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RISING SUN ROCK FESTIVAL 2024inEZO 2日目その②
長めにやる事も想定して帰りの準備を全て整えてからレッドへ移動。前の方で観る元気はないので後ろの方で椅子に座って待機。中野さんの弾き語りでドロップからスタート。中野さんの歌うドロップ、とっても美しかったな…。最初からブチ上げるセットリストも良いけど、何だかこの順番と言うか出番が一番で正解なのでは?と思わせる程、曲を大切に歌ってるのが伝わってきて本当に素晴らしいスタートだった。その後キュウちゃんと達也さんのツインドラムでドラムセッション。こう言う機会でもなければ聴けないので貴重だよなぁ…と思いつつやっぱり耳が達也さんのドラムを追いかけてしまう笑
その後は久土さんを加えてTHE STALNの365。すごい迫力…!!ツインドラム最高…!!次に+イマイさん(達也さん曰く問題児笑)でteddy boy。こうやって聴くと何か不思議な感じだなぁ…。この辺りでチバさんってもう居ないんだなぁ…としんみりした気持ちになる。お別れ会も行ったけどずっと実感ないまま過ぎてて、でもこの日チバさんの曲を違う人が歌ってるの聴いて、もうチバさんの歌を生で聴く事はない事を突き付けられた感じがした。
一旦キュウちゃんが捌けてReiちゃんとハルキさんと達也さんでシャンデリヤ。プロボの時は少しテンポ落としてた気がしたけどここではオリジナルのテンポだった…と思う。しかしあのギターを弾きながら歌うのは至難の技過ぎる…。達也さんが「最近ミッシェルをよく聴いてるけど今更ミッシェル聴いてる元ブランキーって…笑」っての笑ってしまった。その後「かかってこいやー!!」って言っててお客さんの頭に「???」が浮かんでるのが見えた笑 達也さんはこれが通常運転です笑
Reiちゃんとハルキさんが捌けてLOSALIOSの面々か出てくる。TOKIEさんの時、一際歓声多くて分かるー!!ってなった笑 いつも美しい〜!!LOSALIOSでhit man。個人的にLOSALIOSの曲が聴けるのめちゃくちゃ嬉しかったしカッコ良かったけど、このWEEKEND LOVERSの企画をどう言う風に捉えてたかで反応変わってきてたと思う。これをチバさん追憶としてがっちり企画として期待してた人は何でLOSALIOS??と思ったと思うし後半のMANNISH BOYSとか意味わかんないって思ったかな?と感じた。個人的にはチバさん追憶込みのWEEKEND LOVERSと言うチバさん+達也さんの企画ってイメージで楽しみにしてたから普通に楽しかったんだよなぁ…。こればっかりは思い入れもあるかなとも思うし。ちょっと話題ズレちゃったけどLOSALIOSカッコ良かった〜!!周りはほぼ座ってるor寝てるだったけど1人だけめちゃくちゃ楽しんでいた笑
次はYONCEとイマイさんを呼び込んで1000のタンバリン。イマイさんのギター正直苦手なんだけどオリジナル聴けてる感じは良かった。YONCEはチバさんへのリスペクトめちゃくちゃ感じたな〜。本当に大好きなんだろうなぁと言うのがビシビシ伝わってきたし、曲に声がめちゃくちゃ合ってた。と言うかやっぱYONCEって本当にカリスマ性がすごいな…。あんな黄土色のだら~んとした無地ロンTなのに異様にカッコイイと言う…笑
YONCEが捌けてLOSALIOSでもう一曲。IQ69。この曲のTOKIEさんのベース本当カッコ良かった…!!LOSALIOSの曲もっと聴きたかったけどそれは少数派の意見だったっぽい…。でも私はこのライジングの地でやるWEEKEND LOVERSでLOSALIOSの曲が聴けた事が嬉しかったし最高に楽しかった。
バースデーの3人を呼び込んでLOSALIOS+the BirthdayでCISCO。CISCO始まった瞬間、寝てたり座ってた人がワラワラ立ち上がるの面白かった笑 キュウちゃんのCISCO生ドラムが聴けて嬉しい。ここで斜に構えて盛り上がらないのは損なのでバチバチ盛り上がりました(7月のリベンジも込めて)
LOSALIOSのメンツが捌けてバースデーでI SAW RIGHT。やっぱチバさん不在を感じさせられるな…と聴きながら複雑な気持ちになる…。
