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はてなキーワード: I knowとは
教えてクレメンス
Balance, no bass
You better be afraid
No heart, Not great
You've never been this way
I know you're screaming out my name, Bitch!
Give me ice
Give me a break
Give me all the things so I just can escape
Higher than a mountain, even better than a dream
瞼の奥に閉じ込められた刃物を取り出して
しがらみとなって空気を伸ばして木の根を刈り取って
朽ちることのないQ-vism
愛想をふった寄生獣を
消える 消える 全て 消えた鎖を
獣のような目で見据えた世界には
神も光も何もない
繰り返したぜ Only
見渡せば具現化したドグマが立ちふさがる
涙だってどこかが五月草
背後に見たPeaceをもう一度だけ
Fallin’ ‘Cause my friend
シャキシャキすがる海藻浴に
革新つく理性の愛を
響け 響け 全て 生まれ変われ
汚れた瞼で隠した世界には
嘘も真実も何もない
瞼の奥に閉じ込められた刃物を取り出して
しがらみとなって空気を伸ばして木の根を刈り取って
朽ちることのないQ-vism
Are you lended in?
服も食も娯楽も好きなように買い足しな？
酸いも甘いもひっくるめ今をきっとちゃんと生きてけてる？
Moneys on me every time I can't find out you (oh)
You're the FIRE or ice or sweet sweet dream (ah, wow wow)
Moneys on me every time I can't find out you
You're a mystery to my purses and sweet sweet dream
スマホの明細見て（yeah）家無し見えそう残高
酸いも甘いも味わって今をせめてちゃんと生きてけたい
Moneys on me every time I can't find out you (oh)
You're the FIRE or ice or sweet sweet dream (ah, wow wow)
Moneys on me every time I can't find out you
僕は全方向貧乏人
瞼の奥に閉じ込められた刃物を取り出して
しがらみとなって空気を伸ばして木の根を刈り取って
朽ちることのないQ-vism
愛想をふった寄生獣を
消える 消える 全て 消えた鎖を
獣のような目で見据えた世界には
神も光も何もない
繰り返したぜ Only
見渡せば具現化したドグマが立ちふさがる
涙だってどこかが五月草
背後に見たPeaceをもう一度だけ
Fallin’ ‘Cause my friend
シャキシャキすがる海藻浴に
革新つく理性の愛を
響け 響け 全て 生まれ変われ
汚れた瞼で隠した世界には
嘘も真実も何もない
瞼の奥に閉じ込められた刃物を取り出して
しがらみとなって空気を伸ばして木の根を刈り取って
朽ちることのないQ-vism
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.
I am not a gambler, but I would like to stay with Ippei Mizuhara in a hotel in an entertainment district in the middle of the desert.
He and I would never gamble.
But as he grips the slot lever with his buttocks tightened, I secretly burn with jealousy as I watch the pile of medals that gradually emerge from the seat next to me.
I would shift in my seat and play poker. I try desperately to drive the anxiety from my face, to imagine the joy of victory, but I know it is pointless.
And I will return to my original seat, angry and sad.
Sometimes we will look at each other over the baccarat table. In those moments, we would tell each other our own moves in the blink of an eye, and we would take care that one of us would win.
One day one of us will be penniless and the other will bury him outside the city. Then he will write a little poem to his friend who has traveled, and then he will kill himself, having found no reason to live without a last-minute bargaining chip.
私はギャンブルの依存症ではありません、ですが、水原一平さんと一緒に砂漠の真ん中にある歓楽街のホテルに泊まりたいです。
私と彼は賭け事をすることはないでしょう。
しかし彼が臀部を引き締めながらスロットのレバーを握るとき、次第に出てくるメダルの山を、隣の席で見ていた私は密かに嫉妬の炎を燃やします。
私は席を移って、ポーカーをするでしょう。私は不安感を表情から追い出そうと、必死に勝利の喜びを想像しますが、それが無意味なことを知っています。
最終的に私は勝てないでしょう。
そして私は怒りと切なさを感じながら元の席に戻ります。
時々私たちはバカラのテーブル越しに目配せしあうことがあるでしょう。その瞬間、私たちは自分自身の手の内を、瞬きの回数で教え合い、そしてどちらかが勝てるように配慮していくのです。
ある日、私たちの一人が無一文になり、もう一人が街の外に彼を埋めます。それから彼は旅だった友人にちょっとした詩を書いて、そしてギリギリの駆け引きなしには生きる理由を見出せずに自殺するでしょう。
めちゃくちゃ長文なのでお時間あれば😖🙇♀️
実は、、
初めから先はない出会いだと分かっていたのでこちらでも何もお話してなかったんですが、どうしても自分の中で大きくなりすぎて諦め切れず辛いのでお話しさせてください🥲
3週間前にわんこを連れてお出かけしてた時、ちょっとケータイを確認するのに道の端っこで立ち止まっていたらたまたま近くにいた外国人男性3人組の中の1人がめちゃくちゃにタイプで、チラッと一目見た瞬間に正直一目惚れでした😅
でもまさか私から話しかけたりする勇気はないので心の中で私に話しかけてくれたりしないかな🫣なんて思っていたら、わんこ可愛いねと話しかけてきてくれて、内心ドッキドキでした🥹❤️🔥
彼はfrom Okinawa と言ったのですぐにmilitary?と聞くとそうでした。それからInstagramを交換し、この辺で美味しいお店知らない？など少し話してHave fun~なんて言って別れたんですが、その後はもうその人の事が忘れられなくてずっと上の空でした😅
DM送ろうかなどうしようかななんて考えてたら、しばらくして向こうからDMがきてもしよかったらデートしたいと🥹🥹❤️🔥
沖縄のミリタリーだと聞いていたし、どうせその日きりだと分かっていましたが、後悔もしたくないし会わずにいられなくてその日の夜にデートしました！
落ち着いたバーで美味しいお酒とおしゃべりしてただけですが、びっくりするほど心地よくて時間が一瞬で過ぎ…😮💨元彼には一切感じられなかった相性の良さを感じました🥺
結果的に言うとやっぱりお互いに離れたくなくて一晩一緒に過ごしました。（賛否両論あるのはわかっています😞）
それで、覚えていてくださる方がいらっしゃるか分かりませんが、以前前の彼と付き合う前にもミリタリーの彼と知り合って何度か会った事があったので、今回の彼と話している時に私がポロッとミリタリーについて普通なら知らないようなことを言ってしまい（別に悪いことではないです）、なんでそれ知ってるの？😮と言う流れから、前にもミリの男性に会った事があると話ました。同じ🇺🇸ミリタリーとはいえ軍種も一つではないし、基地もいくつもあるし知り合いな訳ないだろうと、私もまぁいいかと思って聞かれることに答えてるとまさかの所属軍種も同じで基地も同じ、彼らは元同僚でした😭😵💫
その後若干気まずい空気になりかけながらもなんて偶然なんだろうねなんて笑いながらも済んだんですが、
あとあと聞くとその事が彼の中でストッパーになってしまったようで…😔
その日一晩一緒に過ごして別れた後、何度かやりとりはあったもののその日のうちに割とあっさり終わってしまいました。
でも私は彼の事と彼と過ごした時間を忘れられなくて、その日から毎日来ない連絡を待ったり彼の写真を穴が開くほど見返したり、完全に恋の病状態で、、😖
でもお互いに一度きりだと暗黙の了解だったはずだし、もう会えないと分かっていてもやっぱりもう一度彼に会えることを願ってこの3週間過ごしてました😓
その間は一度彼から日本語で書かれた書類についてこれってどういうこと？のような内容でメッセージがきてやり取りしましたが、それ以外はたまにお互いのストーリーズにリアクションし合ったりして、それ以上は特に話すこともなくと言う感じで。（私は話したかったけど彼はもう私に興味ないと思って鬱陶しがられたくなかったので深追いしませんでした）
それで昨晩久しぶりにちゃんとメッセージでやりとりしたんですが、きっかけは私がもうすぐ紅葉シーズンだけど今年も見に来るの？と聞きました🍁（会った時に、私の地域の紅葉がとても綺麗でまた来たいと言っていて今年はまだわからないと言ってたので）
そしたら、I know but probably no,I go back to the US soonと
それでずっと思っていたけど言えなかったI wanted to see you again,I can’t forget about youと伝えました。
そしたら彼もI liked out conversations から始まりあの日のデートで感じた事は私だけじゃなかったんだと思えるようなことを言ってくれました。
そして、もし私が◯◯（彼の元同僚）と会っていなければ、もっと自分たちの関係を進めようとしたと思う。と
もっと早くに出会っていればもっと◯◯（私の地域）に会いに行っていただろうとかも言ってくれて、嬉しかったです。
でもそれはもう何もできない今なんとでも言えるし、元同僚のことについてはただの言い訳かな？とも思います。
半分は嬉しい言葉達を信じたい気持ちと、半分はうまいこと言ってるってゆう気持ちだったんですが😅
でもやっぱり久しぶりに顔を見て話せて幸せすぎた気持ちと、やっぱり彼と話していると心地よくて…
今日はとても胸が苦しいです😭
先がない彼のことは諦めて次に進むのが1番いい道だとはわかってるのですが、彼の言葉を信じて諦め切れない自分がいるのも事実で、、
完璧に可能性がないとなれば諦め切れますが、まだ押してみる価値があるのかな？なんて思ってたりもします…
皆さんがこの状況なら、ダメなところまで押してみますか…？（たとえば毎日連絡したり、やっぱりどうしても諦め切れないまた会いたいと伝え続ける等）🙇♀️
そうですね！やかましいですね！ところでウクライナ音楽とロシア音楽をかけ合わせたらどうなるでしょうか？とっても平和の響きがするでしょう！あなたの手持ちのイスラエルも混ぜてみましょうよよよよよよよよよよよよよよよ
