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はてなキーワード: Flyとは
Bob the First, at the head of my long list of robins, having been killed by my pet owl, I very soon bought another. This one was not so gentle nor so handsome as Bob the First, his wings and his tail having their ends sawed off by contact with the wires of too small a cage.
Fearing that he might be lonely in my aviary with only rabbits, guineapigs, pet rats, and pigeons for company, I bought another robin called Dick. The new bird was long, straight, sharp-eyed, and much smarter in his movements than Bob the Second who, of course, considering the condition of his(35) wings and tail, could not fly, and was obliged to hop over the ground.
It was very amusing to see the two robins stare at each other. Both had probably been trapped young, for at that time the law against the keeping of wild birds in captivity was not enforced, and boys and men were perniciously active in their depredations among our beautiful wild beauties.
Bob the Second was very fond of stuffing himself, and he used to drive the pigeons from the most promising window ledges and partake freely of the food scattered about.
Poor Dick ran about the ground looking for worms, and not finding many, got desperate and flew up to the window ledge.
Bob lowered his head and flew at him with open bill. Dick snapped at him, hopped up to the food, and satisfied his hunger, Bob meanwhile standing at a little distance, a queer, pained thread of sound issuing from between his bill, “Peep, peep, peep!”
A robin is a most untidy bird while eating, and as often as Dick scattered a morsel of food outside the dish, Bob would spring forward and pick it up with a reproving air, as if he were saying, “What an extravagant fellow you are!”
Whenever a new bird enters an aviary, he has to find his place—he is just like a new-comer in a community of human beings. Bob, being alone, was in the lead when Dick came. Dick, having the stronger bird mind, promptly dethroned him. They were(36) very amusing birds. Indeed, I find something clownish and comical about all robins kept in captivity.
The wild bird seems to be more businesslike. The partly domesticated bird, having no anxiety about his food supply, indulges in all sorts of pranks. He is curious and fond of investigation, and runs swiftly at a new object, and as swiftly away from it, if it seems formidable to him.
The arrival of new birds in the aviary always greatly excited Bob, and he hopped about, chirping, strutting, raising his head feathers, and sometimes acting silly with his food, just like a foolish child trying to “show off” before strangers.
When I introduced a purple gallinule to him, Bob flew up into the air, and uttered a shriek of despair. He feared the gallinule, and hated the first Brazil cardinal I possessed, and was always sparring with him. One day I put a second cardinal into the aviary. Bob thought it was his old enemy, and ran full tilt at him. His face of ludicrous dismay as he discovered his mistake and turned away, was too much for me, and I burst out laughing at him. I don’t think he minded being made fun of. He flirted his tail and hopped away.
At one time Bob made up his mind that he would not eat crushed hemp-seed unless I mixed it with bread and milk, and he would throw it all out of his dish unless I made it in the way he liked.
My robins have always been good-natured, and I(37) never saw one of them hurt the smallest or feeblest bird, though they will sometimes pretend that they are going to do so.
When Bob took a sun-bath, any member of the family who happened to be near him would always be convulsed with laughter. He would stretch his legs far apart, stick out his ragged plumage, elevate his head feathers till he looked as if he had a bonnet on, and then half shut his eyes with the most ludicrous expression of robin bliss.
All birds look more or less absurd when taking sun-baths. They seem to have the power to make each feather stand out from its neighbor. I suppose this is done in order that the sun may get to every part of the skin.
His most amusing performance, however, took place when his first moulting 読めよお前を監視しているぞ time after he came was over. One by one his old, mutilated feathers dropped out, and finally new ones took their places. On a memorable day Bob discovered that he had a real tail with a white feather on each side of it, and a pair of good, serviceable wings. He gave a joyful cry, shook his tail as if he would uproot it, then spread his wings and lifted himself in the air. Hopping time was over. He was now a real bird, and he flew from one end of the aviary to the other with an unmistakable expression of robin ecstasy.
Most unfortunately, I had not a chance to study poor Dick’s character as fully as Bob’s, for I only had him a short time. Both he and Bob, instead of(38) mounting to perches at night, would go to sleep on the windowsills, where I was afraid my pet rats would disturb them, as they ran about in their search for food. Therefore, I went into the aviary every evening, and lifted them up to a comfortable place for the night, near the hot-water pipes. I would not put robins in a warm place now. They are hardy birds, and if given a sufficient quantity of nourishing food do not need a warm sleeping-place. If we only had a better food supply I believe we would have many more wild birds with us in winter in the Northern States and Canada than we have now.
