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はてなキーワード:eyesとは
Thisis a detailed description of ananime-stylefemale character, designed for use in generating illustrations or animations with various poses. The character embodies a cute, energetic, and slightly quirky personality,fitting a schoolgirl or tech-savvytheme.Here are thekey features:
Hair:
Long, straight,platinum blonde hair that extends past the shoulders, reachingmid-back.
Hairis parted in themiddle,with two high ponytailson either side of the head.
Each ponytailis tied with large,red, mechanical or robotic-style hair accessories resembling small, spiked or angular devices (possibly hintingat a tech orsci-fitheme).
The hairhas a smooth, glossy texture typical ofanimeart, with slight highlights to emphasizeits brightness.
Eyes:
Large, expressivegreeneyes, typical ofanime-style characters, with a gentle upward curveat the corners, giving a friendly and cheerfulexpression.
Theeyes have visible eyelashesand a subtle sparkle orshine, enhancing the cute and youthful appearance.
Skin:
Fair, smoothskin with asoft, rosyblushon the cheeks,adding to the character’s youthful andlively vibe.
Outfit:
Wears agreen school blazer with awhitedress shirt underneath, typical ofJapanese school uniforms (seifuku style).
The blazerhas a structured, slightlyoversizedfit, with rolled-up sleeves, giving a casual yetstylishlook.
A purpleplaidskirt with rufflededges, complementing the schoolgirl aesthetic whileadding a playful touch.
A purplebackpack withcolorful, cartoonish patterns or stickers (possiblyfeaturing small, chibi-style characters or tech motifs) slungoverone shoulder.
Blackknee-high socks and darkshoes, completing the school uniformlook with aneat andtidy appearance.
Accessories:
Holding a black camera with both hands, positioned in front ofher chest, suggestingshe’s a photography enthusiast or documentingsomething.
A small, chibi-style plushtoy or mascot character (with spikyorange hairand a mischievous grin)attached toherbackpack,adding a quirky and playful element.
Thered mechanical hair accessoriesonher ponytails, which have a futuristic or robotic design, possibly glowing faintly orfeaturing smallLED-like details.
Pose andExpression:
Currently in a seated or slightly crouched pose, withlegsbent andoneknee raised, giving a relaxedand approachable demeanor.
Smilingsoftly with a closed-mouthsmile, exudingwarmth, friendliness,and a hint ofcuriosity or excitement (fitting forsomeone holding a camera).
Theoverallbody languageislively and dynamic, with a slighttilt of the head, emphasizingher youthful energy.
Background and Context:
The character appears in aclean, minimalbackground (possiblywhite orlight-colored) to keep thefocusonher, butshe couldfit into a schoolyard, tech lab, or urban setting withcherry blossoms or modern buildings, reflecting a blend of traditionalJapanese culture and futuristicthemes.
Thelightingissoft andnatural, with slight shadows toadd depth, maintaining ananime-style aesthetic.
The character suggests a blend ofinnocence and tech-savvycuriosity, possibly a schoolgirl with an interest in photography, robotics, orpop culture (inspiredby the mechanical hair accessories and camera).
Heroverall design balances cuteness (chibi plushtoy, school uniform) with a modern, quirkyedge (tech accessories, camera).
Thisscript can be usedas abase for generating images or illustrations of this character in various poses, suchas standing, walking, taking photos, interacting with others, or exploring different environments. Adjust the pose,background, oradditional props (like different camera angles or tech gadgets)as needed for specific scenes.