バースデー+BOSSさんでハレルヤ。個人的にこの曲すごく好きだった。アレンジ、めちゃくちゃカッコ良くて聴き入ってしまった。この日披露された曲の中でも上位に入る良さだった。
バースデー+YONCEでプレスファクトリー。YONCEは本当にチバさん愛に溢れてるなぁ…と言う歌声とスタンス。皆で歌ってみたいな事言ってたけど後ろの方は皆力尽きててほぼ歌ってなくて一人で歌う勇気なかった…笑
バースデー+中野ミホさん+イマイさんでOH!BABY DON'T CRY 。この辺り眠すぎて座ってた上に記憶ない…。多分ほぼ寝てた…。すみません…。
ハリーさんでBaby It's you。ハリーさん登場ですごい声援上がってた。流石…。しかし眠くて(ry
次の曲がバースデーとスライダーズのLet's go down the street。この辺りで重い腰を上げて立ち上がって観る。こんな機会多分もうないし…。めちゃくちゃカッコ良かったけどとりあえず立ってるので精一杯だった…。勿体ない…。そして次が世界の終わり!!また周りがワラワラと立ち上がってきて面白い笑 ハリーさんの歌う世界の終わりカッコ良かったなぁ。やっぱりこのメンツならハリーさんが歌うよねぇと言う選曲(YONCEがステージ袖ですごい盛り上がっていたらしい。YONCE可愛い)
ハリーさんが捌けて民生さん+バースデーで誰かが。近くにいた家族(小さい子供がシートの上で寝てて大丈夫か…?と心配になった)の奥さんがファンなのか旦那さんが寝てる奥さんを起こしていた。流石民生さんって感じで歌いこなしてたなぁ。予想してた感じよりハマっててすごく良かった。あとキュウちゃんのドラムが単純に好き。前向きと言うかストレートな歌詞をチバさんが書いた事に今はすごく励まされる(当時は何となく消化出来ないでいた)
一旦バースデーが捌けて民生さん+せっちゃんで恋のサングラス(せっちゃんがきょいのサングラスって言ってた笑)民生さんのギター何か変じゃない…?と思ってたけど普通にミスしてたっぽい笑 それ以外は豪華共演見れたし聴けて良かった。
民生さんが捌けて達也さんと堀江さんが出てきてMANNISH BOYSで猿の惑星。この曲が始まって達也さんのドラム聴いたら今までめちゃくちゃ眠かったのに脳が覚醒して目が覚めて脳が冴え渡ってきてすごかった。三井寿の名言「この音が……オレを蘇らせる何度でもよ」って感じでだった笑 個人的にMANNISH BOYS聴けて嬉しかったけど多分大多数は微妙に感じてたかも…。でもさ、WEEKEND LOVERSなんだから良くない!?とは思う…。せっちゃんがMCで今日札幌の狸小路の路地で見つけた服屋で買った服を着てきた、そこでチバさんも買ってたって話が出てもう一枚買いましたって言う感動の話なのに達也さんが「良いカモじゃねーか!!」って言ったり、チバ君会場来てるんじゃないかなってせっちゃんが話したら「怪談じゃねーか!!」ってツッコんでせっちゃんを困惑させたり、何か達也さんらしいなと思った笑 湿っぽい空気にさせないの私は好きだよ…!!
上記のメンツ+ハルキさん+イマイさんで涙がこぼれそう。イマイさんの独特のギター、久しぶりに聴いた…。この曲はこれこれって感じだよね…笑 涙がこぼれそう良かったなぁ。達也さんが叩くこのドラム好きだなぁと思ったり。
MANNISH BOYS+バースデー+堀江さん+ReiちゃんでWEEKEND LOVERS!!聴けるの一番楽しみにしてた曲!この曲大好き。この日、何故かこの曲でチバさんがもう居ないんだって自分の中で決定的に突き付けられて急に涙が止まらなくなって一人で泣いていた…。まだまだ歌っていたかっただろうな…と思うと同時に種類は違えどチバさんと同じ病に罹った自分も今後頑張れるだろうかと考えてしまい余計涙…。でもこんなに素敵なライブが観れたんだから頑張ろうって思えた一曲でした。蝦夷の地でこの曲を聴く事が出来て本当に良かった。
アンコールはバースデー3人でサイダー。ハルキさんとキュウちゃんが歌ってた。純粋に良い曲だなぁと感じた。チバさんらしいなと思える一曲。
最後湿っぽくなるのもあれなんでこの曲で締めたいと思いますとキュウちゃんの言葉から全キャストで演奏されたローリン。YONCEがものすごく楽しそうにしてたのが印象的だった。ツインドラムすごい良かった〜!!最後は明るく終わるの良いね。最後まで立って見れました!