Late one evening I went into the aviary to put my robins to bed. I could only find Bob—Dick was nowhere to be seen. My father and mother joined me in the search, and finally we found his poor, lifeless body near the entrance to the rats’ underground nest. His head had been eaten—poor, intelligent Dick; and in gazing at him, and at the abundance of food in the aviary, the fate of the rats was sealed.
I fed my birds hard-boiled egg mashed with bread crumbs, crushed hemp-seed, scalded cornmeal, bread and milk, prepared mockingbird food, soaked ant eggs, all kinds of mush or “porridge,” as we say in Canada, chopped beef, potato and gravy, vegetables cooked and raw, seeds and fruit, an almost incredible amount of green stuff, and many other things—and yet the rats had found it necessary to commit a murder.
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Well, they must leave the aviary, and they did, and for a time Bob reigned alone. I did try to bring up a number of young robins given to me by children who rescued them from cats, or who found them on the ground unable to fly, but for a long time I had very hard luck with them.
Either the birds were diseased or I did not feed them properly. I have a fancy that I half starved them. Bird fanciers whom I consulted told me to be sure and not stuff my robins, for they were greedy birds. As long as I took their advice my young robins died. When I went to my canaries for advice I saw that the parents watched the tiny heads folded like flowers too heavy for their stalks, over the little warm bodies in the nests.
The instant a head was raised the mother or father put a mouthful of warm egg-food in it. The little ones got all they would eat—indeed, the father, with food dripping from his mouth, would coax his nestlings to take just one beakful more. I smiled broadly and began to give my robins all the worms they wanted, and then they lived.
The bringing up of young birds is intensely interesting. I found that one reason why early summer is the favorite time for nest-making is because one has the short nights then. Parents can feed their young quite late in the evening and be up by early daylight to fill the little crops again. Robins are birds that like to sit up late, and are always the last to go to bed in the aviary.
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I solved the difficulty of rising at daylight to feed any young birds I was bringing up by giving them a stuffing at eleven o’clock at night. Then I did not have to rise till nearly eight.
This, of course, was for healthy birds. If I had a sick guineapig, rabbit, or bird, I never hesitated to get up many times during the night, for I have a theory that men and women who cannot or will not undertake the moral responsibility of bringing up children, should at least assist in the rearing of some created thing, if it is only a bird. Otherwise they become egotistical and absorbed in self.
Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
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One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
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I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
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I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
はじめに…
ここでのハイテクはEVAなどクッション性に優れた素材が使われているランニングシューズを基本とするデザインのものを指し、ローテクはゴム底でクッション性がないテニス/バスケットシューズを基本とするデザインを指す。最近はローテクでもアウトソールの上に極厚インソールを載せてクッション性を高めているものも多く出ている点には留意したい。また、シューズについての言説でよく目にする「◯◯(ブランド名)は幅がせまい！」などといったものは「私が履いたそのモデルは幅がせまい！」が正しく、主語がデカいってやつだ。大きな違いがあるのでこちらも心に留めておきたい。
【NIKE】
王者。ハイテクが強い、というかフロンティア。スニーカーマニアなら何足も持っていて、レアであることがステータス。投機対象。スウッシュにいくつか種類がある。昔のが好き。最初はオニツカのモデルを模したコルテッツを売ってただけなのにここまでになるとはね。手を使わずに履けるシューズの耐久性がどんなもんなのか気になっている。
【adidas】
世間に認知されてるのはローテク。量販店でオリジナルスを扱っているのは某マートだけだが、マニアに言わせると量販店モデルのスタンスミスは認めないらしい。3本線は元々adidasのものではなかった。なのに他社の平行線には厳しい。ハイテクだとboostシリーズはおすすめ。
世間ではめちゃくちゃ履き心地のよいシューズとして認知されている。必ずと言っていいほどUSA製やUK製(990番代)の信奉者から中国製(500番代)はマウントを取られる？ことでも有名。しかし生産国と履き心地には関連がない。クッション素材が重要なんだな。足に合えば/気にいれば安心して買ってください。ロゴは一周回ってやはりダサいと思う(基本的にどのブランドもでかでかとしたロゴはダサいとは思うが)。ローテクモデルもあり、こっちのほうがなんか好き。
【CONVERSE】
キャンバスシューズ界の王者。他にも数多くのブランド(SUPERGA/SPRING COURT/PF Flyers/Kedsなど)があるが淘汰されている。日本で流通している商品はコンバースジャパンが企画製造していて、NIKE傘下の米コンバースとは別の会社である。マニアから言わせると日本の商品はコンバースではないらしく、ここでもマウントが取られている。CAMPING SUPPLYとかCOUPEとかおもしろいけどね。ジャックパーセルは完成されたデザインよな。
【VANS】
スケートシーンで一択。他にもブランドはたくさんあるが一強。日本では某マートが商標持ってるので販売されているのは某マートの企画品。若者からの支持が厚い印象。ハーフキャブとかはあまり人気ないのかな？GRAVISとかもあったよね。
【PUMA】
ローテクのSUEDEシリーズがまず思いつく。ハイテクもありボリューミーなデザイン。あ、ディスクプレイズとかあったわ！TSUGIシリーズはおもしろかった。他ブランドの台頭により街で見なくなってしまった。あまりスニーカーに力を入れてないように感じる。
【Reebok】
おそらくPUMP FURYしか世間では認知されていないがハイテクもローテクもある。adidas傘下だったが販売不振で売却されてしまった。
【ASICS】
ランシューのイメージが強い。最近ではランシューをスニーカーとして履くのがオシャレらしい。少し前まではGELLYTEのようないわゆるニューバランスのようなスニーカーも知る人ぞで履かれていた。個人的にはGELMAIがデザイン/履き心地ともに気に入っている。
もはや高級路線。メキシコラインをあしらった定番デザインとかなり攻めたデザインの2本柱。日本ではメキシコラインが体育館シューズの印象が強いためか、海外のほうが人気がある印象。キル・ビルとか。セラーノはソールが薄いのに履き心地がよくて好き。
【MIZUNO】
スポーツシーンではすごいソールを更新し続けている。ASICSに続いて体育館シューズ？のイメージが日本人にはありそう。最近はニューバランスのようなクラシックラインもあるが街では見かけない。WAVE PROPHECYのような奇抜な？デザインもあり独自性もある。最近はミャクミャクモデルのようにコラボが増えている。IL BISONTEとのコラボシューズはお気に入り。
【BROOKS】
日本では無名だがアメリカでは誰でも知ってるランシューブランド。数年前まではスニーカーもあったけど今はランシューだけなのかな？
【SKECHERS】
クッション性に全振りしたコンフォートシューズ。メッシュ素材が多く、ファッションに取り入れるのは難しいかもしれない。量販店のPBが他ブランドをパクるのは世の常だが、NBのくせにわりと他ブランドのデザインをパクっている。デザインや配色を選ばなければ投げ売りされていることもしばしば。
【Allbirds】
SKECHERSの上位互換。
【MOONSTAR】
様々なブランドのシューズの生産を手掛けている。例えばコンバースのMADE IN JAPANモデル。最近は810sシリーズも安価かついなたいデザインで人気だが履き心地はうーん。GYM CLASSICを愛用中。
【SAUCONY】
数年前に某マートから販売されたが一瞬流行ってすぐに消えた印象。SHADOW ORIGINALは履き心地が良かったがJAZZは普通かなあ。ロゴがダサいとの声が多い。
【KARHU】
かわいいクマのロゴが特徴のフィンランドのブランド。なんとも表現しづらい配色が特徴。女性向けのデザイン/配色のような印象。投げ売りされてたランシューがめちゃ良かった。