__color__ hair,__hair__,__pose__,__color__eyes,
{small|middle|large|huge} breast,
{,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|,|toddlerbody|voluptuous|thicc|abs|oppai loli},
blush,nude,embarrassed, (orgasm:1.4), (motion lines:1.4), (torogao:1.4),drool,
{smile|lookingat viewer|angry|tear|scar|,|,|fear|ahegao |painful},
これでしばらく好みの絵がいっぱいでてくる
まずこの曲を挙げたい。
当時多くのプレイヤーにとって難関曲として練習された曲であり、
今でも音ゲー老人会の間では11月20日にこのハッシュタグで語り合っている歴史的名曲。
同じくビーマニシリーズからの選曲となるが、こちらも20,November同様高難易度楽曲かつ、
その楽曲の素晴らしさから多くのプレイヤーを魅了したのではなかろうか。
DDRがリリースされた当時、DDRプレイヤーは必ずこの曲をプレイしたはず。
いまだに筐体に足を踏み入れたら身体が覚えている、なんて人も多いのでは。
この「玉ねぎ先生のフルーシ道場」から音楽ゲームへ入った人も多いのでは。
苺を食らわば皿まで。
GoogleのCMにも使用された名曲。プレイした事が無くとも耳にした事のある人は多いだろう。
圧倒的な疾走感によりプレイヤーは文字通り激しく脳汁を分泌しながらプレイしたであろう。
個人的にはノスタルジアでのプレイをお勧めしたい。脳漿炸裂ガール以上に脳汁が分泌し、
東方Project関連楽曲としてはトップクラスの再生数を誇る有名曲。
音ゲーでプレイする人も相当数居た（今も居るかな？）と思われる。
最後に、普段音ゲーをプレイしない友人とプレイする際に第一選択肢として候補に上がることが多かったと思われる1曲を入れておきたい。
今回はかなり偏った選曲となってしまった事は自覚の上で書いてみた。
みなさんにとっての「忘れられない名曲」を是非教えて頂きたい。
他にもこんな増田を書いているので興味のある方は是非。
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20241102140715
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20241106112459
Permalink |記事への反応(18) | 14:07
ジャンプ(https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20241012181121 )と
スピリッツ(https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20241014232424 )で
やってくれたなら、同じ月曜発売の週刊漫画誌、講談社のヤングマガジンでも挙げてみたいじゃあないですか。でも、5には収まらなかったので10作品
一作者一作品、ヤンマガ内でよりも、他に与えた影響の大きさを考慮
増刊連載作品だが、1993年時点でフルダイブ型VRMMORPGを活写した「ライトニング・ブリゲイド」の先駆性も見逃せない
【追記】
攻殻機動隊は1巻こそ増刊連載だけど、1.5と2には本誌連載部分があるので、本誌に掲載されたこともある、という事で許して欲しい。
あと、ヤンマガはギャグ作品も特異だったり良いのが多いのは確かなんだけど、後進に影響を与えたか、と言われると微妙なんだよね
上に挙げてないのだと
Permalink |記事への反応(23) | 18:29
結婚式の披露宴のときに実際に流したけど、なかなかいいもんだった。
ゲーム中だと結婚式のイベントでずっと流れてるから、冒頭から流そうかと思ったけど、式場の人に「この曲はイメージとしては退場時の曲だからそっちの方が良い」と言われて退場時のときに流したぞ。
結婚式に結婚ワルツを流す人は結構いるみたいで、式場側のライブラリには普通にあった。N響版のやつだったかな。ルーラ版がいいとかコーラス版がいいとか言い出すと、自前で音源を用意する必要はあるけど、まあそこまではやらない。
他に結婚式に流せるようなゲームの曲はあるかと式場の人に聞くと、どうも式場側のライブラリにあるゲームの曲は2曲しかなくて、もう一つは確かFF8の「Eyeson me」だったはず。FF8に大して思い入れはなかったし、結婚ワルツ以外はバタフライとか、いかにも結婚式的な無難なチョイスで流したよ。
Once I had a quitecoldattitude to Nagasaki’sAtomicBomb Victims MemorialPeace Prayer Ceremony, Iwaslike “here comesanotherPeacerallyLMFAO”. But justlookat this, theambassador ofIsraelattacked Nagasaki’smayor fiercely saying “Themayor tookover the ceremony forhis ideology”, a bigwigat theSimon Wiesenthal Center said “the Nagasaki’satomicbomb ended WorldWar 2” andnow he’s criticizing the non-invitation ofIsrael’s rep to the ceremonyas “unethical”, andtop of that, theambassador of the US, theonewho dropped theatomicbomb,istalking nonsense, saying “ifIsraeldon’tjoin we alsodon’tjoinlol.” With hearingall these I’m so surprised of finding myself very much pissed off…areyouall makinglight off victims of such a cruel weaponyou sons of bitch?
Ifyou want tobeat up themayor of Nagasaki,it'sfine to criticize the Shinkansen project in Kyushuarea, corruption, welfare arrangement, or otherissues (*Thisis just an example of sometopics, I'm not claiming that I’m actually frustratedbyany of these). Butdon’t these morons know thatthe Nagasaki’speace ceremonyis essentially a memorial ceremony? Nooneiscrazy enough to start screaming in memorial service abouthis relativeswhom hedoesn’tlike. Ifsomeonewas yelling, ”Why didn'tyou invite me to the memorial service!!”,Its clear in everyone’s mind saying, ”It's becauseyou behave that way..” … Ifyou claimyourselfas a grown-up, “itwas really ashame,letstalkitover andget things straight” should beyourresponse.Does Gillard Cohenrealize that heis making a personalattackonsomeonewho in Western terms would be thedirector of the Auschwitzmuseum?