途中でも書いたけどWEEKEND LOVERSのステージについて結構微妙だったって意見も沢山見たけど私はこれがライジングで観れて嬉しかったし楽しかったです。2時間?ぐらいだったけど個人的にはあっという間だったし(途中眠くはなったけど笑)演者側の追憶の気持ちが強くてこちら側が多少置いてけぼりでも良いのでは?と思う。あとそう言う役目にはあまり向いてないホスト役を達也さんがやっていたのもお疲れ様と言いたい。良い印象持たなかった人もいたかもだけど…笑 愛に溢れた良いステージだったと私は思います。
最後にセットリスト載せとく(自分の記憶用)勿論検索かけて調べてます。
2.中村達也+クハラカズユキ+山本久土+イマイアキノブ/365
3.中村達也+クハラカズユキ+山本久土+イマイアキノブ/Teddy BOY
6.LOSALIOS+イマイアキノブ+YONCE/1000のタンバリン
7.LOSALIOS/IQ69
8.LOSALIOS+The Birthday/CISCO〜思い出のサンフランシスコ
9.The Birthday/I SAW RIGHT
10.The Birthday+ILL-BOSSTINO/ハレルヤ
11.The Birthday+YONCE/プレスファクトリー
12.The Birthday+イマイアキノブ+中野ミホ/OH!BABY DON'T CRY
14.村越HARRY弘明+The Birthday/Let's go down the street
15.村越HARRY弘明+The Birthday/世界の終わり
16.The Birthday+奥田民生/誰かが
19.MANNISH BOYS+堀江博久+ヒライハルキ+イマイアキノブ/涙がこぼれそう
20.MANNISH BOYS+The Birthday+堀江博久+Rei/WEEKEND LOVERS
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WEEKEND LOVERSが終わった後はもう燃え尽きてテントに帰って帰り支度に勤しむ。トイレ行ったりゴミ捨てしたりしてたらクリープハイプが始まった。何か割とイキってる(言い方)感じのMCでまだ丸くなってないんか〜と思いつつ聞いていた。まだトガッてる時期なのかな?アジカンがトリやった時はもう丸くなってた気がするし、トリやるバンドって丸くなってる印象だったけど、よく考えたら去年のトリもトガッてたわ笑 10時発の飛行機に乗って帰るので早目にバスに乗りたいと思い去年の教訓も生かして(バス乗る迄結構並んだ)早目にテントから出てとぼとぼひたすら歩く(テントサイトがトウモロコシだった為、入場口が遠かった)荷物が重かったけど充実感が勝っていた気がする。帰り道、演奏聴きながら歩いたけどやっぱ個人的に苦手な歌声…。まぁ世代交代ってこう言う事だよなぁと去年と今年のトリを見て感じています。あと今年も日の出は全く見えなかったです!!笑
Euphoriaというエロゲーがあって、一見悪趣味なエログロ重視ゲーにしか見えないのだけれど、これがどうして名作で、シナリオも音楽もずば抜けて良いんですね。特に主題歌の「楽園の扉」はエロゲーソング屈指の名曲だと思う。ただぱっと見の印象ではそうは見えない。エロアニメ化していることもあって単なるエロゲーなんだろうなと思っていた(ついでに言えばこの作品のエロはケツからぬいぐるみ排出したりとギャグにしか思えない)。それがやることにしたのは、確かSAWっぽい作品として名前が挙がっていたから(そうでもなかったが)と、腹黒ヒロインを挙げるスレみたいなのでヒロインの一人が紹介されていたからだったと思う。
で、その腹黒ヒロイン(?)が最高で、それまで作中で主人公が大事に思っていると散々描写されている(まあ裏はあるのだけど)にも関わらず、主人公に対して「あなたのこと大嫌いだった」と告げるのがもう本当に良かったし、最後のセリフも主人公に対する「ファックユー」だったのがただただ良すぎる。Euphoriaはミナシゴノシゴトというソシャゲとコラボしていてそのキャラも出ているけど、ここでも主人公に対し「言ったでしょう。わたし、あなたのことが大嫌いなのよ」と言い放っていて一貫していて素晴らしいと思いました。
このキャラの場合はネタバレを知ったうえでだったのでそうでもないけど、主人公が大切に思い、愛しんでいるヒロインがその思いを「裏切る」というのはインパクトがあるし、それによって主人公の想像の範疇を超えたよくわからないキャラになることで、人間性に深みが出て魅力的に思えるのかもしれない。などと考えたりもするけど、純粋に男が女に拒絶される構図が好きなだけかもしれない。スヴィドリガイロフの自殺とか大好きだし。
賞金総額93億円のEsports World Cup(EWC)が7/3からサウジアラビアで開催中。