<div class="conversation"><h4>Close your head</h4><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Close your eyes…」「Close your head…</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Close your eyes... Close your head...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>say, what you saw. you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I saw... darkness. My mind's eye is a void, devoid of sight.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>i can light you. </div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Light me then.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div><*click*> i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I see a dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, and a faint, eerie glow permeates the space.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Shadow of what?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The shadows seem to take form, twisting and contorting into strange, indistinct shapes. It's as if they are the embodiment of forgotten fears and hidden desires.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Do you have any idea who is showing it?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I have no idea. The source of these shadows remains hidden, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>OK, let's leave the mysterious and scary shadow behind. What else can you see in this room?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: In this dimly lit room, I can make out a cluttered assortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lying open on a dusty table, its pages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rug covers a portion of the floor, and a cracked mirror hangs on one wall, reflecting distorted images. The air carries a musty scent, and I sense an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You pick book and check it</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I reach out and pick up the old book. Its pages feel brittle and fragile in my hands. As I flip through the pages, the text appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams. It's a tome of secrets, but its meaning remains elusive.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>see book cover</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I examine the cover of the book, trying to discern any details despite the dim light. The cover is worn and weathered, and it bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent, its scales formed from shimmering, iridescent colors. Above the serpent, there's a title in elegant script, but it's written in a language I can't decipher. The book exudes an aura of mystique and ancient knowledge.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Is there a place to go? What about the door?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I turn my attention to the room's exit, the door. It stands tall and imposing, made of heavy, dark wood. There's a tarnished doorknob, and the door appears to be slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of what lies beyond. It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps even more mysteries.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>try to open</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaks open, revealing a corridor shrouded in shadows. The faint glow from the room behind me barely penetrates the darkness ahead. I step cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets that lie beyond.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I proceed forward down the shadowy corridor, my footsteps echoing faintly in the dimness. The path ahead seems endless, and the air grows cooler as I delve deeper into the unknown, guided only by the flickering light behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward and look around</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Continuing down the corridor, I take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces that once held flames have long since burned out, leaving only empty brackets. The air feels heavy with history, and there's a faint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves, as if they hold secrets untold.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>keep going until you discover something</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I press on, the corridor seemingly endless. My journey is shrouded in uncertainty, but I persist, driven by the need to discover what lies ahead. The shadows deepen, and the air grows colder as I continue, my curiosity and determination unwavering.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>stop! you here that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I halt in my tracks, straining my ears to listen. There's a faint, distant sound, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. It's indistinct, but it holds a mysterious allure, beckoning me to investigate further.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>listen carefully</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I listen intently, my senses sharpened as I focus on the elusive sound. It becomes clearer, a haunting melody that seems to weave through the very air itself. It's both captivating and eerie, drawing me closer to its source with each haunting note.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>who play that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The source of the haunting melody remains elusive, hidden in the shadows. It's as if the music emanates from the very walls, an ethereal presence that defies explanation. There is no visible musician, yet the music continues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Head to the source of the sound and investigate (dice roll)</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the roll of the dice and embark on a quest to trace the source of the haunting melody. Each step takes me closer to the enchanting sound, and as I round a corner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from which the music seems to emanate. My heart races with anticipation as I push the door open, eager to unveil the secrets that lie within.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>When you open the door, there...