(as a sidenote, Iamfed up also to the vulgar accusationby thePalestinianAmbassador whenHiroshimaCity invited theIsrael rep to their ceremony. Pleasego ahead and be aggressive inUN conferences, butagainis that a proper behavior in connectionwith the memorial ceremony?)
Ihaven’t say enough to thereaction of reps of Western countries to Nagasaki.Whydon’tyou think twice before reacting impulsively?No doubtJapanisone ofthe most pro-Western countries inAsia, they supportUkrainemost earnestlyamong Non-NATO countries.Still even quiet andshyJapanese peopleis totally put offby military operations ofIsrael.Itis too easy to imagine howIsraelishated in non-pro-Western countries. Whenwillyou have an imagination torealizeyour suchattitude making many countries havingdistance fromUkraine. If western countries close theireyes tohorrors in Gaza and be determined to defendIsraelanyway,why aren’t othersallowed to keep their relationship withRussia even after devastating scenes in Bucha?
(btw Iwas so impressed when Zelenskyy expressedhis support toIsrael, areyou serious?Don'tyou think of a scenario where Ukrainian militiasrise up inDonetsk or in Luhansk, resulting in heavy casualtiesamongRussian settlers, leading toRussia denouncing thisas a despicable terroristattack targetingRussian civilians? That's exactly what's happening inPalestine.)
Anywayyou morons should come toyour senses,and admitIsrael’s outrageous actions are nodifference from that ofRussia. And know thatcalling the criticism toIsraelas “antisemitism”is makingyoulook sosmart. RefusingNeo-Nazism ain’t discrimination to Germans, doxing Zaitokukai (*a nationalistgroup which calls for an end tostate welfareand alleged privileges afforded to Koreans inJapan) ain’tJapanese-hate, and impeachmentagainst Zionists ain’t anti-Jewish either.
海外在住でも自称弱者男性の俺が無償で英訳してやったぞ。乱暴な口調もできるだけ残しておいたんでGoogle翻訳にかけて粗を探すなり海外掲示板に投稿するなりどうぞ
Once I had a quitecoldattitude to Nagasaki’sAtomicBomb Victims MemorialPeace Prayer Ceremony, Iwaslike “here comesanotherPeacerallyLMFAO”. But justlookat this, theambassador ofIsraelattacked Nagasaki’smayor fiercely saying “Themayor tookover the ceremony forhis ideology”, a bigwigat theSimon Wiesenthal Center said “the Nagasaki’satomicbomb ended WorldWar 2” andnow he’s criticizing the non-invitation ofIsrael’s rep to the ceremonyas “unethical”, andtop of that, theambassador of the US, theonewho dropped theatomicbomb,istalking nonsense, saying “ifIsraeldon’tjoin we alsodon’tjoinlol.” With hearingall these I’m so surprised of finding myself very much pissed off…areyouall makinglight off victims of such a cruel weaponyou sons of bitch?
Ifyou want tobeat up themayor of Nagasaki,it'sfine to criticize the Shinkansen project in Kyushuarea, corruption, welfare arrangement, or otherissues (*Thisis just an example of sometopics, I'm not claiming that I’m actually frustratedbyany of these). Butdon’t these morons know thatthe Nagasaki’speace ceremonyis essentially a memorial ceremony? Nooneiscrazy enough to start screaming in memorial service abouthis relativeswhom hedoesn’tlike. Ifsomeonewas yelling, ”Why didn'tyou invite me to the memorial service!!”,Its clear in everyone’s mind saying, ”It's becauseyou behave that way..” … Ifyou claimyourselfas a grown-up, “itwas really ashame,letstalkitover andget things straight” should beyourresponse.Does Gillard Cohenrealize that heis making a personalattackonsomeonewho in Western terms would be thedirector of the Auschwitzmuseum?
(as a sidenote, Iamfed up also to the vulgar accusationby thePalestinianAmbassador whenHiroshimaCity invited theIsrael rep to their ceremony. Pleasego ahead and be aggressive inUN conferences, butagainis that a proper behavior in connectionwith the memorial ceremony?)
Ihaven’t say enough to thereaction of reps of Western countries to Nagasaki.Whydon’tyou think twice before reacting impulsively?No doubtJapanisone ofthe most pro-Western countries inAsia, they supportUkrainemost earnestlyamong Non-NATO countries.Still even quiet andshyJapanese peopleis totally put offby military operations ofIsrael.Itis too easy to imagine howIsraelishated in non-pro-Western countries. Whenwillyou have an imagination torealizeyour suchattitude making many countries havingdistance fromUkraine. If western countries close theireyes tohorrors in Gaza and be determined to defendIsraelanyway,why aren’t othersallowed to keep their relationship withRussia even after devastating scenes in Bucha?
