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2024-07-05

労働党党首スターマー氏『トランス女性には「女性トイレ」を使用する権利がない』

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/politics/2024/07/01/labour-frontbencher-refuses-to-answer-trans-toilet-question/

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。

2024-06-21

anond:20240621113947

アメリカにはなぜ、中規模の集合住宅ほとんどなく、郊外の一軒家と高層マンションの両極になったのか

という「ミッシング・ミドル」を解説したスレッド面白かったよ


面白い。「なぜアメリカには高層ビル一戸建てしかないのか?」というスレッド

かつてはアメリカにも中層住宅があり、人々は都市に集まって暮らしていたが、

高速道路を建てるため軒並み破壊され、都市コミュニティ道路と引き換えに郊外移住

https://x.com/masa_0083/status/1803550811236249830


Why do American cities feel less "alive" than their European counterparts?

It's because of something called the "missing middle".

A century ago, American cities looked completely different... (thread)

https://x.com/Culture_Crit/status/1803462916902985825

2024-06-20

anond:20240620174907

結論🐜きなんだよな

  

フツーに考えてちょうだいよ🥺

賃金階層はこうではなく→こうだし→

 

高卒日本マジョリティですよ

 

日本の最終学歴学歴の人数と正規雇用割合

表章項目 0_総数 11_(卒業者)小学校 12_(卒業者)中学校 ⭐️13_(卒業者)高校・旧中⭐️ 14_(卒業者)短大高専 15_(卒業者)大学 16_(卒業者)大学
就業者 57,673,630 40,540 3,890,760 ⭐️ 22,752,520⭐️10,185,420 15,384,510 1,820,950

 

それぞれの学歴カテゴリーにおける就業者数の単純な割合

  小学校卒業者(11_小学校): 約 0.070%

  中学校卒業者(12_中学校): 約 6.745%

⭐️高校・旧中卒業者(13_高校・旧中): 約 39.448%⭐️

  短大高専卒業者(14_短大高専): 約 17.665%

  大学卒業者(15_大学): 約 26.667%

  大学卒業者(16_大学院): 約 3.156%

https://www.e-stat.go.jp/stat-search/files?stat_infid=000032266827

 

 

正社員の最終学歴をみると、⭐️「高校・旧中学」の労働者割合が42.2%と最も多く、⭐️

次いで「大学大学院」が31.8%、「高専短大」が13.4%、「専修学校専門課程)」が7.6%、「中学・旧小学」が2.4%となっている。

https://www.mhlw.go.jp/toukei/itiran/roudou/koyou/keitai/03/kekka5.html

高卒正規労働者だけでなく、主婦パート自営業者高卒が多い

 

あと、フツーに大企業学歴不問で募集掛けてます

大企業ほど、現業IT営業などの中途採用で、学歴不問(規定があってもせいぜい高卒)で直雇用で入れる部門がある

IBMエグゼクティブ チェアである Ginni Rometty は、2016 年に「ニュー カラー仕事」という用語を作り出しました

 

IBM はまた、多くの職位から教育要件を取り除くことで、新しいカラー ジョブの波を推進しました。ロメティとチームが最初学位よりもスキルを優先したときIBM職務の 95% で 4 年制の学位必要でした。会社手紙によると、2021 年の時点で、必要とするのは半数未満です。

 

米国国勢調査局によると、25 歳以上の人の 40% 未満が学士号を持っていません。これは、就労資格のある人の過半数 (62%) が、1 つの学位要件だけでジョブプールから除外されることを意味します。

 

企業は、大学学位必要としない役割仕事規律、および責任があることをようやく理解しています」と Herrera 氏は言います。「彼らは、才能ある人を惹きつけたり採用したりすることに関して、自分たちの思い通りになっていないことに気付きました。」

 

「彼らは、履歴書学位しかないエントリーレベル個人採用するのではなく、実績のある仕事ボランティア、およびスキル経験を持つ候補者ターゲットにしています。」

 