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: When I open the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the room, an ornate grand piano commands attention. The keys move on their own, playing the haunting melody that had drawn me here. But there's no one at the piano.The room is adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that dances across the walls. The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a mix of ancient incense and delicate flowers.At the far end of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows stands beside an enormous, antique bookshelf filled with tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presence is enigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look piano</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the grand piano, its keys still playing the haunting melody. As I inspect it, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys. It's as if the piano itself is possessed by some unseen force, creating the music with an ethereal touch.The piano is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious gemstones. Its keys are made of polished ivory, and they move in perfect harmony with the haunting tune. It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Be careful, it might be a man-eating piano.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the caution and approach the grand piano with caution. Although it plays on its own, I remain wary of its mysterious nature. The possibility of a man-eating piano lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of tension to the already surreal scene.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>the piano suddenly stops</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The abrupt halt of the piano's music sends a shiver down my spine. The chamber falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering candlelight. It's as if the very essence of the room holds its breath, waiting for what comes next.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You feel disgusted and turn around. What happened?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: As I turn around, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My senses reel in disgust at the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked in shadows has now revealed itself, and it is a grotesque, nightmarish entity. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of human and beast, with grotesque, elongated limbs and a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.The once opulent chamber has transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned in macabre art and gruesome trophies. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair. I am trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of this abomination.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>it scary. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Fear courses through me as I confront this nightmarish entity and its gruesome lair. In this realm of horrors, I must make a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, my curiosity and determination outweighing my fear, as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets that lie within this twisted nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>how?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With trembling resolve, I take a step forward, slowly approaching the grotesque entity. I attempt to communicate with it, asking it what it wants or why it has brought me here. My voice quivers, but my determination to unravel the enigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>any result?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent, glowing eyes, its jagged maw twitching with an unsettling smile. It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled with whispers and hisses. It becomes apparent that communication with this entity is futile, and its intentions remain shrouded in darkness.As I continue to stand before this nightmarish being, I feel a growing sense of dread, realizing that escape may be the only option left.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>surely. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With no hope of communication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growing more oppressive, I decide to make a hasty retreat. I turn and rush toward the door through which I entered, driven by the instinct to escape the horrors of this surreal nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Did it go well? Or Bad?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: My escape from the nightmarish realm was fraught with tension and fear, but I managed to reach the door and slam it shut behind me. The grotesque entity and its horrifying lair were left behind, at least for the moment. Whether it went well or bad is a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal place still haunt my thoughts. The experience was a chilling reminder of the unknown and the horrors that can lurk within it.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look around. what you see?</div></pre><pre class=" Permalink | 記事への反応(2) | 16:06
まあパトロンなしでやらないと増長する団員はどうしても出てくるよね
小澤征爾もボイコットしたことのある団体だし、後方環境はあまり良くないと思うよ
https://president.jp/articles/-/32167
若者たちが車座になって彼を囲み、彼がおもしろおかしく語るさまざまなエピソードを聞いていました。そのときパッと、バーンスタインと私の目が合った。そして「君はどこから来た？ 名前は？ 何をしている？」と尋ねられました。ドキドキしながら、ナオト・オオトモと答えると、フィンランド人かと聞かれました。なにか、オットーモのような、フィンランド風の響きに聞こえたのかもしれません。そこで、自分は日本から来た、今はN響の指揮研究員をしていると答えたところ、バーンスタインはこう言ったのです。
「Oh, I know that orchestra. Horrible orchestra！（ああ、そのオーケストラは知っているよ。ひどいオーケストラだ！）」
「このオーケストラのことは、セイジから聞いて私は知っているんだ。たとえば指揮者がフルート奏者にイントネーションが少し違うと伝えたくても、気軽に指摘することは許されない。だからこのように言わないといけないそうだよ。”あの……演奏者さま。申し訳ないのですが、あなたの演奏はイントネーションがちょっと高いようなので、できればもう少し下げて演奏してみてもらえないでしょうか？”」
バーンスタインを囲んでいる受講生たちは、その話を聞いて皆大笑いです。
putting others down is what people who cant bring themselves up do
他人をこき下ろすのは自分を高めることができない人がやることだ (bring someone up = uplift oneself = improve one's situation)
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ですから、
He improved the design of the car.