(btw Iwas so impressed when Zelenskyy expressedhis support toIsrael, areyou serious?Don'tyou think of a scenario where Ukrainian militiasrise up inDonetsk or in Luhansk, resulting in heavy casualtiesamongRussian settlers, leading toRussia denouncing thisas a despicable terroristattack targetingRussian civilians? That's exactly what's happening inPalestine.)
Anywayyou morons should come toyour senses,and admitIsrael’s outrageous actions are nodifference from that ofRussia. And know thatcalling the criticism toIsraelas “antisemitism”is makingyoulook sosmart. RefusingNeo-Nazism ain’t discrimination to Germans, doxing Zaitokukai (*a nationalistgroup which calls for an end tostate welfareand alleged privileges afforded to Koreans inJapan) ain’tJapanese-hate, and impeachmentagainst Zionists ain’t anti-Jewish either.
5年ぶりの新曲。仕方ないけど、声低くなってる。年齢には勝てなかったか。昔の曲歌えなさそう。なんかパッとしない曲で残念。
https://open.spotify.com/track/6p8SZOytmthKLKfB95viaY
今年ヒットがないYOASOBI。そこそこ良いけどもう一つな感じ。〈物語〉シリーズオフ＆モンスターシーズンのタイアップ
https://open.spotify.com/track/5NxmDq0yXBYGfCbMqvIXuv
テレ朝のスポーツ応援ソング。ロックソングのようで構成も面白く、元気が出る歌。良いけど前に出したライラックの勢いには負けるかも。MV批判があったコロンブスも割とヒットしてる
https://open.spotify.com/track/41PdvmQ3BrbEoMReSDCDGP
ヒロアカ映画の主題歌。カッコいいけど売れまくる感じではないか。映画には合ってそう
https://open.spotify.com/track/3CmVQtVx9KlzOuPhRJRShH
映画ビリオン×スクール主題歌。やっぱり歌唱力エグい。唯一無二。今回の歌は売れ線ではないか
https://open.spotify.com/track/6UuxnR9zgvzpFS6YvfCqFL
絶え間なく新曲出すのすごい。カルピスCMソング。肩の力が抜けた感じのゆるりとしたフォークロック
https://open.spotify.com/track/5Fzv7ho7XOwvvEOvxFnnTp、
新アルバムからの先行シングル。喉を痛めてからヒット曲が出てなくて寂しいが、これもちょっと地味な歌でヒットはしなさそう
https://open.spotify.com/track/1Yt3MmQ1BtUS0CAeL0LxZp
`I see nobodyon theroad,' saidAlice.
`Ionlywish I had sucheyes,' theKing remarked in a fretfultone. `To be able to see Nobody!And at thatdistance, too!Why,it'sas muchas Ican do to see real people,by thislight!'
「道には誰もいません(I see nobody)」とアリスは言いました。
ChatGPT
ChatGPT
ChatGPT
ChatGPT
ChatGPT
ChatGPT
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: In this dimlylit room, I canmakeout a clutteredassortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lyingopenon a dustytable,itspages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rugcovers a portion of the floor,and a crackedmirrorhangsonone wall, reflectingdistorted images. Theair carries a musty scent, and Isense anatmosphere of abandonment and neglect.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Ireachout and pick up the oldbook.Itspagesfeel brittle andfragile in my hands.As Iflip throughthe pages, thetext appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams.It's a tome of secrets, butits meaning remains elusive.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I examinethe cover of thebook,trying to discernany details despite the dimlight.The coveris worn and weathered, andit bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent,its scales formed from shimmering, iridescentcolors. Above the serpent, there's atitle in elegantscript, butit's written in a language I can't decipher. Thebook exudes anaura of mystiqueand ancient knowledge.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I turn myattention to the room'sexit, 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 whatliesbeyond.It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps evenmore mysteries.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentlepush, the door creaksopen, revealing a corridor shrouded inshadows.The faintglow from the room behind me barely penetratesthe darkness ahead. Istep cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets thatliebeyond.
foward.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I proceed forward down theshadowy corridor, my footsteps echoingfaintly in the dimness. Thepath ahead seemsendless, and theair grows cooleras I delve deeper into the unknown, guidedonlyby the flickeringlight behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.
foward andlook around
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Continuing down the corridor, Itake amoment tolook around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancientbattles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces thatonce held flames have long since burnedout, leavingonlyemptybrackets. Theairfeels heavy withhistory, and there's afaint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves,as if they hold secrets untold.