今、最後の出場権をかけた最終予選(Last Chance Qualifier:LCQ)がサウジアラビアで行われている。
8/2の0時からはストリートファイター6のLCQが行われているが、ここでのモラルが問題になっている。
ストリートファイター6のLCQには149人がエントリーしていたが50名近い人間がDisqualified(DQ)になっている。
Disqualifiedはスポーツ大会用語では様々な規定違反での「失格」という意味で使われているが、
e-sports界隈では「ドタキャン」の意味でつかわれることが多い。
簡単に言ってしまえば、エントリーはしたが当日会場に来ていなかったので「失格」になったということ。
LCQはトーナメント方式となっており、当然だが「全員参加する前提」で試合が組まれている。
3分の1近い参加者がDQになったことにより、初日は一試合もせずに通過してしまうような参加者も出ており、
既に本戦出場を決めているプロゲーマーのOil King選手も
Join for the EWC LCQ this time is free, and then I saw that many "well-known" good players were not shown up(DQ).I am really tired of this kind of thing. If you know very early that you can't participate , why not tell the organizer, this makes the bracket very unfair, I hate it
(今回のEWC LCQは無料で参加できるのに、「有名な」上手いプレイヤーがたくさん出てこないのを見て(DQ)、こういうのは本当にうんざりです。参加できないことがかなり早い段階でわかっている場合は、主催者に伝えてみてはいかがでしょうか。これではブラケットが非常に不公平になります。私はそれが嫌いです。)
出ないのがわかってるんなら早く主催に伝えろ。大会が不公平になる。
と警鐘を鳴らしている。
現状、ほとんどの大会が大会参加費は無料となっており、誰でもエントリーできるようになっており
これはまだ格闘ゲームで安定して大きな金を稼げる人間が多くないことや
なのに多くの"国外"大会で「とりあえずエントリーしておいて当日に参加しない」という行為が横行している。
勝てなければ丸々赤字になる。なので大会直前に「やっぱ自信ないからやーめたw」となるのだろう。
だが、こういうことが増えれば参加費の徴収やDQした場合のペナルティが課される可能性は非常に高くなる。
こうなると既にファンとスポンサーがついていて湯水のごとく金が使えるおじさんはともかく、
今回のLCQのDQには日本のプロ選手も少なくない数含まれていた。
中にはLCQが行われている時間に自宅で他ゲー配信して遊んでいたプロまでいる。
これは弥助問題の元ネタ論文でも何でもない可能性が高いので,論文をちゃんと読んでください。
っていうか,こういったテーマについては,藤田みどり『アフリカ「発見」――日本におけるアフリカ像の変遷』(岩波書店,2005年)っていう研究書がちゃんと出ているので,ネット上でかしましい皆様におかれてはまずはそういった文献もあたってみてください(ちなみに,この研究書のもとになった博士論文は国立国会図書館デジタルコレクションで読めます)。
注をよく見てみましょう。おや? 日本語の文献が引用されていませんね。日本語の文献を引用せずに日本史研究ができるんでしょうか? これは問題ではないのですか?
はい,問題ありません。なぜならこれは,タイトル「アジア人と黒人のあいだでの人種と人種観の利用――日系・アフリカ系アメリカ人の場合」からも分かるように,日本史の論文ではなくアフリカ系アメリカ人を主題にした論文だからです。
これはどう読んでも,アメリカの黒人の日本人観および日系人との関わりについてカリフォルニアを中心に調査した論文,つまりはアメリカ黒人の歴史に関する論文であって,ロックリー氏や岡氏がこれを読んでいないと断言することはできませんが(誰しも専門分野外の本や論文を読むことだってあるでしょう),わざわざこれを「元ネタ」にするなどということはとうていあり得そうもないことです。彼らがこの論文を参考にして立論しているのでは? などというのは,馬の心肺機能に関する研究が『ウマ娘 プリティーダービー』を参考にしているのでは? と言っているようなものです。ジャンル違いすぎるわ! あとドリームジャーニー引けなくて凹むわ! っていうか今回のLoHは千直だから荒れそうって言ったの誰だよ! ふつうに安定して英雄譚取れたから拍子抜けしたわ!