この場合、「その車のデザイン」を以前のものから今のものへ「改良」した、という意味です。
自動詞の場合は、on 以下のものを元にして（元にして、が on の意味です）
「よりよいものを作る（これが自動詞improveの意味）」という意味です。
ですから、
この場合、the design(その設計）を元にして、よりよい「設計」を作った、ということなのです。
https://detail.chiebukuro.yahoo.co.jp/qa/question_detail/q1322371783
https://ell.stackexchange.com/questions/52305/improve-vs-improve-on-upon
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Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, 「絶望の谷で苦しみにふけるのはやめましょう」
let us not ～ は let’s not ～ と同じ
wallow は「転げまわる、もがく」という意味ですが、ここでは「（快楽などに）ふける、浸る」という意味で使われています。
例：wallow in luxury「ぜいたくにふける」、wallow in one’s sadness「悲しみにふける」
https://www.eigonou.net/backnumber/05278/
e.g.
Matt has stepped away from public life マットはもう人前に出ることを止めたんだから
Let us hold not too fast to his name 彼の名前にあまりしがみつかないようにしよう
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immersion only losers couldn't tell you the difference between と思う and と思っている to save their lives
イマージョンだけやってる負け犬たちは「と思う」と「と思っている」の区別をどうやっても教えられない
・I can't wake up to save my life. : どうしても起きられない。
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i am at the bottom of the mountain 先はまだまだ長い (= i've got a long way to go)
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im very active w keeping my pronouns available 私は積極的に自分の性別の代名詞を公開してる (consistently and proactively making known or sharing their preferred pronouns)
bc ik it can feel awkward to ask sometimes だってわざわざ尋ねるのは気まずいじゃん
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You don't wanna get on my bad side.... 俺の機嫌を損ねないほうがいいぜ・・・
buddy....
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Go finger your prostate to chill out or smth 前立腺でも弄って落ち着けよ
Look I'm on a stim crash and on edge dw bout it 精神刺激薬の離脱症状が出ててしかも寸止め中だから大丈夫
be on a stimulant crash = ADHDやアデロールなどの薬の離脱症状 (= I'm having withdrawals from drugs.)
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・Your father will be back on his feet in no time. : あなたのお父様はすぐに回復されますよ。
《be ～》〔状況などが〕良くなる、立ち直る
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（人）の機嫌を取る、（人）に取り入る、（人）にゴマをする、（人）を褒めそやす、（人）にお世辞を言う、（人）にこびへつらう
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・That's a lot [bunch] of hooey, and you know it! : 実にばかげた話です。自分でも分かってるだろ。（＝ホラ話＝ bullshit）
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it's awkward but it gets the point across
（自分の書く文章は）ぎこちないけど意味は通じる (awkward = clunky = clumsy = scuffed)
why do you think it's awkward?
なんでぎこちないと思うの？
because I haven't output enough to think of a natural way to output my ideas. Instead I force out something that gets the idea across even if it turns out awkward
自然にアウトプットすることができるほどちゃんとアウトプットしてないからね
because 99% of my Japanese practice is from writing assignments for class (haven't hung out with many Japanese people), so even if I try to speak casually, formal stuff appears
日本語の練習のうち９９パーセントは授業で出される作文の宿題だから
カジュアルに話そうとしてもフォーマルな言葉遣いが出てしまうんだ
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this server is a lot more hateful than I remember it being
このサーバー、私が知っている頃と比べてすごく邪険な雰囲気になってる
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I can understand being insecure over one's language skills but I think you should own that you're insecure instead of trying to act like you're above others
Address what's causing you to feel insecure and work on that
日本語力に不安を持つのはわかるけど、他人にマウントを取るんじゃなくてその不安さを認めるべきだよ
own 〔罪などを〕自分がやったと認める
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Speaking as someone who has never interacted with you before and didn't even recognise you, you came off as a massive dickhead in the way you talked, and that's gonna rub people the wrong way. Especially if there's annoyance built before that. But at the end of the day man, it doesn't matter much
あなたと喋ったこともないしだれだか知らないけど、あなたの喋り方はすごい嫌なやつに聞こえるし、それだと周りを苛つかせるだけだよ
I mean you just rubbed some people the wrong way but they didn't express that and decided to unload it all on you at the same time x10 when they saw the opportunity
みんなあんたに苛ついてたけど、黙ってたんだよ
で、ちょうどいいタイミングが来たから一斉にその不満を１０倍にして吐き出したってわけ
it was really irresponsible and wrong of me
yeah I know that was fucked up of me
それはすごい無責任だし間違った行いだった
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（悪口を言いまくってる人を見て）おいおいお前それはよくねえぜ
it's basically just a way of saying "you did something bad."
