many crafts, and belike, according to the proverb, forbidden to master any, so that I fear my lecture will seem to you both to run over too many things and not to go deep enough into any.
19世紀の芸術家であり社会思想家でもあったウィリアム・モリスは、1880年に行った講演「芸術の目的」の中で、分業と競争が芸術に与える悪影響について鋭い指摘を行っている。モリスは自らを「多くの職人と衝動を共有する一人の職人」と位置づけた上で、かつては商業の下僕だった分業が、いまや文明そのものを支配するまでに至り、本来は人類の喜びと希望、慰めの源であるはずの芸術をも困難な状況に陥れていると訴えた。
モリス自身の仕事も例外ではなく、分業の弊害により他者の助けを得ることが難しくなり、多くの技術を学ばざるを得なくなる一方で、どの技術も極められなくなってしまったと吐露している。
この指摘は、現代の音楽制作における問題にも通じるものがあるのではないだろうか。チームの肥大化と制作規模の拡大に伴い、個々のクリエイターの芸術性が発揮しづらくなり、音楽のおもしろさが失われていくのではないか？分業と専門化が進むほど、全体を見渡せる人材が不足し、音楽の芸術性が損なわれるという事態が、いま起こっているのではないか。
シャニマスことアイドルマスターシャイニーカラーズのコミュ（ゲームのストーリー）のあらすじや見どころをなどを紹介したいと思います。
ネタバレの配慮は特にしていませんがあしからずご了承ください。
| タイトル | リンク | 実装日 | 備考 |
|---|---|---|---|
| ヒカリと夜の音楽、またはクロノスタシス | anond:20240320040149 | 2023/04/30 | イルミネーションスターズのコミュ |
| YOUR／MY Love letter | anond:20240323061957 | 2022/04/01 | アルストロメリアのコミュ |
| many screens | anond:20240319062218 | 2020/08/31 | 放課後クライマックスガールズのコミュ |
| ストーリー・ストーリー | anond:20240324061630 | 2020/04/30 | アンティーカのコミュ |
| 薄桃色にこんがらがって | anond:20240318050820 | 2020/02/29 | アルストロメリアのコミュ |
| タイトル | リンク | 実装日 | 備考 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 砂糖づけ・ビターエンド | anond:20240316164053 | 2021/09/21 | 園田智代子のコミュ |
| 空と青とアイツ | anond:20240322120843 | 2020/04/01 | 芹沢あさひのコミュ |
| タイトル | リンク | 実装日 | 備考 |
|---|---|---|---|
| UNTITLED | anond:20240321074134 | 2020/11/10 | 樋口円香のコミュ |
and more…
現在は２種類あって、パ◯プロ風アイドル育成シミュレーションゲームの無印（シャニマス）と
2023年11月にリリースされた音ゲーが楽しめるデッキ構築型カードゲーム風アイドル育成シミュレーションゲームのSong for Prism（シャニソン）があります。
ゲームで描かれてない部分を中心にアニメ化されるので、先にゲームをやっててもネタバレになりません。
シャニマスを初めとするバンダイナムコのゲームは、個人による営利を目的としていないゲームのプレイ映像のインターネット共有が認められています。
また個人以外でもANYCOLOR、カバーなど配信許諾を得ている企業もあります。
検索例）google:site:Youtube.com シャイニーカラーズ Straylight.run()
ゲームを初めましょう。ブラウザ版がおすすめです。［ゲーム開始リンク（音が出ます）］
リセマラとか要らないです。
第5回 Rollup のWASM buildを利用できるようにする
第4回の続き。
エラーの指示通り？に次のコマンドでrollup/wasm-nodeのなるものをインストールしたハズだが状況が変わらない。
npm i @rollup/wasm-node
切り分けのために、使われないハズの「node_modules/rollup」を削除してみる。
rm -r node_modules/rollup/
もう一回、チュートリアルの指示通りにコマンドを打つとエラーの様子が変わった。
npm run dev Error [ERR_MODULE_NOT_FOUND]: Cannot find package 'rollup' imported from ****
つまり、インストールしたrollup/wasm-nodeは無視されてるらしい。なんでだ。
色々しらべてpackage.jsonを弄る必要があると気付く。参考にしたやつ。Thanks silvenon
以下の文言を追加
"overrides": {
"rollup": "npm:@rollup/wasm-node"
}
その後、再度「npm run dev」を実行。エラーの代わり、いくつか処理がされた後「・・・・・Killed」と出る。
もう嫌だ。飽きた。
が、ダメもとでブラウザでアクセスするとLaravel Breezeの画面がブラウザで開けるようになっていた。
第3回でNode.jsのインストールには成功していた。と思う。３時間くらいかかったけど。
ところが、
npm run dev
Error: Your current platform "freebsd" and architecture "x64" combination is not yet supported by the native Rollup build. Please use the WASM build "@rollup/wasm-node" instead.
意味が分からない。Node.jsのインストールに失敗していたのか？何なんだよFreeBSD。お前は何なんだ。
第２回 Larabelチュートリアルを参考にログインするだけのWebアプリケーション(?)を作る
composer create-project laravel/laravel example-app_20240131
続いて、Composerを使用してLaravel Breezeをインストール
composer require laravel/breeze --dev
php artisan breeze:install
いろいろ聞かれる。わからん。とりあえずBlade/Yes/PHPUnitを選択。
すると「・・・・installed successfully.」と表示されたので何かが成功したっぽい。
続いて
php artisan migrate
するとエラー。
Illuminate\Database\QueryException SQLSTATE[HY000] [2002] Connection refused
そもそもデータベースの準備を何もしてなかったので、エラーが出るのは当たり前だった。
サンプル用にデータベースを作成し、それに合わせて.envファイルを修正する。
再度、
php artisan migrate
すると「DONE」と表示。成功したっぽい
チュートリアルに従い、「ウェブブラウザでアプリケーションの/loginか/register URLへアクセス」。
すると、Laravelが出してるっぽいエラー
Illuminate \ Foundation \ ViteManifestNotFoundException PHP 8.1.27 10.43.0 Vite manifest not found at: /******/example-app_20240131/public/build/manifest.json Run npm run dev in your terminal and refresh the page.
npmとやらが「not found」だったので手順を飛ばしたのがやはりダメだった。
さくらインターネットでnpmを使うにはnode.jsをインストールしてnpmをコンパイルする必要がある？
次回があれば「さくらインターネットのスタンダードプランの環境にnpmをインストールする」である。
早くHello Worldとか書きたい。