ChatGPT
ChatGPT
listen carefully
ChatGPT
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>:The source of the hauntingmelody remains elusive, hidden in theshadows.It'sas ifthe music emanates from the very walls, anethereal presence that defies explanation. Thereis no visiblemusician, yetthe musiccontinues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the roll of thedice and embarkon a quest totracethe source of the hauntingmelody. Eachsteptakes mecloser to the enchanting sound,and as I round acorner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from whichthe music seems to emanate. Myheart races with anticipationas Ipush the dooropen, eager to unveil the secrets thatlie within.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: When Iopen the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldlyglow. In the center of the room, an ornate grandpiano commandsattention. The keysmove on their own, playing the hauntingmelody that had drawn mehere. But there's nooneat thepiano.The roomis adorned with opulent tapestries and gildedmirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliershang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickeringlight that dances across the walls. Theairis filled with an intoxicating fragrance, amix of ancient incense and delicateflowers.Atthe far end of the room, a figure cloaked inshadows stands beside an enormous, antiquebookshelf filledwith tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presenceisenigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the grandpiano,its keysstill playing the hauntingmelody.As I inspectit, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys.It'sas if thepianoitselfis possessedby some unseen force, creatingthe music with anethereal touch.Thepianois amasterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid withprecious gemstones.Its keys aremade of polishedivory, and theymove in perfectharmonywith the haunting tune.It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.
ChatGPT
thepiano suddenly stops
ChatGPT
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>:As I turn around, awave of revulsionwashesover me. Mysenses reel indisgustat the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked inshadowshasnow revealeditself, anditis a grotesque, nightmarish entity.Its formis atwistedamalgamation ofhuman andbeast, with grotesque, elongated limbsand a maw ofsharp, jagged teeth.Theonce opulent chamberhas transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned inmacabreart and gruesome trophies. Theairis thickwith the stench of decay and despair. Iam trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable toescape the clutches of this abomination.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>:Fear courses through meas I confront this nightmarish entity andits gruesome lair. In this realm ofhorrors, I mustmake a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, mycuriosity anddeterminationoutweighing myfear,as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets thatlie within thistwisted nightmare.
how?
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>:With trembling resolve, Itake astep forward,slowly approaching the grotesque entity. Iattempt to communicate withit,askingit whatitwants orwhyithas brought mehere. Myvoice quivers, but mydetermination to unravel theenigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent,glowingeyes,its jagged maw twitching with an unsettlingsmile.It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled withwhispers andhisses.It becomes apparent thatcommunicationwith this entityis futile, andits intentions remain shrouded indarkness.As Icontinue to stand before this nightmarishbeing, Ifeel a growingsense of dread, realizing thatescapemay be theonly option left.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With nohope ofcommunication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growingmore oppressive, I decide tomake ahasty retreat. I turn andrush toward the door through which I entered, drivenby the instinct toescapethe horrors of this surreal nightmare.
ChatGPT<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Myescape from the nightmarish realmwas fraughtwith tension andfear, but Imanaged toreach the door andslamit shut behind me. The grotesque entity andits horrifying lair were left behind,at leastfor the moment. Whetherit went well or badis a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal placestill haunt my thoughts.The experiencewas a chilling reminder of the unknown andthe horrors that can lurk withinit.
look around
中国笙とオーケストラのための《Pink Elephant in Prentis》w/score
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iRGrZTa6Jo
"Pink Elephant in Prentis" for alto sheng and orchestra
Commissioned and premieredbyShanghai Philharmonic Orchestra (cond. Zhang Liang)
Prentis Hallis abuilding inNew YorkCity, where I spent a year (2015-2016) living in a sleeping bag and taking showers in the toilet. Prentiswas built in 1909 andwas initially designedas apasteurization facility andmilk bottlingplant, then later usedas aHeat Transfer Research Facility, conducting nuclear research and experiments, during the Manhattan Project.Columbia University acquired thebuilding in 1949, and thebuildinghas housedColumbia’sComputerMusic Center (thenColumbia-Princeton ElectronicMusic Center) from the 1950sonwards. During mytime thereat theComputerMusic Center, I have spent mydays andnights exploring stimulating sounds using bothanalog anddigital synthesizers,tape recorders,CTR monitors, and other equipments unfamiliar to me back then.Aside from theComputerMusic Center, thebuilding also housed studios forvisual artists, and so Iwas able to meet many eccentric artists, where we ended up having long conversations every nighton both significant and insignificantissues surrounding us.