2016年にニューカラー雇用モデル採用して以来、Rometty氏はフォーチュンに、IBM学士号を取得していない従業員は、学士号を取得している従業員や高度な博士号を取得している従業員と同じくらい成功していると語った. スキルを持った学位を持たない人材採用しても、企業ビジネスに悪影響を与えることはありません。雇用にかかる時間節約し、多様な労働力を育成するための資産となる可能性があります

 

New Collar Jobs: Why Companies Are Prioritizing Skills Over School

https://www.theforage.com/blog/basics/new-collar-jobs

 

 

オーバークオリフィケーション(overqualification)という概念とブルシット・ジョブという概念

日本オーバークオリフィケーションの割合31%、OECD加盟国の中でオーバークオリフィケーションの割合もっとも高い国

 

現代社会において多くの仕事無意味であり、社会にとって価値を生み出していないという人類学であるデヴィッド・グレーバー氏の主張も有

ブルシット・ジョブの特徴と分類

グレーバー氏は、以下の特徴を持つ仕事が「ブルシット・ジョブであるとしています

 

 

 

○ 具体的な例
  1. 取り巻き: 上司経営者などの権威を誇示するために存在する仕事
  2. 脅し屋: 雇用主の利益のために、他人脅迫したり欺いたりする仕事
  3. 尻拭い: 本来発生すべきではない問題を処理・修正する仕事
  4. 書類穴埋め: 実際には何も成果を生み出していないことを示すために作成される書類作成などの仕事
  5. タスクマスター: 必要のない仕事を次々と作り出し、部下に割り当てる仕事

 

オンライン学部(特にCSMBAは早急に)は増えた方がいいし、税の公平さ考えたら、国公立オンライン限定でもいいので完全無償化するべきだろって思うが、
下記をみてこちらを案内しました。だいたいのことはネットで学べるんですわ、求めてるのが学位による職の補償(新卒チケット)でないならね

現代って産業の高度化がかなり進んでるから正直、高卒程度の知識じゃ全く足りないんだよね(anond:20240501105551)

 

★ 関連増田ITの利点はネット環境コンピュータがあれば容易に学べること

https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240415093918#

 

★ Data Engineer vs Data Scientist: Similarities and Differences

https://www.stratascratch.com/blog/data-engineer-vs-data-scientist-similarities-and-differences/

2024-06-17

コロンブスへの海外の反応

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、そこまで燃えはいない。

海外では無名から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』を担当した日本音楽バンドMrs. GREEN APPLEは、自分たち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。

バンド歴史上の人物たちが「楽しいホームパーティー」をしている様子を描くことが意図だったと謝罪した。

Jpop band Mrs. Green Apple’s latest MVColumbushas 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

日本人への差別行為へのネタにも利用されているらしい。

日本人のバンド人種差別的なことをしているのを見たので、広島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

2024-06-15

音声入力 テストしてるんだけど "I would like " is difficult to be dictated for me why not you try

2024-06-13

anond:20240613160909

Why Apple is not paying OpenAI any cash for putting ChatGPT で答え出てくるで

というかもう日本語記事出てそう

2024-06-11

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 eatindeed, 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.

(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

2024-06-05

anond:20240605081353

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.

anond:20240605080009

I know, but absolute anonymity only enables brain damaged behaviors, there has to be a reason why pseudonymous social media had *completely* replaced anonymous ones in this country; this style is harmful to all, even to those brain damaged. It's like feeding all-I-can-eat Gianism hubbies with their daughter's snack vault. Just letting these bad behaviors naturally filtered out and excluded could make this place way, like way better.

anond:20240605074420

Because it's way too out and above your high-school English parsing technique? Why should *I* help stop your fantasy rip itself apart? That makes little sense if it does at all.