【DIADORA】
バッジョが履いてた。ロゴが音符を並べているみたいな。Heritageシリーズくらいしか知らない。まだ日本で買えるのかな？
イタリア。サッカー界隈で流行った星の連弾ロゴ。職人の手作り/ホに見えるがユニオンジャックらしい。ソールも特徴的。
【WALSH/NOVESTA/blueover】
ハイテクのクラシック系。それぞれに特徴があってよい。blueoverは銀だことのコラボスニーカーが当たってしまった。
【le coq sportif】
このブランド特有のフランスっぽい？デザインが特徴だが製造・販売はデサント。女性に人気がある印象。最近ロゴから△がなくなったが、あったほうがよかった。ハイテクのシューズでも芯が入っていて履き心地は微妙。
【PATRICK】
フランス生まれの日本製。ハイテクローテクともにモデルが多く、素材も多種多様。サッカー起源のモデルも多い。30代~から支持されている印象。買ったモデルに関しては日本製だが特段品質面で優れているとは思わなかった。
【SPINGLE MOVE】
日本製。革のアッパー×しなやかなゴム底のシューズ。バルカナイズ製法でデザインにも特徴がある。男性向けのデザインのような気がする。セメント製法で貼っつけただけのローテクシューズと比較すると明らかに品質で差がある。
【Admiral】
ミツカンと同じかと思ったら上下が逆だった。この手のデザインのブランドってMobusとかマカロニアンとか無数にあるけどなんていうカテゴリーなのかわからない。クラシックではあるんだろうけど。最近はめっきり見なくなった。某プラザで販売されてるイメージ。
Time to Fly。とんでもなく分厚いソールが特徴でとくにローテクに慣れていると履いた瞬間になんだこれ!?となる。それと同時にボリュームが出るのでぼってりとしたデザイン。ランシューだがファッションで取り入れられることも多く、最近はスニーカーも販売されはじめた。
【on】
アンノーンみたいなデザインのシューズ。アウトソールに特徴があり、人を選ぶかも。こちらもランシューだがビジネスシーンで取り入れる人も多く、自分もその一人。定番モデルは見た目にボリュームがなく薄い印象のため取り入れやすいのかも。
【FILA】
現在は韓国の企業で厚底ブームに合わせて進出してきた。AKI CLASSICも似たような感じだろうか。あんまりわからん。
【SALOMON】
テック系がファッションシーンで盛り上がっていてその筆頭。タウンユースでは贅沢な機能性。アウトドアシーン向けなので履いたときの包まれ感はガチッとしている。
【MERRELL】
JUNGLE MOCが定番。自分には合わなかった。ソールがかてえ。
【KEEN】
サンダルやジャスパーシリーズが人気。フェスでよく見かける。足先にゆとりがあるデザインが特徴。
【Columbia】
アウトドアメーカーだがスニーカーも豊富。防水スニーカーなど日常使いできる選択肢を増やしてきてる印象。たまに公式を覗くとおもしろい。
PBも好きで買い漁ってる。無印良品のキャンバススニーカーが定番でよく履いてた。最近だとアルペン(DEPO)のPBがんばってる。
もう思いつかないのでこのへんで。ちなみにダンロップがライセンス品であることはあまり知られていない。
ツッコミなどなんでも歓迎です。
| レート | 所属 | 名前 |
|---|---|---|
| 1959 | IBUSHIGIN | Kakeru |
| 1949 | Bandits | MenaRD |
| 1926 | FAV | Ryukichi |
| 1925 | VARREL | moke |
| 1883 | SS熊本 | Higuchi |
| 1875 | G8S_Red Bull | gachikun |
| 1867 | BEAST | Fuudo |
| 1858 | HitBox | Kawano |
| 1857 | ROHTO Z! | Tokido |
| 1852 | None | Chris Wong |
| 1839 | WIP | ジャッシー |
| 1835 | Jr. | |
| 1834 | GyoGun | Mizuha |
| 1834 | SS熊本 | Nemo |
| 1817 | BC | Kazunoko |
| 1816 | Talon | HotDog29 |
| 1814 | TwisMinds | Oil King |
| 1814 | Nagoya OJA | KEI.B |
| 1811 | DFM | John Takeuchi |
| 1803 | BC | Otani |
| 1799 | BEAST | Daigo |
| 1798 | DFM | Nauman |
| 1795 | Red Bull | Bonchan |
| 1792 | Rox3 | NARIKUN |
| 1791 | IBSG | ササモ |
| 1789 | Flexigear | Tony_Shuai |
| 1789 | DFM | Itabashi Zangief |
| 1789 | None | vanpi |
| 1784 | IBUSHIGIN | cosa |
| 1782 | GyoGun | Mago |
| 1782 | Mousesports | Problem-X |
| 1781 | None | Akira |
| 1781 | CAG | GO1 |
| 1781 | エヴァ:e | Hikaru |
| 1780 | えびはら/ebihara | |
| 1778 | JIG | きしり |
| 1777 | NISHIKIN | |
| 1773 | SNB | Yamaguchi |
| 1772 | BC | Tachikawa |
| 1769 | CR/PWS | Shuto |
| 1768 | Victrix | Momochi |
| 1764 | 広島TEAM iXA/HT | ACQUA |
| 1762 | よっさん | |
| 1761 | Lexx | |
| 1761 | G8S | pugera |
| 1759 | FLY | Punk |
| 1758 | None | たゆたゆ |
| 1757 | 広島TEAM iXA | inaba |
| 1756 | ts | |
| 1755 | naooonn |
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2042 A.D.
