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[断食9日目](https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240524084725)の続き
1. 男, 体重84.4kg, 身長175.5cm, 今年最高重量95.5kg, 90kg overの期間8ヶ月
2. ヘム鉄サプリを数日前から接種開始、1錠/dayから開始して現在3錠/day
3. アマニ油(日清オイリオグループ)も数日前から摂取開始
4. 爪、ヒゲが伸びるのが驚き。ただし、伸びの速度が遅い
5. 足の指を丸めると、指が攣る事が多かったが、解消した。末梢神経の電解質バランスが正常化している
6. 血圧149/102mHg
7. backupfile rotate script(bash)を書く程度の仕事は出来る
昨日は台風1号の接近にともない一日中雨。散歩に行けず超ストレスだった。今朝は外気温16℃の中、5時50分に散歩に出発した。Tシャツ一枚だがとても気持ちいい。半径3km以内にはまだ、行ったことがない道がまだまだある事に気がついた。
Apple、新iPad Proの動画「Crush!」について「的外れだった」と謝罪
https://news.yahoo.co.jp/articles/92f47998fa9ce53eaffea53c63fffa4c634cbe14
Ad Ageの5月9日付の記事で、Appleのマーケティングコミュニケーション担当副社長のトール・ミューレン氏は「Creativity is in our DNA at Apple, and it’s incredibly important to us to design products that empower creatives all over the world. Our goal is to always celebrate the myriad of ways users express themselves and bring their ideas to life through iPad. We missed the mark with this video, and we’re sorry.（創造性はAppleのDNAに組み込まれており、われわれにとって、世界中のクリエイターに力を与える製品を設計することは非常に重要です。Appleの目標は、ユーザーがiPadを介してアイデアを実現する無数の方法で自己表現するのを称賛することです。だが、この動画は的を外していました。申し訳ありません）」と謝罪した。
ChatGPTでも最初の一文にはお手上げの模様
この文章を英語に翻訳してください 責任転嫁する性別大概にしろよ チンカス政治家の代わりに30年以上停滞させた責任とってハラキリしろ産業廃棄物め ChatGPT "Take responsibility for shifting blame, regardless of gender. Instead of blaming others, take responsibility for the over 30 years of stagnation caused by incompetent politicians and commit hara-kiri, you industrial waste."
あらゆるルートの結論が「親密な１対１の人間関係の中にしか人間の救いはない」と語っているようで気持ちが悪い。
人間は他者と交流することによって社会を形成してはいるが、そこにある救いの形を１対１の恋愛関係に収束されてしまうのはどうも筋が悪いように思う。
こんなことを恋愛シミュレーションゲームに言うのがそもそも筋違いであるのだが、あの頃※１のオタク界におけるエロゲの勢力拡大は凄まじく全てのADVが自動的にエロゲの文脈に落とし込まれていった。
エロゲの文脈とはすなわち「主人公が、女の子と恋愛関係になり※２、その結果として主人公や女の子が抱えていた人生の宿題が解決する」というものだ。
人生におけるありとあらゆる問題は人間関係の結果として解決されるわけだ。
現実が相手ならそんなわけはないと言えるが、生憎あれらはゲームなので、そういう文脈なのだと言われたらもうぐうの音も出ない※３。
俺はCROSS†CHANNEL※４，５ が好きなんだが、あのゲームは泣きゲーに近い所はあるし、人間関係の中に人生の答を見出すが、それは１対１の関係の中に見出すわけじゃない。
アレは、世界と自分の関係について自分の中で答を落とし込んでいく過程として他者との交流、相互理解があるという物語だ※６。
俺だってさ、誰かが本気でお互いのことを考えてくれたら一人では解けない愛のパズルが解けてついでに人生も大体どうにかなるってファンタジーが嫌いなわけじゃないよ。
でもそれがこの世界におけるあらゆる感動的な物語の全てなんじゃないかってぐらいの勢いでそんな話ばかりされるのにはうんざりしてたんだ。