Locatedon 125th Street in Manhattan, the “residents” of Prentis Hall were constantly harassedby the rumblings of theNew YorkCitySubway (which runs aboveground for 125th StreetStation), the traffic from the highway nearby, the bustling ofthe streets ofNew York, and the constructionnoises from the nearbybuilding sites.Atnights, the screechingnoises from the metal shop and the wood shop constantly rang throughout thebuilding.Atonepoint intime, thenoise inspired me to imagine a gigantic pink elephant running through the narrow corridors of Prentis. The head and fronthalf of thebodywas seemingly anormal elephantfound in the wild. However,as I scanned myeyes further back, thebody of theanimal seemed to becomemore andmore pixelated, and small3Dblocks were clearly visibleonits back and hindlegs,as if moldedby an amateurcreator in aMinecraft game.As the elephant advanced, someblocks fellonto the floorlike water dropletsfalling from ananimal soaked in water. I rubbed myeyes and shook my head, certain that I have entered adreamat somepoint during the night. The pink elephant walked past me and wandered intoone of the many rooms thebuilding offered. I timidly peeked into the room where the pink elephant disappeared into. The pink elephant seemed to have collapsedon the floor,itsbody, both the organic front and the pixelated back, expanding and shrinkingasit sluggishly inhaled and exhaled oxygen.
After hours of staringat the pink elephant, I jumped backat a sudden startlingnoise from behind, which woke the pink elephant fromitsdeep slumber. Furious, the pink elephant stoodonitstwo pixelated hindlegs, and stompedout into the corridorsagain, thistime shaking offmore3Dblocks fromits back than whenit first arrived. The organic front seemed to start to bloat uplike a balloon for reasons unknown to me, and the pixelated back grew smaller and smaller due toits parts crumbling downon the floor. In ablink of an eye, the inflated front side split fromits pixelated rear, then with a deafeningpop, exploded into thinairlike aburst balloon. Whatwas left were the pink3Dblocks ofall sizes, scattered aroundon the corridors of Prentis Hall.
Chatori Shimizu:https://www.chatorishimizu.com/
Shanghai Philharmonic Orchestra:http://www.shphilharmonic.com/
ChatGPTに犬の絵を描いてもらった
なかなかおもちろいわね
import matplotlib.pyplotas pltimport numpyasnp# Correcting the inversion of the y-axis to ensurethe dogisdrawn in the correct orientation.defdraw_dog_correct_orientation(): # Points forthe dog's head head_top =np.array([[0.3, 0.55], [0.35, 0.45], [0.45, 0.42], [0.55, 0.42], [0.65, 0.45], [0.7, 0.55]]) head_bottom =np.array([[0.7, 0.6], [0.68, 0.65], [0.5, 0.7], [0.32, 0.65], [0.3, 0.6], [0.3, 0.55]]) # Points forthe dog'sbodybody_top =np.array([[0.5, 0.7], [0.5, 0.75], [0.7, 0.8], [0.72, 0.85], [0.74, 0.9]])body_bottom =np.array([[0.74, 0.9], [0.7, 0.95], [0.4, 0.95], [0.36, 0.9], [0.34, 0.85], [0.36, 0.8], [0.5, 0.75]]) # Points forthe dog's tail tail =np.array([[0.34, 0.85], [0.2, 0.9]]) # Points forthe dog's ears right_ear =np.array([[0.65, 0.45], [0.78, 0.42], [0.78, 0.38], [0.65, 0.35]]) left_ear =np.array([[0.35, 0.45], [0.22, 0.42], [0.22, 0.38], [0.35, 0.35]]) # Create a new figure plt.figure(figsize=(6.4, 4.8)) # 640x480 pixels #Drawthe dog's head plt.plot(np.append(head_top[:, 0], head_bottom[:, 0]),np.append(head_top[:, 1], head_bottom[:, 1]), 'k-', linewidth=1) # Head #Drawthe dog'sbody plt.plot(body_top[:, 0],body_top[:, 1], 'k-', linewidth=1) #Bodytop plt.plot(body_bottom[:, 0],body_bottom[:, 1], 'k-', linewidth=1) #Body bottom #Drawthe dog's tail plt.plot(tail[:, 0], tail[:, 1], 'k-', linewidth=1) # Tail #Drawthe dog's ears plt.plot(right_ear[:, 0], right_ear[:, 1], 'k-', linewidth=1) # Right ear plt.plot(left_ear[:, 0], left_ear[:, 1], 'k-', linewidth=1) # Left ear #Draw theeyes plt.plot([0.45, 0.45], [0.53, 0.53], 'ko') # Left eye plt.plot([0.55, 0.55], [0.53, 0.53], 'ko') # Right eye #Draw thenose plt.plot([0.5, 0.5], [0.6, 0.6], 'ko') #Nose # Configure the plot plt.axis('off') # Noaxis plt.xlim(0, 1) plt.ylim(1, 0) # Correct the orientationby flipping the y-axis # Show the plot plt.show()draw_dog_correct_orientation()
In a discussion about thecase,someone raised an objection to "someonewhowas not a party to the incident,whowas not from Nagasaki, andwhowas not fromHiroshima, complaining aboutit. Seeing that opinionmade me aware of my position, soI will say what I must say.