https://hinative.com/questions/21934776
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I think most of it was just pent up aggression towards him over the weeks that everyone found an opportunity to unload at that moment
今回の件は、彼に対するイラつきがここ数週間の間に溜まっていて、あの瞬間にみんながそれを吐き出すチャンスを見つけたっていうのが大きいんじゃないかな
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Idk why you're making it seem like i had a fit over him
なんで「私が彼に対して腹を立てていた」みたいな風な言い方をしてるのかわからないんだけど
腹を立てる、カッとなる、カンカンに怒る、ひどく興奮する、非常に興奮する、だだをこねる、ショックを受ける、発作を起こす、卒倒する、おたおたする◆【同】throw a fit
・I was having [throwing] a huge fit. : 私は無性に腹を立てていた。
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You just jumped on the Jack hate train for no reason
I don't understand the audacity to come here every single day while you disrespect me to your friends
お友達と一緒に私のことを侮辱してるくせに毎日ここに来れる厚かましさは理解できないわ
and you also hop on the gender thing
i use she
but yeah
they had that effect on me and I took that as a way out of responsibility
でもまああれも俺が間違いだった
あいつらに影響されていたし、その影響を言い訳にして（性別ネタに乗っかっていたのは事実だった）
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she didn't even think to give me the benefit of the doubt or anything and just straight up pilied on to me when i had no way to defend myself of the misinfo against me
彼女は（話が真実かどうか確かめる）猶予を与えることもせずに、いきなり私を非難してきた
pile on to someone: (of a group of people) to attack or criticize someone
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何をぺちゃくちゃいってんの
prattle
〔幼児が〕片言でしゃべる、〔大人が〕ベラベラとつまらないおしゃべりをする
・He was prattling on for hours about boring subjects. : 彼は退屈な話題について、何時間もしゃべり続けた。
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And oh yea you can go on a tirade in that server talking about how i need mental health help, suck at jp, and feel threatened by the very presence of John
その鯖で私は精神科にかかるべきとかジョンに劣等感を抱いてるとか、延々と話してればいいじゃん
tirade
長広舌、長い演説
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i played it when it came out and had the worst experience of my life
if you pick a μ's character you're in for the worst character interactions you have ever seen
μ'sのキャラを選んだら今まで経験した中で最悪の会話が待ってるよ
in for 《be ～》〔困難などに〕直面しそうだ、〔事態などを〕きっと経験するだろう
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this pc has served me well for 8+ years
im pushing 5 years on my lenovo legion
私のレノボはそろそろ５年に近づいてる
i built that pc with my dad and god damnit do I love it
あのPCは父と一緒に組んだんだけどめちゃくちゃ大好きだ
そのうちアップグレードもする予定
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Pray the gay away = 神に祈りを捧げてゲイからノンケにしてもらうこと
https://hinative.com/questions/18100264
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I wouldn't recommend going off blood thinners cold turkey and my heart rates really fucking high right now, 1:30 3145, and I'm nervous about this.
抗凝血剤を急にやめるのはおすすめしない
go cold turkey 〔悪習・薬物などを〕急に［きっぱり］やめる［断ち切る］
go off a drug 薬を（飲むのを）やめる
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there's no way these like agencies are gonna be looking at all this money you're raking in on Onlyfans being like "what do you mean we don't get any of it?"
AVの事務所がOnlyfansで荒稼ぎした金を見たら「当然それをくれるんだよな？」って言うに決まってる
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/w8emCFPLGlw
rake in 荒稼ぎする
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whether or not the bit that it's famous for will soon wear off a novelty however is difficult to determine
パルワールドを有名たらしめている要素がすぐに陳腐化してしまうのかどうかは（今のところ）断定しがたい
bit = 要素 = element
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my boss has been grilling me for slacking
grilling 厳しい尋問◆可算
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she flaked on our plans for Christmas together and invited him to hang out with her during the end of the year
私とのクリスマスの約束をすっぽかし、（B男さんと）年末に遊ぶ誘いをしていたり、
flake
〔薄片が〕はがれ落ちる
〈米俗〉約束をすっぽかす
他動
～から薄片を剥がす［削る］
〔～を〕薄片で覆う
there were a lot of things that i couldn't fit in here but i've only ever wrote things that i've had clear evidence of
この文章ではとても収まらないほどのことがありましたが、手元に明確な証拠があるものだけを書きました。
i don't think i've clarified quite enough but this being something that i've kept in my heart for so long i'm so glad i'm able to talk to you all about it now
十分にお話できたとは思っていませんが、ずっと心のうちに秘めていたことを、こうしてお話することができたのはよかったと思っています。
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWJDwmrTL5o
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steer clear of
～を避ける、～を遠ざける、～に関わらない
・You should steer clear of that restaurant or you may get food poisoning. : そのレストランはやめた方がいい、さもないと食中毒になるかもよ。
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Shiina having a laughing fit really brightens up my day. Thank you Okayun~
「面白い」ということを表すのに使われる「ツボる」という表現。 英語で表すと、一番意味が近いのはおそらく”have a laughing fit”でしょう。
https://nativecamp.net/blog/20200723_laugh
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Does 買いものにでも行っているのかもしれません mean “Maybe she even went shopping” ? What does でも contribute here
Does demo add the “or something” to the sentencr
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seemやappear, feel, look, soundなどにthatを付ける場合、主語はitでなければならない
✗He seems that ...
Feel, look, and sound are very occasionally found with a content clause too: It looks to me that a vendetta has struck up. Content clauses differ from as if phrases in that they are restricted to the impersonal construction: compare Ed seemed as if /∗that he was trying to hide his true identity. (Camgel p.962)
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ポイント２：直接法は時制の一致を受けるが、仮定法は時制の一致を受けない
直説法（knows）：He looks as if he knows the answer. (he knows the answer)
仮定法（knew）：He looks as if he knew the answer. (he gives the impression that he knows the answer, but he (probably) doesn't know or we don't know whether he knows or not)
主節が現在形の場合は区別がつくが、主節を過去時制にすると、直接法では時制の一致によってknows→knewと一つ過去に移るのに対して、仮定法は時制の一致を受けないのでknewのまま変わらない。その結果、どちらも同じ時制になってしまう。そのため、仮定法か直接法かは文脈判断。（仮定法の時制を過去にずらす（knew→had known）と、大過去として見なされ、主節より一つ前の出来事を表すことになる）
He looked as if he knew the answer.