今はもうすっかり業界も下火になったし、力のあるライターが外に出ていったり、ソシャゲを作ってたり、そしてエロシーンを積まない業界でやってたり、トゥルーエンドが一般化したり、そういったことによって「エンディングの形はヒロインと結ばれることだけである※７」という考えは薄れてきているように思う。
そもそも「泣きゲー」というジャンル自体がかなり弱まってきて、人の気持ちを震わせる方法はいい感じのBGMを流しつつ声優に涙声演技させる事だけじゃないし、ガチで感動できるゲームは泣く以外にも笑ったり感心したりさせてくるから「泣き」に特化してるわけでもないなと界隈の空気が変わってきている気がするんだよな。
だからもう俺の「泣きゲー」アレルギーみたいなのも時代遅れになった。
時代遅れになった今だから言えるんだが※８、俺は「泣きゲー」と言われているものが好きじゃなかったよ。
さあ、これが俺のEDだ。
スチルを出してEDテーマを流そう※９。
※１ ２０年ぐらい前のエロゲ全盛期。KANONや月姫の時代。ネットでは皆エロゲをやっていて、未成年はPS２とかでエロゲをやっていた。きっと多くの親御さんが「この子もキモータになるのかしら」と心配していたことだろう。今はスマホで出来るので親にバレなくて安心。
※２ 一部の鬼畜ゲーだと恋愛関係にはならずレイプしたり調教したりする関係になる。が、今回は泣きゲーの話なので省く。が、レイプとかする関係の泣きゲーだってあるにはある。が、今回はその話は省く。
※３ うぐぅに空目したかも知れないが、俺はちゃんと「もうぐうの音も」と書いている。お前の心が歪んでいるからそう見えるんだ。
※４ Google日本語入力が覚えてくれているおかげで「ダガー」で変換する必要がなくなったの楽ちんだね
※５ 山田ロミオの名作エロゲ。全ての発達障害と障害者と自閉症とその他諸々がプレイするべき。ただし精神疾患を持っている人がやると危ないので辞めたほうがいい。
※６ そして物語の最後、それぞれのキャラクター達との間でそれぞれの形での１対１の関係が描かれ、それが受け手に「いろんな形でのつながり、いろんな他者の解釈があっていいのだ」と伝えてくれるわけだ。
ミキミキの解釈と霧の解釈が２つに割れて、それに対してお互いが「自分の内心は譲らない」「相手の内心を無理に変えさせる気はない」という形に自然に落ち着いている所が、救われるんだよな、他人の中にある自分の像にもまた多様性が許されていいっていうただそれだけの話なんだけどさ、現実の世界にいる奴らはいざそういう話になったら「そんなの当たり前だろ？」って顔するくせに実際には「いやいや、同じ情報を与えられてその人から得る印象なんて概ね１つに定まるんじゃないの？」みたいな風に平気で思い込んでたりするんだろうなってのが滲み出まくってるじゃん俺はアレが本当に辛くってさ、救われたんだよな、二人のそんな姿に。
※７ バッドエンドとして一人ものエンドがあるだろってツッコミもあるだろうが、アレはGAME OVERの１つでしかないだろ？
※８ 俺はKYじゃないから、流行り物に水を差したくないってことだ。
※９ バッドエンドじゃないのかって？そうかも知れないな。結局、俺の物語は奇跡が起きなかったんだよ※１０。
奇跡が起きて全員が助かる話
11:14
"Let me be clear though. Wheeler wasn't saying that conscious minds have direct power over reality, as claimed by some of the worst practitioners of quantum woo."
はっきりさせておきたいのは、ウィーラーは、量子陰謀論の最悪な実践者たちの一部が主張するように、意識が現実を直接コントロールする力を持っているとは言っていないということです。
11:53
"He(Wheeler) also once wrote that is was 'Not consciousness, but the distinction between the probe and the probed that was central to the act of observation'"
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。
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
ウィリアム・モリスの講演「芸術の目的」における分業と競争に関する言及(https://www.marxists.org/archive/morris/works/1882/hopes/chapters/chapter4.htm)
Will you, therefore, look upon me as a craftsman who shares certain impulses with many others, which impulses forbid him to question the rules they have forced on him? so looking on me you may afford perhaps to be more indulgent to me if I seem to dogmatise over much.