2024-06-04

目覚めたい人にオススメの本

- 原著:'Factfulness: Ten Reasons We're Wrong About the World - and Why Things Are Better Than You Think', 2018, [amazon]

著者がWHO国境なき医師団所属してた医師疫学統計に詳しく、データビジュライゼーションの創始者と言っていい。人類がどう生き残ったかわかりやす解説されている。ただ、著者は2017年に亡くなっており、今後新型コロナなどのデータ込の改定が見込めないのが惜しい。

2024-06-03

精神障害テーマにしたゲームが好き。

[追々記]

思ったより反応をもらえて驚いています

はてな記法がよくわからないので、間違えていたらすいません。

(少しだけ、一部の表現修正しました)


id:unfallen_castle タイトルを出すこと自体ネタバレになってしま問題

ああ、確かにそれはありますよね。大変失礼しました。

id:atlas_estrela 適応障害休職が決まったかゲームってまかり通るんだ。社会保険料は働く人たちが負担してるんだよな。そんなことも言ったらまずいような空気っておかしいと思う。そりゃ精神障害になる人が増えるわけだわ

ストレスから遠ざかったら少しずつやりたいことが浮かぶようになってきたので、自分に近い体験やそれを乗り越える話を遊びたくなったんだよね。

自分自身でもこんな風に具合が悪くなると思わなかった。自分も、元気なときには療養中の人フリーライドしているような気分になっていたかもしれない。

私があなた不快な思いをさせてしまったら、申し訳ない。こんな体験はできればしない方がいいです。こんなにつらいとは思わなかった。

どうか心と身体にはお気をつけください。

id:molmolmine ゲーム作ってる側なので適応障害になってる時にそんな鬱ゲーして大丈夫か?という気持ちになる。お大事にね。

ありがとう優しい言葉が身にしみます頭木弘樹さんが『絶望読書』で書いていたんだけど、弱っているときこそ、苦しい話に癒やされることってあるように感じているのです。

ゲームづくり、応援しています。いつもゲームには本当に助けてもらっています。心から感謝していますありがとうございます

id:zheyang こういったゲームがどれだけ実際の精神疾患に即しているのか、精神疾患を「びっくり箱」「お化け屋敷」のように扱っているだけではないのか、疑問。

かにエクスプロイテーションな部分もある作品もあるとも感じます。けれど、同じくらい真摯につくっているもののいっぱいあると感じています。よかったら id:otoronoki精神病患者からみる「Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice」の表現https://jp.ign.com/hellblade/17457/feature/hellblade-senuas-sacrifice とご紹介いただいた、こちらのリンクもご覧ください。


たくさんの作品を紹介してもらえて嬉しかったです。

みなさん、ありがとう

以下、ご紹介してもらったものの一部も書き出しました。

serial experiments lain」 「星空ぷらねっと」 「アリス イン ナイトメア」 「天使のいない12月」 「マイチャイルドレーベンボルン」 「さよならをおしえて」 「車輪の国、向日葵の少女」 「Iris and the Giant」 

「ヒラヒラヒヒル] 「What Happened」 「CHAOS;HEAD」 「CHAOS;CHILD」 「White Door(Rusty Lake)」 「Tell me why」 「カルティストシミュレーター」 「Dreamscaper」 「SWAN SONG」 「シュレディンガーの手(街?)」 「Shady Part of Me」 「精神病罹患したぬいぐるみたちを治療するドイツゲーム https://www.parapluesch.de/whiskystore/test.htm 」……

とはいえ、今は調子がいい感じなのですが、少し調子に乗るとすぐに身動きがとれなくなるので、身体と心の調子をみながら、いろいろ調べてみます

調子の良さと悪さの波を乗りこなすのが大変なのですね。

みなさんも、どうかご安全に!




追記

ブコメでもらったゲームとか、思い出したものなどについても追記してみる。

Needy Girl Overdose

現代デジタル社会インターネット文化に関連するテーマを扱ったビジュアルノベル風のゲーム

ソーシャルメディアメンタルヘルスに焦点を当てている。実況とかで面白おかしく取り上げられたりもしてたけど、にゃるらさんが書いた「承認欲求女子図鑑」を読むと、また違った角度からゲーム解像度が深まる。好き。

OMORI

MOTHER彷彿させる雰囲気で、世界と夢の世界を探索し、さまざまな心理的テーマや謎を解き明かしていくRPG戦闘は少しだるかったけど、遊んでよかった。ファングッズを買うくらい好き。

DDLC

“DDLC”は「Doki Doki Literature Club」の略称普通ビジュアルノベルっぽいけど……楽しかったけど、今回のニーズとは確かにちょっと違うかなー。