こういうときは注を見て,どんな文献に基づいてこの話をしてるのか? っていうのをチェックするんですよ。弥助が出てくる部分の出典は,第一にMichael Cooper, comp. They Came to Japan: An Anthology of European Reports on Japan, 1543-1640 (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1965)っていう本の66ページで,これはまあ当時のヨーロッパ人が日本について書いたものをまとめて英訳した,っていうやつですから,多分日本語でも同じコンセプトの本はあると思うのでそれを探せばいいでしょう。第二は,Gary P. Leupp, Images of Black People in Late Mediaeval and Early Modern Japan, 1543-1900, Japan Forum 7, no.1 (1995)っていう論文で,ペイウォールの向こうに行ければ読めます(https://doi.org/10.1080/09555809508721524)。要するに,著者のデイヴィド・ライス氏(カリフォルニア大学バークレー校所属)は日本語読めないので,英訳された史料や英語で書かれた論文を典拠にして,本題に入る前のマクラとして弥助についてちょろっと書いたということでしょう。
仮に彼が日本史の研究者なら日本語を読めないのは問題外ですが,論文の内容から察するにあくまでアメリカ黒人史の研究者なので,それならまあ日本語の論文読んでないのも仕方ないかなという感じ。なんだろう,アーサー王伝説そのものについて研究するなら,古い時代の英語とかウェールズ語とかの史料が読めないといけないけど,「日本人がどんなふうにアーサー王伝説を受容したか」という研究なら,『Fate/stay night』が読めれば十分で,アーサー王については日本語の本を参考にしてても構わないじゃないですか。この論文もそんな感じです。
なので,ふつうの日本中世史研究者が,この論文を典拠として用いることはまずないです。だって普通に考えて,こんなの典拠にならないっしょ? 中世ヨーロッパ史の研究者が論拠として『Fate』を参考にするなんてあり得ると思います? そりゃ絶対あり得ないとは言えないけど,そういう蓋然性が薄い推測をわざわざするならもっと直接的な証拠(本の中でこの論文を引用してるとか)を持ってきてもらわないと……
(もちろん,最近は中世ヨーロッパ史の研究者が日本におけるヨーロッパ表象の研究に手を出していたりするので,そういう研究で『Fate』を史料として用いるのは全然あり得るっていうかもうやってる人はいたはずなんですが。そのへんの研究動向は,たとえばhttps://doi.org/10.34382/00003197とかhttps://doi.org/10.34382/00003198とかの論文を読んでもろて……あ,話がズレた)
この論文,表象の研究としてはまあ手堅いので,弥助論争に巻き込まれて変な受け止められ方をするのは気の毒だと思いました。ただそれはそれとして,日系サイドの話もアフリカ系の新聞に基づいて書かれているきらいがあるので,論文のタイトルから「アジア人」「日系」を外して黒人についての論文だと明確化するか,あるいは日系人についてもちゃんと彼らの出してた新聞を読み込んで「日系から見たアフリカ系」を調査しないとダメなんじゃないかなぁ,とは思います。まあ,当時の日系人が出してた新聞って日本語で書かれたやつがいっぱいあるので,単純に読めないのかもしれませんが,だったらなおさら「これは2つのマイノリティについての話です(キリッ」と謳うんじゃなくて,「これはあくまで黒人史の話でっせ」という断りを入れた方がよいような。日系人の歴史は黒人史の添え物とちゃうねんで。
ちゃんと読むっていうのは,この論文のテーマは何で,どういう史料を使っていて,という,基本的なことを確かめながら読むことです。そうすれば,どれが話のマクラに過ぎず,どれが本題なのか,っていうのがわかって,「アメリカ黒人史の論文が日本中世史研究者の元ネタだったんだよ!」なんていうアホな主張をすることもなかったはずなので。
今日はTodd Rundgren - I Saw The Light これも50年以上前の歌。自分はきっとこういうの好きなんだろうな。
It's sudden, but right now in Japan, creativity is facing a true crisis. Characters like Uzaki-chan, Onsen Musume, and Tojo Rika are being targeted and flamed, game character designs are being infiltrated by political correctness, Johnny's Entertainment is being dismantled, swimsuit photo sessions in parks are being canceled, Hitoshi Matsumoto is being publicly shamed, and the new AV law was enacted without considering the opinions of those directly involved. Every form of expression in every venue is currently under unreasonable pressure.
How does this connect to the Tokyo gubernatorial election? In fact, a major event directly linked to this is occurring in the 2024 Tokyo gubernatorial election. As a creator, I hope this message reaches you.
What I am about to share is a story about someone named Himasora Akane, who you should know about to resist such pressures. But before I dive into that story, I want to express my deep gratitude to my old friend Nozomi for giving me the opportunity to post this article in a place where many creators will see it. As someone who also loves manga, anime, and games, I hope this information will benefit Japanese society and support Nozomi's activities.