直説法：He seems as if he hasn't slept for days. (he hasn't slept for days)
仮定法：He seems as if he hadn't slept for days. (it seems that he hasn't slept for days, but he (probably) has or we don't know whether he has or not)
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He seemed as if he hadn't slept for days.
https://www.grammaring.com/as-if-as-though
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He doesn't do listening immersion he only knows English from reading and it shows.
But there's a few quirks that tip me off でもノンネイティブだとわかってしまうような癖がたまに出てくる
There's a calm before the storm
I know, it's been comin' for some time
I know, shinin' down like water
誰かが昔教えてくれた
嵐の前には風が止むって
そう、しばらく前からそんなだった
それから嵐が過ぎると
晴れた日に雨が降るらしい
そう、光が水が降り注ぐように
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
晴れた日に降る雨を
Yesterday, and days before
I know, been that way for all my time
Through the circle, fast and slow
I know, it can't stop, I wonder
昨日もその前の日も
日射しは冷たくて雨はひどい
そう、俺の人生はずっとそんな風だ
慌てたりもたついたり
ぐるぐるとそれが続く限り
そう、でも止められやしない、たぶん
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
晴れた日に降る雨を
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
晴れた日に降る雨を
In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.
I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.
I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.
However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.
I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.
Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.
In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.
Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.
I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.
I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.
My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.
There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.
My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.
My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.
A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.
I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.
I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.
Now I think I understand a little.
Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.
Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.
It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.
In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.
My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.
I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.
Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.
The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.
Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell anyone about it.
Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.
But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.
I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.
I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
すまん。勝手に翻訳した。拡散はどうするかな。redditとかに投稿するのがいいのか?
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I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.
Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him anymore.
I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.
Now I think I can understand a little.
The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell anyone about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.
原文
Japan review it's been a year since I
moved to Japan and I thought it made
sense to finally rate Japan I will talk
about things I like and the things I
don't like which seems to be the only
two options available if you have
so sugoi or did you know Japan is
actually really bad it's got a lot of
survival issues okay I will list one
good thing and bad thing and I will not
hold back there's no trash bins
I have to put in my pocket
oh
there's always these generic things that
you hear or yes when we you visit it's
kind of weird but then you realize it's
not a big deal anyway let's start off
with number one reason I like Japan
it feels like a giant playground no I
don't mean in the Logan Paul kind of
sense of doing whatever the hell you
want
but rather there's a infinite things all
right lazy feels like to explore and
experience and I've been here a year now
and I don't think I'm gonna get bored
anytime soon although I am having a
child so I don't know how much more I
but it really feels like a whole new
world and if you visited you can
probably relate to it and I'm glad that
even a year in it still feels incredibly
fresh and I even would say that you
realize that the best part of Japan
aren't the touristy places kind of
obviously but there are so many areas
that I found that I really enjoy
visiting and this is probably more
specific to me but you know Tokyo is
very busy and so many times I just catch
myself surrounded by what feels like
hundreds of people and they have no idea
everyone is just doing their own thing
now once it was staring at me no one's
following me no one's being weird you
guys are weird and I'm just kidding I
just love the feeling of being able to
exist in public and uh not worrying
about what everyone else is doing like
I've said this before but I genuinely
enjoy talking to fans or when people
approach me it always makes me happy but
it can be kind of frustrating to always
wanting to just do your own thing and
always be
you know so yeah let's move on to the
bad things of Japan number one reason
Japan is bad it's kind of a heavy
subject and I haven't seen anyone else
really talk about it it's not brought up
very often at least and that is cones
there's too many cones in Japan once you
see it you cannot unsee it they're
everywhere they say oh Japan has so many
vending machines there's like five per
there's more cones than people why are
there so many cones I need to know we
got the tall ones we got the small ones
we got the funny ones the cute ones the
sexy ones I do like those I just don't