カリギュラ

異世界から脱出を試みる学園生たちのストーリーを描いた日本RPGゲームテーマ現実理想の間の葛藤や、社会的な問題に対する反抗などのよう。フリューRPGは何回か手を出して、いまいち楽しめなかったものの多かったので未プレイでした。俄然興味がでました。

CROSS†CHANNEL

FlyingShine制作アダルトゲーム群青学院放送部を舞台とした学園モノ。劇中で同じ時間を何度も繰り返す「ループもの」に該当するよう。(アダルトゲームには疎いのであまり知らないものが多いんだと思いました。全年齢版もあるのですね)

プレイでした。

そういえば昔、沙耶の唄は遊びました。高次脳機能障害認知機能障害?がテーマの一つに感じられて楽しかった。アダルトゲームは確かに病いに関連する作品も多そう。

上に天井がある。

ストレスを抱えた少女が、天井探検しようとする短編心理アドベンチャー



追記終わり]




精神障害テーマにしたゲームが好き。ただ、適応障害とかバーンアウトテーマにしたゲームが思いつかない。

ナイト イン ザ ウッズは未プレイから気になってる。

実は今月から適応障害休職が決まった。自分体験に近いゲームがしたい。そんなゲームがしたい。

以下は、知っていたり、触ったりしてきたゲーム

Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice

主人公センアが幻覚幻聴に苦しむ過程を通じて、統合失調症に関連する体験描写。有名。

The Town of Light

1930年代から40年代イタリア精神病院を舞台に、主人公自身過去を探る過程精神疾患に関するテーマが描かれる。

Night in the Woods

大学中退し、故郷に戻った若者メイが自身うつ病不安と向き合う過程を描いています物語の中で、彼女精神的な苦悩が深く描かれています。気になっているけど、未プレイ

Celeste

主人公のマデリンが山を登る物語を通じて、うつ病不安といった精神的な障壁を乗り越える過程が描かれますゲーム難易度テーマが巧妙にリンクして、大好き。

Milk inside a bag of milk inside a bag of milk

不安統合失調症に苦しむ少女牛乳を買いに行く。

Neverending Nightmares

開発者自身うつ病強迫性障害経験に基づいた、ホラゲ。

4PM

主人公アルコール依存症を抱えながら過ごす一日を描いたインタラクティブ短編短編だけど、結構印象に残った。

うつ病の部屋

うつ病を患う主人公の話。マウスが重くなる演出が好き。ゲームゲームを喩えるのもアレだけど、フローレンス的なゲーム

Papo & Yo

アルコール依存症とその影響をテーマにし、子供視点から家族の困難な状況を描いている。アルコール依存症の影響とそれに対する親子の葛藤をどう克服するかについてを描いている。好き。

2024-05-31

なぜか返事がにゃい、愛しのあの娘

感覚的には痺れるくらいに来てる

ホワイトデー渡した後も頗る対応が良い。

嬉しそう。

ラブレターもすんなり受け取ってくれたが、

返事がにゃい。

Why

その後、ハートビリビリは来てる。来てた。

どないしたらええのん

2024-05-29

まだWeb3とか言ってる奴w

おいお前ら、分散WebことWeb3。まだそんな夢見てる奴、まさかいねーよなぁ?

ビットコインマイナーが偏ってる!!イーサの分散性は云々。…正直そういう〇〇は分散してない系の批判は飽きたよ。てか分散性なんてもう誰も気にしてないしな。だからもっと簡単な欠陥を指摘させてもらうぜ。

ブロックチェーン技術で何か人のためになっているサービスある?これよ、これ。

よく聞くのはウクライナへの募金に!とかブロックチェーンゲーム途上国の人が仕事を得てる!とか。アルゼンチンで使われてる!とか。

スケール小さくね?