WHICH HAS SUDDENLY APPEARED ON THE
THE EARTH'S CIVILIZATION WAS AT
A CRISIS OF BEING ON THE VERGE OF
COLLAPSE BY RECEIVING THE INVASION
OF FOREIGN INTELLIGENTAL LIVES.
AREA OF NEMESIS...
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ABILITY OF
COMBINED WITH THE
BY THEIR OVERWHELMING
THING WHICH MADE
GOOD USE OF ENERGY.
SCIENTISTS CALLED IT
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PROJECT METAL BLACK:
■A PERMANENT FREEZE
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THE EARTH'S GOVERNMENT
MADE A COMPROMISE
CALLED PEACE.
AND THE GOVERNMENT
CONCEALED NEWLY
PRODUCED MACHINES
"BLACK FLY"
HAVING THE SAME
INTO DARKNESS.
THE EARTH DIED,
AND IT WAS ABOUT TO ENTER UPON
SILENCE TIMES...
意外と現実的なところに文字数制限があって引っ掛かっちゃったので前後編にします
【前編はこちら：milet 5th anniversary live “GREEN LIGHTS” に寄せて（深読み注意）【前編】】
書きたいことは大体書けたのでアンコールはサクッと
もう行かなきゃって、ミレイ（みれい）に歌ってるみたいですよね。
どんな目の色してたか考えてるって、もう直接欲しがってないところが切ないです。
覚悟してても、迷いはあるという複雑で重層的な感情が伝わってきます。
まるで全ての時間軸のmiletさんの目が未来を見据えているような
そんなイメージを持ちました。最高です。
はい、ここまでタラタラたらたら勝手な解釈を展開してきましたが
おわりの時に流れる音源だけど、まさにここからの未来を見据えているかのような選曲ですよね。
こんな記事を書きたいように書いてるくせに何言ってんだって感じなんですが。
最終日の「もう良い加減さ、見たいように見るのは、辞めなきゃね」という言葉には痺れましたね。
MCで話す内容は事前にある程度決まっていると思いますが、この言葉は用意されたものでは無いという印象が強かったです。（もちろん邂逅の曲中の言葉もですが）
この4日間の公演で、大阪公演でのお客さんの反応が（良くも悪くも）この言葉につながってるはずなので、やっぱり4日間でなければいけなかった。
そう考えると、この公演をこの奇跡的な成功で終えられたというのは、たくさんのスタッフの想い、演者の想いが結実した結果だと思います。本当にありがとうございました。
結果から振り返ると、なにか神の力に導かれたかのようにも感じちゃいますね。（ニケ神ですかね）
この言葉は確かにその通りですが、それでも世界は自分が見たことでできていると思います。
なので、このことばに含まれている意味について、想像して発展させたいです。
私なりの、いま現在時点での解釈としては次のようなことが含意されているのだは無いかと思います。
ただ、これに関しても答えがないことなので、各自よく考えてみると面白いかもしれないですね。
「あくまでショーとして公演を楽しんだ」というスタンスと書きましたが
実際のところ大阪初日では、演出などから「もしかしたら引退してしまうかも」と、とまどいはありました。
ただ、アンコールのツアー発表とかグッズ紹介の感じで「あ、そういうことか」と思いました。
とはいえ、横浜初日で「言葉で伝えるのって難しいね」ってアンサーがあった時にホッと安心して、そのあとの時間は多幸感で満たされてました。
つまり何が言いたいかというと、4公演行けて良かったああああああああああああああああああ
どうしても過度な心配だったり批判の意見というのは提出したくなっちゃうし、受け止める側の衝撃も強いから目立っちゃう。
「ここが良かったよー、好きだよー」とか簡単な感想だとしても、良い感想で薄めてくのも大事だなって感じました。
最終日、邂逅で感情が溢れて詰まってしまった時、陽ちゃんとよっちのコミュニケーションで音を繋いでいたそうです。
無音と音があるんじゃ印象が違いすぎる！この瞬間を見られた人羨ましい！