understand that whoever plays these
cones think I'm just gonna barge through
oh thank God there's cones here
otherwise I had no idea what I was gonna
and I realized the cone history of Japan
stretches centuries okay if you played
Animal Crossing sometimes it's a
Japanese game so sometimes you get these
items right you're like oh that's kind
of weird I don't know exactly what that
is but it's probably something Japanese
and then you get the bamboo thing and
you're like what the hell is that what
am I even gonna do with that and then
you see it in real life here in Japan
you're like holy [ __ ] it's a cone that's
I feel like they are following me
I'm glad I was able to talk about this
I'm for one and willing to call out
Japan knock it off man no more cones
there's enough cones let me tell you
something even better than cones you may
have noticed new merch finally it's been
forever my mom came over she had
unofficial merge because I literally
have no other merch I've hadn't hadn't
merch I'm sorry Mom so we spruced up the
logo got a cool back design the team
that worked on it really truly
understand how my brand and I think they
did such a good job these pieces look
amazing and I think you guys are gonna
really like them as well these are
available for limited time only so make
sure you order now so excited to finally
have this merch available thanks to
amaze for making this happen we are
gonna have one piece that will stay on
the store so my mom will not buy the
wrong merch but for a limited time that
piece will be available in this color
off-white kind of color it looks really
nice and then after that you can still
get it but not in this color that's
you want this one yeah I get it
so yeah check that out if you're
interested I'm so happy about these
designs and I hope you guys would like
them as well all right reason number two
I like Japan yay when we first announced
that we were gonna move to Japan there
was so many people just saying how bad
Japan is actually did you know Japan is
really bad did you know this I have to
list all these reasons now because
everyone is like thing and then thing
Japan ah so I have to tell them and I
it's actually but one thing in
particular that people said was that old
people really don't like foreigners they
hate them so when I was gonna stop by to
say hi to our neighbors who was a little
older at least some of them I was
terrifying I heard all these stories you
know like what are they gonna do to us
so I had my guard up ready for the worst
and I was met with nothing but kindness
and welcoming and I felt like a total
dick for having this preconceived ideas
and just a side comment like yes there
are definitely probably people that
don't like foreigners and all that stuff
but I realized I should let my own
experience is dictate how I feel about
certain things maybe that's just
ignoring a problem I don't know it just
feels like it's a bad way to approach
life if you always have a negative
expectation you know it's smiling people
smiled back
thank you sometimes they don't and
that's okay you know anyway my point
being Japanese people are very in my own
experience
are very nice and friendly the majority
at least and yes even to foreigners I
feel like they are especially nice to
foreigners because they think we're like
a kid lost at Disneyland or something
I just asked for directions I didn't
need you to walk me for half an hour to
this specific place I was going but
thank you I appreciate it a lot of times
I go bouldering alone and there's always
other groups of people being supportive
and yelling like I'm about there like go
you can do it I love it I think it's
great you know or if you're small
talking with people people generally
want to communicate with you and I love
having those moments but of course
there's times where people are like oh
you're a foreigner I don't feel like
even trying
which again it's fine speaking of which
reason I don't like Japan number two
their language
I have lived here for a year and I'm not
fluent in Japanese
I am dumb I am very dumb I remember the
moment we moved here I had studied some
Let's test out this knowledge that I
have acquired let's go I'm just gonna
come in it's gonna be dangerous and you
enter a store for the first time and
they're like
what
what oh
what the classic the most common
experiences that you have aren't
necessarily what you're taught in the
textbook yay I know I think that's the
same for anyone learning a language for
the first time but don't even get me
started on the kanji main what the [ __ ]
is this I feel like Japanese is such a
hard language obviously but I don't
think people realize how hard it is at
least me personally because the more you
learn the more you realize you don't
know [ __ ]
for English speakers Japanese is
considered one of the most difficult
languages and because it's just so
different I listed it as bad because
that was my first kind of experience
with it coming here but the more I
interact with people the more it feels
like I'm unlocking new skills you know
oh I made a phone call for the first
time oh I could ask someone over the
phone I know big deal but it's like oh I
can actually do that or even just having
a small tiny yes shittiest conversation
with a stranger it's still something and
it feels good you start to all of a
sudden understand you know a movie if
you're watching oh I understand actually
what's going on here or I can play games
and kind of get what this they're saying
I have to look up words obviously but to
me all those new experiences that it
unlocks to me is very rewarding even
though it's such a challenge I would
actually now say it's a good thing I
played it on its head it was a good
thing all along but I obviously have a
and it just I don't think it will damage
time reason number three I like Japan
this is nothing to do with Japan to say