それにな。まずアルゼンチンで使われてるのはUSDTだろ?アメリカ様々じゃねえか。打倒ドルの野望はどうしたんだよ!いいか、初心を忘れてる奴は危機感持った方がいいぜ。は?ライトニングがある?あんなの使えねぇよ。Liquidity Managementとかめんどいし、口座作ったらデフォで受け取りできねーとか素人お断り仕様の数々。開発者質問したら、それは慣れだね(ドヤって返されたぞ。ふざけんな。それに一番人気の、カストディでやってるライトニングなんてPayPayと変わんねぇからな。UIガバガバ企業様々、やーい、お前のウォレットファッションライトニング〜。

途上国仕事を生み出すブロックチェーンゲームなんて話も、インプレッションゾンビ生計立ててる途上国の人がいるからXは役に立っている!くらい論点ズレてんだよ。ブロックチェーンゲーム自体ゲームとして楽しいか?楽しくねぇーよ。それが全てだろ。ゲーマー馬鹿にすんな。

なになに?DeFi既存金融取引額を超えた?そりゃお前、トレード制限のないブロックチェーン上の取引高と、真面目な金融市場の取引高を比べてもしょうがないんだよ。エアドロ目的のポイ活やらウォッシュトレード複垢自己売買とか全部なくなったら、ブロックチェーンは利用価値あんのか?正々堂々闘ってない奴が勝者を名乗る資格はねぇんだわ。それにハッキングされまくって北朝鮮お金しまくって、誰が責任取るんだ?9.11ガバガバ金融が遠因だったな。

要するにだ。ブロックチェーンは、非現実的たかーい理想とえらーい思想を盾に不便や犯罪を是とする連中のオモチャなんだよ。イノベーションでもなんでもない。それをDisruptive とか言ってカッコつけんのはダセーって気づけよ。

いかWeb3ヤー。お前らがやってるのは、フェミニストポリコレと一緒。中央集権的な政府企業から解放するとか、言ってることは分かるけど、その実は身内が儲けることしか考えてないヤツ。国家ガーとか、大企業ガーとか言いながら、国際協力と適正競争の賜物である航空機に乗って世界ぴょんぴょんして、まるで共産主義者ハンバーガー食ってるみたいだぞ。恥ずかしくねぇのか?悔しかったらビットコインで空でも飛んでみろよ。まさかbitFlyerって格安航空なんか?コインチェックインしてzaif機内食カレー食ってヘルジャパンバイバイナンス。…できねえよな?あ、でも北朝鮮仮想通貨ミサイル飛ばしてるか。おーい、Web3ヤー!スマートコントラクトJアラートを鳴らせるってデジタル庁にプレゼンしに行こうぜ!

いかWhy Blockchain?って言われまくってる理由を教えてやるよ。ブロックチェーンビジネスに取り入れようとして上手くいかないのはな、ブロックスペースに収まる程度のデータやGasLimit内で完結する弱々アルゴリズムで役に立つものが作れるほど、世界が単純じゃねーからだよ。

かにブロックチェーンシンプルだよ。だけどシンプルな仕組みの上で動く「系」は周期がとんでもなく短くなるんだ。考えてみろよ。ここ数年、ブロックチェーン界隈で起こってることはずっと同じことの繰り返しだろ?新しいプロダクトに人を集めては、「分散Webなので責任者がいません!」と嘘ついてポンジスキーム走らせて、その仕組みから儲ける手段をいち早く見つけた早期botter が儲かって、運営は頃合い見て資金を回収してバイバイよ。で、その資金が別の新しいプロダクトに投資されて人が集まり………。無限ループって怖くね?これ以外のパターン見た?2x2x2のルービックキューブみたいにすぐに6面揃って崩しての繰り返しよ。てか最近人類、6面揃えるの早くなってない?今回なんて半減期来る前にバブルきちゃったけど?ミームコイン寿命どんどん短くなってるけど?ブロックチェーンゲームもIEOもすぐにdumpされてない?あっという間に仕組みがハックされる。つまりblockchain is solvedなんだよ。

結局、秩序なきビジネス環境で、リバタリアン的な資本主義をやったら、資本で叩いたもん勝ちのババ抜き大会しかならなかった。しかゼロサムゲームでした。チャンチャン。それが実験の答えじゃねえのか?悔しかったらブロックチェーン上の資本主義で、Open AIみたいなGAFAを焦らせる企業を育ててみろよ。ん?DAO?どしたん、最近元気ないけど話聞こか?…NFT?そういえば居たなそんな奴。こんど墓参りがてらマリモに水やっとくよ。