推測ですが、2020年のGreen Lightsでも同じように「はっきりと思い出せない過去と同化する」ことをテーマにしようとしていたのではないでしょうか。
エニエニまででテーマてきには一区切りついてるので、当時はそこまでしか考えてなかったけど
コロナ禍を経て、戦争もあって、その先が見えるようになったよっていうことだったらかなりアツい。
初ホール・アリーナってさ、その公演自体が目標になっててもいいじゃん？
でもmiletさんは自分がパワーアップするためにこの公演に臨んだんだよね。
そういうところ、志が高くて好きです。
「みんな」じゃなくて「だれか」に対して歌っている楽曲のうち、
もう会えない人について歌った楽曲がマッチするんだと思いました。
とはいえ、過去に作った曲の歌詞がいまの心情とここまで重なるということは
本物のシンガーソングライターということだと思います。
その時のいろいろな思いを曲に込めて、それが普遍的なテーマになって
なんどでも歌い続けることができるって、すごいことですよね。
あらためて思ったのが、もっと楽曲に思い出を重ねていきたいなって思いました。
たとえば次にこのGREEN LIGHTSの中から何か演奏されたとき、このツアーで聴いた時の感情が一瞬のうちに蘇りますよね。
（日常で聴いて思い出すかもしれないですが）
ライブの定番曲が盛り上がるっていうのは、音とかノリはもちろんですが
意味や文脈が重なって盛り上がるってこともあるなぁって、思いました。
Wingsを聴いて、意図を考えて、思い浮かんだのがこの楽曲でした。
この曲の歌詞を見てみると、飛んでるのは「You」なんですよね。（だから応援ソングなんですね）
細かいところかもしれないけど、miletさん自身も飛翔しているイメージがあったのでとても驚きました。
期待したいのは、いつかまたライブでFly Highを演奏してもらうこと。
力強く地を踏みしめてるmiletさんが、さらに未来のmiletさんに向けてFly Highを歌っている姿を想像すると胸が熱くなります。
横浜初日のときにホールを使って映画のライブシーン前後の撮影がありました。
たぶんみんな「まんまやんけ」と思ったはず。（とても素敵でしたという意味です）
端の端の端でも参加できて、実質クランクインに立ち会えて嬉しかった。
いまmiletさんがブログを書いてるって見て、またちょっと安心した。
ここまで見てきたように、私はこの公演をコンセプトライブだと思って楽しみました。
今後miletさんがどんなふうにSNSで発信しても（急に明るくなったり、暗いままだったりしても）
Green Lightsのチケットや、当時の他の中止になったライブのチケットとかをローソンで返金しているところを思い出しました。
返金額を見て、こんなお金いいから、感動をくれよって思ってたかも。
このときの気持ちですら完全に思い出せなくて、さらに寂しくなり涙。
ここまで長々と「自分との同化」をテーマに据えてましたが、突然の別解釈。
コロナ禍で中止になったGreen Lightsとそこからの自粛期間。
このファンに直接届けられない期間のうちに、ファンが離れていってしまう不安を歌っているという解釈。
miletさんはコロナ禍を経ても、より一層人気のアーティストになりました。
でももしかしたら、コロナ禍でなければ今もまだ活躍していたアーティストだって大勢いたと思う。そして亡くなった人も、大勢いる。
そんな思いを全て背負って歌っているという解釈。
あ、以上です。ありがとうございました。
・つまんねえ！ってほどではないけど
感じ
・ソアリン的な映像を期待してたけどそこまでではなかった 「普通」によかった
でも雲の層から都会に以降するシーンのコーラスをブツ切りにしたようなあの曲はカッケェ〜！ってなった
・夫婦仲がいいので子供達が各自分のパートナーみつけて家族を作る際にすごくいいプラスのイメージ(ロールモデル)になるやろなあと思った
・鳥可愛い映画でなく「各鳥種のここが不気味！」がキャラデザの礎となってる感じ 不快ではない
サギに対して「この世のものとは思えない気の狂い方」と感じるのは万国共通なんやな…と思った
・アジアン渡り鳥一家、「アジア人目が細い描写はないが確実にアジア人（韓国系）や」とわかるのなぜ
名前「キム」ちゃんとか「エキゾチックでミステリアス」と聞いていたせいかアジア人の一重メイク(二重じゃないから目尻を盛る)的な感じ＋おでこ出してるから？
・アヒルの集団をヨガとかやるスピ的新興宗教的に描写するのは「今まで見たことないな…」ってなった なぜかちょっとヒヤヒヤした リーダー？の肩にクリーム色のリネン？的な生地の羽織とか前髪の感じとか色々絶妙というか的確に捉えすぎている…と思った