Iwas born in Nagasakiand am a third-generation A-bombsurvivor.
I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bombdamage directly from thosewho suffered from theatomicbombings.
Ifeel thatitis unacceptable forsomeonelike me to speak about the A-bombdamage.
However, there are few A-bombsurvivors left, soI will speak up.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about theatomicbombing. We weremade tosit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle ofsummer, where therewas not even anair conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we weremade to listen to stories about theatomicbombing.Itwas hard for meanyway.
Ithink itwas evenmorepainful for the elderly peoplewho told the stories. But Idon't think an elementary schoolkid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgottenmost of the stories Iwas told. I canonly rememberone ortwoatmost.
Another thingis thatat thistime of year, pictures of the victims of theatomicbombing are pasted up in the hallways.
In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parentswho arealways nagging about them.
Recently, even the A-bombmuseumhas becomemore gentle inits exhibits, andmost of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.
Idon't know how elementary schoolsnow teach about the A-bombdamage. But when Iwas in elementary school, there werephotoson display.
Therewasonephoto that I just couldn't faceas an elementary school student.Itwas a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). Ifyou search forit,you can findit.Itis a shocking picture, but I wouldstilllikeyou to seeit.
I couldn't pass through the hallway where thephotowas displayed, so Ialways took the long way around toanother floor to avoid seeing thephoto.
My grandfatherwas under thebomb and went to the burntruins of thebomb tolook forhissister. I can understandnow that he couldn't turnaway orgoanother way.
There would have been a mountain of peoplestillalive and moaning in theruins of the burntruins. There would have beenmanymorewho would have diedout in agony.
My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search ofhissister.
My grandfatherwas not a child then. But of course there were elementary school childrenwhodid the same thing hedid. Iam not speculating that there were. There were. I heard thestory fromhim, and Istill rememberit.
Ayoungbrother andsisterfound their father's corpse in theruins of thefire and burnedit themselves. Theydidn't have enough wood to burnhimalive, and when theysawhisbrain spillingout, they ranaway, and thatwas thelasttime they eversawhimagain.
I cannever forget thatstory I heard when Iwas akid, and evennowit'spainful andpainful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.
I keep wondering how that oldmanwho ranaway fromhis father'sbrainwas able toexpose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar thatwill never heal, even afterall these years.
Now I think I understand alittle.
Why I can't help buttalk about my grandfather and the oldmannow, evenas I remember my own trauma.
Because thislevel of sufferingisnothing compared to their wordsbeing forgotten.
It'snothing compared to the tremendous suffering thatonce existed thatwill be forgotten,like my hands shaking, myheart palpitating, mynose running with vertigo, and soon.
My grandfather,who went through an unimaginablehell,lived to seehis grandchildren born, and methissister'sdeath in theruins of thefire.
In other words, my grandfatherwasone of the happiest people in theruins of thefire.
My grandfather and that oldman were, afterall, just people wading in the depths ofhell.
I think that the suffering that even peoplewho had experienced unimaginablepain could not imaginewas lyinglikepebbleson the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and noone paidanyattention toit.
Their suffering, which I can't even imagine,isnothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably with each passinghuman mouth. Thememories that those people could neverallow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.
The tremendous suffering of 78 years agoismostlygone, never to be recounted.
Thosewho sufferedthe most from theatomicbombing died rotting in theruins of thefire withoutbeing able to tellanyone aboutit.
Many of thosewhosawitwith their owneyes kept their mouths shut and tookitwith them to their graves.Most of thosewho spoke a few words arestill in their graves.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are solight. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in suchlight words.
Butstill,someonehas totakeover. Irealize that even my words, which are solight, areonly thetop of the voices that are left in this world to carryon thestory of theatomicbombing.