ビットコインだけは大丈夫そうだと思ってたけど、Ordinalsとか、スマートコントラクト入れよう!とかセカンドレイヤーが云々って声が出てきたから流石に疑問だよな。リステーキングとかわざわざ入れんなよ。法律変えるためのロロイストも、ソースコード変えるためのWeb3ヤーも、金の亡者のやることはどこでも一緒だな。なになにお前らBitcoin シーズン2っていうの?続編は失敗するって常識を知らない世間知らずに、デジタルゴールド革命なんかできやしねぇよ。

ビットコインイーサリアムも、ETF認められて良かったね。セイラーとゲンスラーと手を繋いでみんな仲良くオールタイムハイ!最高!最高!最高!ウォール街オモチャになるって最高!!!

みんなはいビットコインWeb3の夢から覚めるのか。まだ間に合うけど、寝坊すんじゃねーぞ養分ども。脳汁ブシャーお漏らしして目が覚めたらイッペー状態なんてことになってても、ショーヘイは助けてくんねーぞ?やつはもうクリプトアフロで懲り懲りなんだ。男ならな、ちまちまトレードしてショボイ億り人なんか目指さないで、ショーヘイを見習って素振りでもしてればいいんだよ。誰か一緒に1000億の男目指そうぜ?

2024-05-26

anond:20240526164958

Imagine getting a reply like "Why is that? Could it be because of a visual impairment, or is there another explanation?"

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この文は、「どうしてなの? あなた、目が見えないの? それとも何か(別の理由があるの)?」という意味です。

この表現は、ややカジュアル軽蔑的なニュアンスがあるため、相手侮辱したり、不快な思いをさせたりする可能性があります。より丁寧で中立的表現としては、"Why is that? Do you have difficulty seeing, or is there another reason?" などが考えられます

この文の自然英語表現としては、"How come?" という部分は、"Why?" や "Why is that?" と言い換えることができます。また、"or something?" という部分は、より明確にするために "or another reason?" などと表現することもできます

修正後の文は、以下のようになります

"Why? Are you blind or something else?"

または:

"Why is that? Could it be because of a visual impairment, or is there another explanation?"

これらの表現では、より中立的で敬意のあるトーンを保ちながら、同じ疑問を表現することができます

2024-05-22

長い長いシリーズの大切な回で、初期のセリフ引用するの泣いちゃう

有名どころだと、

MCUのエンドゲーム最後傲慢不遜男のトニーが自分の命を犠牲指パッチンするとき

I am Iron Man.

(私がアイアンマンだ)]

って言うやつ。

これってMCU1作目アイアンマンラストセリフと全く同じなんだよね。

I am Iron Man.で始まって、I am Iron Man.で最後の戦いが終わる。

泣いちゃうよね。

 

他にはワイスシリーズで、ダブル主演の一人ポール・ウォーカーがなくなってしまったスカイミッションの最後

ポールに対して、もう一人の主役のヴィンが

I used to say I lived my life a quarter mile at a time.

And I think that's why we were brothers. Because you did, too.

フルスピードで走るのが俺の人生だった。だから、お前と俺は兄弟だった。お前も同じだったから。)

モノローグで語り掛けるシーンがあるんだけど、

これもワイルドスピード1作目でヴィンがポールに対して自分人生を語るときに言った

I live my life a quarter mile at a time. Nothing else matters:

not the mortgage, not the store, not my team and all their bullshit. For those ten seconds or less, I’m free.

(ゼロヨンだけに生きる人生。先のことは考えず、借金も店もチームも気にしない。10秒足らずの時間だけ、オレは自由だ。)

このセリフ引用している。

最初は利用し合う敵対関係で始まった二人が理解を深め、兄弟だと思うようになって別れていく。

このへんは日本語吹き替えだけ見てるとわかんないんだけど、作品愛にあふれたいいセリフだなって思う。

 

こういう長編作品最初の方の大事セリフを、後々引用して〆るの泣いちゃうよね。

2024-05-06

SUKEBAN polis

My face has been stolen by a mask, and I am seventeen years old. Even my birth certificate is folded up.