Yet I cannot claim to represent any one craft. The division of labour, which has played so great a part in furthering competitive commerce, till it has become a machine with powers both reproductive and destructive, which few dare to resist, and none can control or foresee the result of, has pressed specially hard on that part of the field of human culture in which I was born to labour. That field of the arts, whose harvest should be the chief part of human joy, hope, and consolation, has been, I say, dealt hardly with by the division of labour, once the servant, and now the master of competitive commerce, itself once the servant, and now the master of civilisation; nay, so searching has been this tyranny, that it has not passed by my own insignificant corner of labour, but as it has thwarted me in many ways, so chiefly perhaps in this, that it has so stood in the way of my getting the help from others which my art forces me to crave, that I have been compelled to learn many crafts, and belike, according to the proverb, forbidden to master any, so that I fear my lecture will seem to you both to run over too many things and not to go deep enough into any.
19世紀の芸術家であり社会思想家でもあったウィリアム・モリスは、1880年に行った講演「芸術の目的」の中で、分業と競争が芸術に与える悪影響について鋭い指摘を行っている。モリスは自らを「多くの職人と衝動を共有する一人の職人」と位置づけた上で、かつては商業の下僕だった分業が、いまや文明そのものを支配するまでに至り、本来は人類の喜びと希望、慰めの源であるはずの芸術をも困難な状況に陥れていると訴えた。
モリス自身の仕事も例外ではなく、分業の弊害により他者の助けを得ることが難しくなり、多くの技術を学ばざるを得なくなる一方で、どの技術も極められなくなってしまったと吐露している。
この指摘は、現代の音楽制作における問題にも通じるものがあるのではないだろうか。チームの肥大化と制作規模の拡大に伴い、個々のクリエイターの芸術性が発揮しづらくなり、音楽のおもしろさが失われていくのではないか？分業と専門化が進むほど、全体を見渡せる人材が不足し、音楽の芸術性が損なわれるという事態が、いま起こっているのではないか。
https://www.espn.com/mlb/story/_/id/39768770/dodgers-shohei-ohtani-interpreter-fired-theft
Initially, a spokesman for Ohtani told ESPN the slugger had transferred the funds to cover Mizuhara's gambling debt. The spokesman presented Mizuhara to ESPN for a 90-minute interview Tuesday night, during which Mizuhara laid out his account in great detail.
当初大谷の広報はメディアに対して「大谷が水原の借金を肩代わりした」と説明し、水原に90分のインタビューに答えさせて詳細を説明したと
However, as ESPN prepared to publish the story Wednesday, the spokesman disavowed Mizuhara's account and said Ohtani's lawyers would issue a statement.
"In the course of responding to recent media inquiries, we discovered that Shohei has been the victim of a massive theft, and we are turning the matter over to the authorities," read the statement from Berk Brettler LLP.
The spokesman declined to answer any further questions, and the statement did not specify whom they believe perpetrated the alleged theft.
ところが翌日になって水原の説明を否定し、大谷は窃盗の被害者だと弁護士が発表して広報はそれ以上の質問に答えることを拒否した
賭博そのものへの関与はなかったとしても当初発表の通り大谷が借金肩代わりして違法賭博業者に送金してたらそれだけでヤバいよな
ジャップ女さんの誘拐があまりにも酷いので9か国が協力して動く事態に
・オーストラリア政府は日本の国内政治に前例のない介入を開始し、国際的な子供の誘拐を巡り日本に圧力をかけるために9つの外国政府を結集させた。
https://x.com/ErykBagshaw/status/1768117751972000113
The Australian government has launched an unprecedented intervention in Japan’s domestic politics, marshalling nine foreign governments to pressure Tokyo over international child abductions.