it's more related to me taking a more
relaxed approach to YouTube for my
entire 20s I did nothing but YouTube
that was my life and that's okay but I
also think it was a little toxic
probably you know if I wasn't making
videos I sure as hell was thinking about
making videos I uploaded videos during
and it feels really good to finally be
free from it you know and I can discover
other things in life there are other
things in life
a new hobbies and interest that I've
always wanted to do I can do and have so
much fun with it surfing I know I would
love for the longest time and I finally
get to do it and it's so [ __ ] amazing
I love learning new things anything that
isn't necessarily connected to all of
this on the internet and that is
something I'm very very grateful that I
discovered so yeah it's not really Japan
I could have done that anywhere but it's
largely why I enjoyed so much here
reason I don't like Japan number three
this is probably the most trickiest one
and it's the rules what are the rules
Japan has so many rules and it's a bit
conflicting for me to complain about
because a lot of the best stuff about
Japan not the best stuff but a lot of
the reasons why Japan works so well is
because of the rules you know the trains
are always on time things just work in
general it's hard to explain the streets
are clean people aren't loud in public
and so on and these are sort of societal
rules that make it happen more or less
but sometimes There are rules that just
don't make any sense and I have no
problem following rules as long as I
understand the reason for it you know
don't talk on the phone on the train
because it's generally annoying when
other people do that to you A lot of it
is just be thoughtful of other people
it's not just about you and that just
makes it more pleasant for everyone but
one rule is especially which I talked
about before is the fact that because of
kovid I'm not allowed to be in the
delivery room for our baby for more than
two hours that's because of covered
rules it just doesn't make sense to me
and I tell people about this like uh
family and friends and they're always
like well why don't you just ask them or
like why don't you talk to them I'm sure
you can there's got to be somewhere and
it's like no it's Japan okay there are
rules and people follow the rules for
better or worse you know so the more I
『エブリシング・エブリウェア・オール・アット・ワンス』を観た。
セカイ系ハジケバトルだな、と思った。他の運命を辿った自分たちの皺寄せを食らってるってくだりでは、まどマギでもそんな感じの運命が収束してどうのみたいな話があったのを思い出した。
冒頭の前置きは鬱屈とした生活を見せるのに必要なんだろうけど、ちょっと冗長に感じた。
国税庁でのシークエンスはマトリックスのオフィスのそれみたいな緊張感があって良かった。敵の現れ方もなんかエージェントスミスみたいだし。
ペーパーカットは痛みがリアルに分かりすぎてついつい目を背けてしまった。
ブッ飛んだ事を色々試す辺りはおちゃらけに徹してる感があって面白かった。この辺もマトリックスの"I know kung-fu."を思い出した。意識しているんだろうか。この擦られた陳腐な例えはあんまり使いたくないけど、ボーボボのハジケバトルそのものだった。
別世界の自分を呼び出すのはジョジョのD4Cみたいでもあってちょっとかっこよかった。あり得たかもしれない運命を呼び出す、というアクションのトリガーがヘンな事をする、すなわち日常から一歩踏み出すというものになっているのはなんか良かった。
手がソーセージになった世界線のくだりでの2001年〜のシーンはちょっと笑った。ディルドは長すぎでは。
Part.2以降ではおちゃらけから少し離れてシリアス色が強くなった。暗黒ベーグルがどうのの話辺りはほぼ置いてけぼりだったが、「結局意味なんてないんだから、全部終わりにしちゃえばいい」みたいな台詞から、ニヒリズムや実存主義の話が好きなのでそういう文脈で捉えておいた。
冒頭で出たトロフィー？は何かプラグっぽいなとは思ってたけど、最悪の形で伏線回収がされた。局部のモザイクとかもあったが、結構話がシリアスになっていたので反応に困った。
落とし所としては愛による解決という事で、無碍にしていた旦那の「おふざけ」の目玉シールを貼っ付けて、くだらなさを優しさに転じさせたって感じだろうか。愛だねえって思った。
生命が誕生しなかった世界線の辺りからはほぼ理解していなかったが、娘と腹を割って話し合ってハッピーエンドになりセカイ系だあ……と思った。
MY Genus is "服が臭いせいで風呂に入っているかさえも疑われているOTAKU”
Nice smell to YOU
I known "洗濯機の汚れをクリーナーで落とすだけでは駄目でせめて３年おきに分解クリーニングが必要” Yesterday
おせーよ！
俺はもう３５なんだよ！
その間ずっと「洗濯機クリーナーまで使っている俺が臭いはずないだろ？たまに洗濯機から変な臭いが稀にするのは上の階に住んでいる中国人が油をじゃんじゃん排水溝に流すせいでなんか偶然油的な臭いが時折逆流しているせいだよ」と思っていた。
でも違うんだな！
２１ぐらいの時に俺はもう「カビまみれの洗濯機で服を洗ってカビまみれの服を着て暮らす臭いオタク」だったんだな！
はよ教えろ！
１４年間だぞ！
実際は就職して少ししてから「うーん。忙しいから乾燥機能付きのにしちゃお♡」で買い替えてるけど、結局それも３年で死ぬなら１１年間だ！
１１年間！
俺はずっと陰で「あのオタクくさいよね。きっとカードショップとか入り浸っているんだよ」と言われていたのか？？？？
ふざけるな↑↑！！！
俺がやったことあるのはシャドバが１年、MTGAが２年、ハースト３年、LOR２年、遊戯王が２作品合計で３年！
クソが！！！！
お前らが２０年前に「知ってるか？洗濯機って重曹でガーーーッッッッするとピロピロワカメがとれて服の臭いが改善するんだぜ？」とかドヤ顔で言うからそれで満足しちまったジャネー可！！！！！
実際にはそんなの３年もやったら水が貼れない所がカビまみれになるから洗濯機から硫黄臭がするんだよ！！！
もう誤魔化さねえ……あの臭いは……あの硫黄臭は……洗濯機の臭いだ……俺は……温泉卵みてーな臭いがする洗濯機で服を洗っていたバカヤローだよ……俺なんかよりもカーチャンに服の選択全部任せているこどおじﾘｱﾙｼｬｶﾊﾟﾁﾃﾞﾌﾞの方がまだずっと綺麗な服着てたんだ…………俺の人生なんだったんだよ………
洗濯機自体の分解クリーニングを３年に一度はと業者は言っていたが……俺の経験から言うと５年ぐらいからマジで硫黄の臭がヤバかったが逆を言えば４年ぐらいまではギリ伸ばせる……２万ぐらいするしな……。
４年置きだ！
４年に一度、オリンピックの周期で洗濯機の分解清掃を白！！！！
クッソ安い洗濯機使ってるなら４年周期で買い換えちまえ！！！！！！
今なら言える……ｶｯ(-_★) お前らオタクは洗濯機をクリーニングしてねーから服が臭ーーーーんだよ！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！
わたしはtiktokやらyoutubeショートのようなコンテンツの食い潰しなんて大嫌いです
それは無意味にスクロールしてほとんど記憶に残らず無駄に時間消費してしまうのです
その時間でもっとなにか勉強に経験に、とは言わないがすごく虚無な時間が気がする
ふとした休日にやってしまい、「無駄にした」「疲れた」と感じ、感情を消費してしまう
何度かこの経験をしてからはTiktokなどは見ないようにしていた
しかし、半年前から広告代理店で働くようになり、Webマーケティングの部門配属でTiktokなどは無視できないようになってしまった。
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Co2LftQuwk_/?igshid=MDJmNzVkMjY=
英語だったので書き起こしてみました。
”I have figured out how to do the impossible.
You see, the human brain contains 86 billion neurons, each of which transmit thoughts, feelings and emotions to one another at about 286 miles per hour.
ご存知の通り 人間の脳には860億の神経細胞があり それぞれの神経細胞が思考、感情、感覚を時速約286マイルで互いに伝達し合っています。
10 years ago, this was far from a reality.
But now I can know anything I want to talk to anyone I want, laugh, cry, ponder, stimulate cringe, all in an instant.
しかし、今や私は、知りたいことを何でも知り、話したい人と話し、笑い、泣き、考え、刺激し、ゾッとすることを、すべて瞬時に行うことができます。
And, honestly, it feels horrible.
正直言って、恐ろしいことだと感じている。
Maybe we weren't meant to sidestep physiology and force ourselves to switch emotions at rapid speed, one after the other constantly at every single second of every moment of every day.
もしかしたら、私たちは生理現象を横取りして、毎日毎秒毎瞬間、常に次から次へと感情を高速で切り替えることを強要される運命にないのかもしれない。
Maybe that's why this is impossible.
And I know it's bad for me, all of the constant switching the interconnectedness everything about it.
そして、それが私にとって悪いことであることは分かっています。絶え間なく切り替わること、相互関連性、そのすべてについて。
But the worst part is, I have no idea how to stop it.
Do you?”
どうですか？あなたは？
怖いのはこれもコンテンツの一つということ