I don’t know why I became a pawn of the police.

However, even I have not forgotten the preciousness of love.

I am the second generation delinquent detective, Saki Asamiya.

Those villains who forget love and take advantage of people’s weaknesses, I will never forgive you!

Dinosaur T-Rex Game

Description

Every web user has at least once encountered loss of internet connection. This happens for a variety of reasons, such as a dysfunction in the cellular network or a broken internet cable. However, regardless of the reason, every Google Chrome user sees the Dino game (when there is no internet) instead of a plain blank error page. This game can be played without an internet connection.

Play game: Dinosaur T-Rex Game

Despite the fact that the game is just a plain runner that’s built into the Google Chrome browser, the developers behind it still deserve a round of applause. The peculiar monochrome graphics and the simplicity make the game even better, and it has gained a lot of worldwide fans since its launch.

The main character of the game is a classic dinosaur, a Tyrannosaurus rex, the species we usually see in movies and books about dinosaurs. It’s a carnivorous type of dinosaur from the Cretaceous. In the game it runs through the desert, encountering pterodactyls and cactuses that need to be avoided by jumping or ducking. As the distance the dinosaur has traveled increases, so does its speed, which is why it’s quite difficult for an inexperienced player to get a high score, even though the game itself seems easy.

Surely, all of you are curious about the development of the Chrome Dinosaur Game Online, so let’s take a little trip back in time.

History Google Dinosaur Game

The development of the T-Rex game dates back to September 2014, however, the final improvements were completed only in December of that same year. The adjustments supported earlier versions of the Android operating system.

Sebastien Gabriel, one of the designers of the game, says that the T-rex was chosen as a funny reference to "prehistoric times", when highspeed internet wasn’t so widely spread.

The T-rex was also not an accidental choice. The offline Chrome Dino game (without internet) was also called "Project Bolan", referring to the popular singer Mark Bolan from the 70s band "T-Rex". While creating the game the programmers also thought about making Dino growl or kick. Eventually these features were rejected in order to keep the game simple and "prehistoric".

How to open the T-Rex Chrome Dino Game?

In order to open the game you can simply type chrome://dino/ in the address bar. The game will open even if you’re connected to the internet, so there’s no need to disconnect.

The majority of internet users have Chrome as their default browser. However, if you’re using a different one, our website can help. Here you can play the T-Rex Dinosaur Game using any browser and any device, like a desktop computer or even your cell phone.

2024-05-01

[] It doesn't work...why?

ソースコードに間違いが見つからないのに想定される出力をしない。あるいはソースコード修正を加えていないのにいきなり想定出力を返すようになった。」

こういう経験がある人はいるはずだ。なぜこれが起こるのか。一つの原因を見つけた。

それは環境変数設定ファイル存在する。デプロイ時には設定ファイル特定の値に修正してから、ということがあるだろう。

開発環境コーディングする人が、デプロイ時の設定ファイルには関与せず、デプロイ担当者がそれを把握している。

開発者セキュリティ上の理由デプロイ時の設定ファイルの内容を見ることができない。

この場合設定ファイルの内容が間違っていても、開発者が原因が正しく特定できないケースがあるのである

対処方法は以下である。まず事前にやっているであろう対処は以下である

事前にやっていない可能性がある対処は以下である

 

追記:

他に遭遇したケースは、環境アップグレードによってphp特定関数廃止したというケースだ。

インフラ要員がアップグレードを行うので開発者は原因がわからなくなる。

2024-04-26

日本人英語を学ぶべき理由の一つは、米国文学などにキザな文章結構あることかな

建前論は日本では青いだのお花畑だのとダサイ扱いかもしれないが、アメリカではけっこう尊重されてる感じある(表面的には)

あなた父親母親がこうした懸念事項を見過ごしてきたからといって、あなたが見過ごし続けるべき理由にはなりません

Because your fathers and mothers have been neglectful of these considerations, is no reason why you should continue in ignorance.

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