Himasora Akane Should Be the Governor of Tokyo
First, I would like to make a straightforward request to you as a creator: please support Himasora Akane for governor. In this election, please write "Himasora Akane" on your ballot. The voting day is July 7th. Even if you are not a Tokyo resident, I ask that you at least listen to this story. If you find it interesting, please share it with your friends, family, and acquaintances. You can check Himasora Akane's campaign promises and the background of their candidacy on their Twitter (X) posts linked below:
Himasora Akane (Tokyo gubernatorial candidate)
https://x.com/himasoraakane/status/1804846779399324095
Himasora Akane Will Not Allow Our Culture to Be Burned
Himasora Akane is an ordinary otaku who loves manga, anime, and games. Known as "Cognitive Profiling Detective Akane Himasora," he has been active on Twitter (X) and YouTube, and now he is running for governor. Akane, who is deeply concerned about the repression and destruction of otaku culture, is challenging those who seek to destroy our culture alone. Akane will never allow those who try to burn our culture.
As mentioned at the beginning, all forms of expression are currently under pressure. Otaku culture, in particular, seems to be a prime target.
Uzaki-chan Blood Donation Poster Controversy (2019): A collaboration between the Japanese Red Cross Society and the manga Uzaki-chan was flamed for allegedly being overly sexual in its PR illustration.
V-Tuber Traffic Safety Video Controversy (2021): A V-Tuber hired by the Matsudo Police Department in Chiba Prefecture was deemed too sexual for public agency PR.
Onsen Musume Controversy (2021): Characters personifying local hot springs were criticized as sexist.
Mie Transport Official Character Controversy (2024): A character in a bus driver's uniform released by Mie Transport was flamed for evoking sexual images.
These controversies are often fueled by so-called political correctness and feminism. For creators, these are direct threats. If these factions label your work as sexual and demand it be burned to ashes, could you resist? How would you feel if your painstakingly created work, like your own child, was trampled by people who have no regard for your efforts? Could you continue your creative activities while constantly shrinking away?
Himasora Akane saw something behind these flaming incidents. He started investigating the key figure behind the Onsen Musume controversy, a representative of a general incorporated association in Tokyo. This association's core business, the Young Female Victims Support Project, received substantial public funds from Tokyo. Akane submitted public document disclosure requests to Tokyo and thoroughly dug into the organization. During his investigation, Akane uncovered many suspicions suggesting this project was unworthy of public funding, which he exposed one by one on social media.
Negligent accounting reports, taking protected girls to the Henoko base protest in Okinawa, Communist Party members waiting in the bus used to protect girls—these revelations drew significant attention online. The investigation extended beyond this general incorporated association to other NPOs receiving public funds, and Akane named this cluster of issues the "WBPC problem" after the initials of these organizations.
Akane's YouTube Channel (WBPC Problem Playlist)
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLI5gTciLKtAXRyzv9j5FiNMcc8eoEBbMN
From here, Akane's story expanded to resident audits, resident lawsuits, and national compensation lawsuits concerning the Tokyo Young Female Victims Support Project. Akane discovered that behind many flaming incidents, there is no clear command structure but a group of various political organizations and activists working together like an amoeba. He named this group the "Nanika Group" (Nanika means "something" in Japanese), a reference to the mysterious, ominous "something from another place" in the manga HUNTER×HUNTER, which Akane loves. The Nanika Group is also connected to welfare interests, where public funds flow unchecked. Akane called this phenomenon "Public Fund Chu-Chu" (siphoning).
For creators, this means the tax money they earn through hard work is used to burn their precious works. It's an intolerable situation.
Himasora Akane Is Fighting Against Those Who Burn Our Culture
In November 2022, a major event marked a turning point in this series of controversies. The general incorporated association under scrutiny held a press conference at the parliamentary office building, gathering media and announcing a lawsuit against Akane. This "Legal Harassment Press Conference," as it was called online, involved multiple layers of power: the government, the media, and a team of seven lawyers targeting a single individual.
However, Akane did not back down. Instead, he intensified his pursuit, exploiting the opponent's careless statements as lawsuit fodder. This led to an outpouring of support on social media, with his Twitter follower count skyrocketing and 160 million yen in donations for legal fees.
The following year, a resident audit request filed by Akane resulted in Tokyo's official website recognizing some improper points and deciding to audit the organization. However, Tokyo's lenient audit led Akane to file a resident lawsuit. Suspicion also turned towards Governor Yuriko Koike for allocating public funds through dubious sole-source contracts. Tokyo began excessively redacting documents in response to public document requests, attempting to conceal the issue. Koike's promise to end document redaction quietly disappeared from her campaign page.
Throughout this battle, Akane has been a target of criminal complaints and faced threats, yet he persists. His book "Netoge Senshi" was released amid bookstore threats, but only the criminal complaint was widely reported by the media, portraying Akane negatively.