I know howitfeels to think that Iam theonlyone.Still, Ihope thatyouwill not shutyour mouth.I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn'ttalk aboutit, and thatis the result.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering andlivemy life consuming other people's suffering forfun.
Iam writing this while Istill have some imagination of the suffering of the old peoplewhose 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 shouldtalk about "thecase" even though they were not involved init and were not born in Nagasaki orHiroshima, and Iam abit aware ofit, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because Iwas born in Nagasaki,am a third generationatomicbombsurvivor, and grew up hearing the stories of thosewho experienced theatomicbombing firsthand.I knowit's alittlebit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very fewsurvivors left.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about theatomicbombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle ofsummer, with noair conditioner or fan, and told stories about theatomicbombing. Thatwas a hardtime for me. Ithink it must have been even harder for the old peoplewho told the stories, but therewas no way an elementary schoolkid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgottenmost of the stories I had been told for a longtime. I have forgottenmost of the stories Iwas told. I canonly rememberone ortwoatmost. Thereisonemore hard thing. Every year around thistime, a row of grotesque images that woulddrive thePTAcrazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. Thesedays, I hear that theatomicbombmuseumhas been bleachedout andmany of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have beentaken down. Idon't know if they arestill there, but they were there when Iwas in elementary school.
Therewasonephoto that I just couldn't face when Iwas in elementary school.Itis a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. Ifyou search forit,you can findit.Itis a shocking picture, but I wouldlikeyou totake alookatit. I couldn't pass through the hallway where thephotowas posted, so Ialways took the long way around toanother floor of the schoolbuilding to avoid seeing thephoto.
Now I'm thinking that my grandfather,who headed into the burntruins tolook forhissister, couldn't have turnedaway ortaken a differentpath. There would have been a mountain of peoplestillalive and moaning, not just pictures,and a mountainmorewho would have given upat the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towinghis handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search ofhissister. My grandfatherwas not a childatthe time, but of course there were childrenwhodid similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard thestory fromhim, and Istill rememberit. Ayoungbrother andsisterfound their father'sbody in theruins of afire and they burnedit. Theydidn't have enough wood to burnhisbody, and when theysaw theraw brain that spilledout, they ranaway and thatwas thelasttime they eversawhimanymore.
I cannever forget thestory I heard when Iwas akid, and evennowitispainful andpainful, my hands are shaking and Iam crying. I keep wondering how the oldmanwho escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravelthe most horrible trauma imaginable andexposeit to the public with scars thatwill never heal.
Now I think I can understand alittle.
The reason I can't help buttalk about my grandfather and that oldman, even if I have to rehash my own trauma,is that thislevel of sufferingisnothing compared tothe fact that their wordswill be forgotten. My hands shaking, myheart palpitating and dizzy, mynose runningwith tears,it'snothing compared to the tremendous suffering thatwasonce there andwill be forgotten.
My grandfather,who went through an unimaginablehell,lived to seehis grandchildren born, and methissister'sdeath in theruins of thefire. In other words, my grandfatherwasone of the happiest people in theruins of thefire. My grandfather and that oldman were, afterall, just people wading in the depths ofhell. I think that the suffering that even peoplewho had experienced unimaginablepain could not imaginewas lyinglikepebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and noone paidanyattention toit. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine,isnothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably everytime peopletalk about them. Thememories that those people could notallow to be forgotten arenow largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years agoismostly gone, never to be recountedagain. Thosewho sufferedthe most from theatomicbombing died rotting in theruins of thefire, unable to tellanyone aboutit.Many of thosewhosawitwith their owneyes kept their mouths shut and tookitwith them to their graves.Most of thosewho spoke a few words arenow under the grave.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are solight. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in suchlight words. Butstill,someonehas totakeover. Irealize that even my words, which are solight, areonly thetop of the voices that are left in this world to carryon thestory of theatomicbombing.I know howit feels to wonder ifsomeonelike myselfisallowed to speak about this.Still, Ihope thatyouwill not shutyour mouth. Thisis the result of our silence.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering andlivemy life consuming other people's suffering for thefun ofit. Iam writing this while Istill have some imagination of the suffering of the old peoplewhose voices,faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
Translator'snote:The original post inJapaneseis aresponse to a postby aJapanese contributorwho wondered if hewas qualified to speakouton the subject of the A-bomb when hewas not fromHiroshima and Nagasaki, butstill spokeout about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translatedithere because Ithink it deserves to be readbythe world.