アヒル養場でウォーリーの人類的な(与えられるままに受動的一片だと肥えて自立心失うぞ)教訓くるか？と思ったけど無かった 一応その後モーテルに飛ぶまででアヒル達だけ目茶苦茶息切れしてたからそこでちょろっと描写してくれた感じか…？考えすぎや
・ダンおじさんも同行するぞ！の時の「おじさんが んで外の世界の過酷さを実感するやつか…？」と思ったら違った 元気なおいたん
手放しでええやん！なキャラではないが親戚の子を可愛いと思ってるのは行動の端々で感じられてGoodだった 背中で寝かせてあげたり良かれと風船ごと押し込んだり
・あとルリコンゴウインコが出てくると思ってなかったから う、嬉しい〜ってなった
ルリコンゴウインコ×東北弁、斬新だな…！ってなったけど都会を出るとあんまり方弁でない？故郷に帰った時に若干でてた？田舎の人が上京(強制)して故郷を方言漏れ出る位恋しがる的な…
檻の「こう動け！」のダンスとかおいたんがソウルイーターの武器みたくなるとことかよかった
・敵の初登場シーンのカッコよさよ
背中がバチクソ格好良すぎるので前から見ると「…ウン！」ってなる ほんま黒×金はカッコいい黄金組合せだしかつバキバキの虎＋あの髪型＋入れ墨とかカッコよすぎる このスタジオさんは悪役のキャラ造形か得意なんやなあグルー見たことないけど
・野生バード＝自由で幸せと思わんでください論争とかこのアヒル達を逃がしたところで次のアヒルが食べられるだけとかちらついたがまあキッズ向け作品なのでヨシ！
・キッズ向け作品だから親子連れ多めかなと思ったが映画好きそうな一人大人が4〜5人＋1〜2組親子
・2,3組くらい上映中出入りして前を通り過ぎていったが「まあええわ」的な温度感だった
・グルー番外編やると知ってなかった＋未視聴なので
「俺は鳥映画を見に来たのであってキャラムービーを見に来たのでは無いのだが??」となった でも漫画の集中線みたいなやつが白黒の明滅で表現されるのカッコええなあ入口でピカチュウフラッシュ注意喚起立て看板あったけど 上映時間90分と短めやなあと思ったがグルー外伝10分位とすると本編は実質80分くらいか
・エンディングロール(日本スタッフ)の取ってつけたような日本語タイアップ曲 大人の事情を感じる…
・お願〜い！ﾌﾟｨ〜！は面白くないし可愛くないしどういう顔で見ればいいのかわかんねえよ…とはなった
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脚本、スクール・オブ・ロックの人、でしたか…
これは失礼いたした
スクール・オブ・ロックといわれたら何も言えねえ
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14:03ニュース始めてみた
グルーの時に若干揺れてる？
熱気バサラはジョン・レノンの文脈を受け継いでることが俺の中で確定した。
⇅
マクロス７はそれまでのマクロスと異色の作品だったわけだが、それはまさにこの一点に尽きるのだということが完全に線で繋がった。
「戦争の武器としての音楽」ではなく、「音楽の敵としての戦争」を描いていたのがマクロス７。
なるほど。
なるほど。
エウレーカした。
俺はこれまで熱気バサラの精神を「物語の中の強烈な味付けのキャラクター」として捉えていた。
そうじゃない。
ジョン・レノンが見た夢を受け継いでる音楽家たちがマクロス７の時代にまだ生き残っていて、それと同じミームから生まれたキャラクターが熱気バサラだったのか。
メガネの形を見ればレノンがコンセプトにあるのは明らかなんだが、それが冗談なのか本気なのか俺には分からなかった。
それを本気でやってる人間が熱気バサラとして歌っていたなら、間違いなく本気だったということだな。
今までの半信半疑が無意味なまやかしだったとしか思えなくなる。
俺は何を迷っていたんだろうな。
答えは明白だったという気しか今はしない。
Buy American junk, don't produce domestically.
Defense information comes from America.
Maintain the emperor system as America says.
The Japanese army was more of turkeys on our radars.
In other words, if you go against America, your head will fly off (the rocket launch will also fail.)
Russia is your neighboring country, but you will operate it as America says, to contribute America by giving your national treasury.
こういうこと？