Himasora Akane is an ordinary otaku, a top-tier online gamer during his student days, and a talented game creator who worked for a major game company and later a venture company. His meticulous work on the game "Shin Goku no Valhalla Gate" was betrayed by the company's CEO, leading to a seven-year legal battle that Akane ultimately won, securing 600 million yen. This experience fuels his fierce opposition to having his creations burned.
Before investigating the Young Female Victims Support Project, Akane exposed fraudulent feminist "knights" on his YouTube channel, shaking the internet. He detests lies and has an uncanny ability to detect them.
Akane is a special individual with extraordinary abilities, honed through his experiences in games, court battles, and extensive document analysis. His pursuit of truth and justice makes him a suitable candidate for governor, promising a world without lies and where honest people do not suffer.
What We Can Do to Protect Our Culture
Creative expression can be crushed if we are not vigilant. Even in modern Japan, otaku culture is on thin ice. The recent cessation of Visa transactions for DMM (Fanza) is a reminder of how a single card company can wield its power to dictate what is deemed appropriate expression. Expression freedom is fragile and constantly under threat.
To those reading this, I urge you to vote for Himasora Akane. Support him to protect our culture. Despite his harsh demeanor and preference for solitary battles, he is now seeking help for the first time. Akane feels the danger in this gubernatorial election and believes that if he does not become governor, everything will end. He has taken a stand for the people of Tokyo and Japan.
I wrote this article to support his spirit and spread the word. Please vote for Himasora Akane and help create a miracle.
To you, the creator, I sincerely hope this message reaches you.
私は2022年6月8日から203号室の住人であり、202号室に誰が入居しているのか知りませんし、あなたの顔も見たことがありませんし、今回あなたが警察官を110番通報し、警察官が外のベランダに立っていた時に初めてあなたを見ました。常識的な見地から、会ったこともない隣の部屋の入居者に大音量でラジオを聞かせるような人はこの世に存在しない。あなたの部屋から2024年4月7日に大声が聞こえて、あなたの部屋から誰かが飛び出して外で騒いで部屋に戻って来たのを聞いた。従って、あなたの部屋には、中国人と女性が一緒に住んでいると考えていた。さらに、2024年1月9日には、202号室には、あなたとは違う男性が出入りしていた。以上のことを総合的に考えて、2024年5月10日の昼間の時点で、あなたの部屋に向けてラジオを大音量で流す合理的な理由がない。あなたは以上のことの説明を受けたときに怒り出す性格をしているが、精神疾患か何かがあるのではないか。また、私は、201号室に誰が住んでいるのかも知らないし、201号室の人とも202号室の人とも顔を見たことがないし話をしたこともない。2024年5月10日に何回も203号室からラジオの音が聞こえてきたと言っているが、それに対して、そんなに怒る必要性があることであるのか。
I have been a resident of room 203 since June 8, 2022, I do not know who occupies room 202, I have never seen your face, and this time I saw you for the first time when you called the police officer 110 and the officer was standing outside on the balcony. From a common sense standpoint, there is no one in this world who would allow a loud radio to be played by a resident of the next room who has never met you. I heard loud voices coming from your room on April 7, 2024 and heard someone run out of your room, make noise outside and come back into your room. Therefore, you believed that a Chinese man and a woman were living together in your room. Furthermore, on January 9, 2024, a man different from you was in and out of Room 202. Taking all of the above into consideration, there was no reasonable reason to play the radio loudly toward your room as of midday on May 10, 2024. You have a personality that becomes angry when the above is explained to you, but you must have a mental illness or something. I also do not know who lives in room 201, and I have never seen or talked to anyone in room 201 or 202, and you say that you heard the radio from room 203 several times on May 10, 2024, and that there is a need to get so angry about it Is that something you need to be so angry about?
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
Could you check my sentence? Grammar and 単数形、複数形 and so on. Re write please.
I think career planning is not essential for a successful work life especially for woman. I would like to show example in Japan.
In Japan usually woman starts their carrier after graduated from the university. I saw statistics shows that woman’s salary starts from 1 to 3 million yen in the biggening. The peak of the salary will be around the age of 25 as 5 to 6 million yen. After that it will drop harshly to 100 million to 0 yen. Why we have this huge drop?
The reason is that most of Japanese woman retire after their marriage called “Hanayome Taisha” and some of them will be housewives, that means no longer to continue their carrier. However, these days it is very hard to live rely on man’s income to live in metropolis. Some of woman start working as a part timer to take care of their children while husband works fulltime and this makes woman not to be able to paid well. The statics shows that woman’s carrier restart between 30 to 35 years old but the salary will not be the peak like their 20s anymore. From these statistics, I think woman’s carrier depends on what kind of lifestyle they want.
ChatGPT
I think career planning is not essential for a successful work life, especially for women. I would like to provide an example from Japan.
In Japan, women usually start their careers after graduating from university. Statistics show that women's salaries start from 1 to 3 million yen at the beginning. The peak of their salary is typically around the age of 25, ranging from 5 to 6 million yen. However, after that, it drops sharply to 100 million to 0 yen. Why do we see this huge drop?
The reason is that most Japanese women retire after getting married, a phenomenon called "Hanayome Taisha," and some become housewives, meaning they no longer pursue their careers. However, these days it is very hard to rely solely on a man's income to live in a metropolis. Some women start working as part-timers to take care of their children while their husbands work full-time, which results in women not being paid well. Statistics show that women's careers restart between 30 and 35 years old, but the salary is not at its peak like in their 20s anymore. From these statistics, I believe a woman's career depends on the kind of lifestyle they want.
why you use women ? I used woman.
ChatGPT
I used "women" instead of "woman" because your original text seemed to refer to women in general, rather than a specific individual. When discussing women as a group, it's more common to use the plural form. However, if you prefer to use "woman" to refer to women in general, I can adjust the text accordingly.
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
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.
I must talk about various things regarding the Barbie incident.
I saw a post about it from someone who is neither directly involved nor from Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and it made me realize that there are things I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and grew up listening to stories from the survivors, being a third-generation survivor myself. Most survivors are no longer with us, so I feel compelled to speak up.
In Nagasaki, kids grow up hearing about the atomic bomb. We were packed like sushi in a gymnasium without air conditioning or even fans during the scorching summer, and we listened to stories about the bomb. It was incredibly tough for me.
I imagine it was even harder for the elderly who spoke about their experiences. As a child, I couldn't fully comprehend their pain, and now, I can hardly remember most of the stories I heard. I can only recall one or two.
Every year during this time, gruesome images that would make PTA elsewhere go crazy were displayed in the hallways. I heard that many of the horrifying exhibits that used to traumatize visitors at the Atomic Bomb Museum have been removed, and the museum has been considerably sanitized. I'm not sure about the current situation, but that's how it was when I was there.
There was one photograph that I could never bear to look at as a child – a picture of Tadashi Taniguchi. You can find it if you search, but it's a shocking image with a viewer discretion warning. Still, I want people to see it.
I couldn't walk down the hallway where that photo was displayed, and I always took a different route, avoiding it so I wouldn't have to see it.
Now, I think of my grandpa who went to the ruins to search for my sister. He couldn't look away or take a different path. The pain must have been unimaginable.
Besides photographs, there were many living people moaning in pain back then, and there must have been even more who succumbed to suffering.
My grandpa walked for miles, pulling a handcart through the debris-laden streets of Nagasaki, searching for my sister.
Even though my grandpa was not a child, I'm sure there were elementary school kids who did similar things. I don't just think they might have been there; they were there. I heard the stories from the people themselves, and I still remember them.
I can't forget the stories I heard as a child, such as the young siblings finding their father's burnt corpse in the ruins and cremating him. They didn't have enough firewood, and their father ended up half-burnt. They ran away after seeing the brain tissue oozing out, and that became their final farewell.
I can never forget those stories I heard as a child, and even now, they still bring pain and suffering, making my hands tremble and tears flow.
I wonder how my grandpa, who ran away from that father's brain tissue, could expose his unimaginable trauma and everlasting scars to the world.
Now, I feel like I understand a little.
Even someone like me, who experienced such unimaginable trauma, has gone through pain that I can't even imagine being compared to being discarded, forgotten, and ignored. Compared to what those people experienced, my suffering means nothing.
My trembling hands and the palpitations and dizziness I experienced are nothing compared to the tremendous pain that many others went through.
Memories fade irreversibly every time they pass through people's lips. The memories that I couldn't bear to be forgotten are almost forgotten now.
The unimaginable pain that existed 78 years ago has mostly disappeared, and we can no longer pass it on.
The people who suffered the most from the atomic bomb perished in the ruins, rotting away without being able to convey it to anyone.
Even those who saw it with their own eyes mostly took the memories with them to their graves. Most of them are now under the tombstones.
Compared to the words of the elderly, my words seem so light. I think that speaking with such light words would be better than keeping silent, as silence has led to this result.
I feel like I might occasionally choose to stop imagining the unimaginable pain and consume the suffering of others in an amusing way to live on.
Before I forget the pain and suffering of those elderly people, whose faces and voices I can no longer recall, I will leave this here.