Kingfisher

[なかた @naxkaxta]

いまこそ4年前のアルゼンチンレポーターのメッシへの素晴らしい取材を思い出したい
「あなたのユニフォームを持たない人はアルゼンチンにいない。正規品ではなく、模倣品や想像で作ったものかもしれない。
あなたは人の人生を輝かせている。それはW杯優勝よりも偉大なこと。どうか忘れないで」

[Sérgio Santos @ZAMENZA]

Em uma entrevista, Haaland comentou sobre esse momento com Gabriel Magalhães:

"Se eu caio, é cartão vermelho. Nunca faria isso. Poderia ter feito o Gabriel ser expulso por essa cabeçada, mas meu pai me ensinou a ficar de pé."

[ᜰ @markklfc]

Lionel Messi when asked about breaking two World Cup records against Egypt:

🗣️“People told me after the match that I had broken two more World Cup records. Honestly… I didn’t even know. And to tell you the truth, I don’t play for records anymore. Records are beautiful, but they were never the reason I fell in love with football.

“The only thing I care about is seeing my teammates celebrate in the dressing room and seeing the smiles on the faces of the Argentine fans. If they leave the stadium happy because of something we did together, then that’s worth more to me than any statistic.

“Football has given me everything I could ever dream of. The only thing I try to give back is happiness. If one child watching us tonight goes to sleep smiling because Argentina won, then that’s the greatest reward I could ever receive.

“When we were 2–0 down, nobody on the pitch was thinking about records. We were only thinking about each other. We looked into each other’s eyes and said, ‘We can still do this.’ That’s what this team is built on belief, sacrifice, and never giving up.

“Individual achievements will always be forgotten one day. What people remember is how a team made them feel. I want this Argentina team to be remembered for its heart, for its courage, and for making our people proud, no matter how difficult the moment is.

“Every time I wear this shirt, I feel the love of millions of Argentines. That’s a responsibility I carry with pride. If I can help this team keep winning and give our supporters another night they’ll remember forever, then I don’t need any record to tell me I’ve had a good game.

“One day I’ll stop playing, and someone else will break every record I’ve set. That’s football. But if, years from now, people remember that this team never stopped believing and that we made an entire country dream together, then that’s the legacy I truly want to leave.”

[クロクマシアター @sorehatigauy]

M!LK × 宝塚歌劇団花組
『好きすぎて滅!』

貫禄がすごすぎるって！！
圧巻のコラボすぎて鳥肌たったわ...

#MILK #宝塚 #FNS歌謡祭夏 https://t.co/WM6UUfgZOM

[Kingfisher @0109_black69]

最高でした！
#小手る
#コテンペスト

[小手伸也/SHINYA KOTE @KOTEshinya]

全く想定外の着地になりましたが、舞台に立つからにはやることは1つ！全力でお客様を楽しませられるよう頑張ります！ほどほどに #小手る とは思います(笑)
#コテンペスト 本日初日！頑張ります！

[Rafaela @Rafanolua]

Achei que o brinquedo ia roubar a cena… mas o gato entregou TUDO no drama
Essa reação foi digna de tapete vermelho .

[j wall ✡ @jwhaifa]

My daughter got detention for defending her late Marine father — but when FOUR MEN IN UNIFORM walked into the school the next day, the entire building went silent.
"Mrs. Harrison, you have to understand: Grace’s behavior was completely UNACCEPTABLE. We respect your husband’s service to this country, but..." her teacher said.
My 14-year-old daughter sat beside me, her eyes glassy.
The day before, one of her classmates had made a joke about Grace not having a father.
He was a Marine. Grace was only three when we lost him.
So when that girl laughed and said, "Maybe your dad just didn’t want to come back," something inside Grace snapped.
She shot to her feet so fast that her chair slammed to the floor.
Through tears, she shouted,
"My dad was a HERO. Don’t you ever talk about him like that again!"
She was the one who got detention.
She barely said a word the whole way home. That night, I found her sitting on the floor in my husband’s old sweatshirt.
"I’m sorry I got in trouble," she whispered. "I just couldn’t let her say that about him."
My heart cracked wide open.
The next morning, the school called an emergency assembly.
I assumed it had something to do with Spirit Week. A few minutes after the first bell, Grace texted me from the auditorium.
Then my phone rang.
"Mom..." she whispered, her voice shaky. "You need to come."
I stood up so fast I knocked over my coffee.
"What happened? Grace, are you okay?"
There was a long silence on the other end.
"Mom... four men in uniform just walked into the school."
"Hide right now. What’s happening? I’m calling the police!"
But Grace laughed.
"No, Mom, they’re not doing anything bad. You have no idea WHAT JUST HAPPENED! Just get here, please!" she said, before the line went dead.
I didn't bother grabbing my purse. I threw my keys into the ignition, my heart hammering against my ribs, and sped to the high school. When I burst through the double doors of the auditorium, I stopped dead in my tracks.
The room, packed with over eight hundred teenagers, was completely, eerily silent.
Down the center aisle stood four imposing figures in impeccable Marine Corps Dress Blues. The brass buttons caught the overhead lights, and their crisp white covers were tucked sharply under their arms. I recognized the man at the front immediately. It was Staff Sergeant Miller—my late husband’s closest friend and squad leader. I had called him in tears the night before, just needing someone who understood the weight of the disrespect Grace had faced. I hadn't expected him to do *this*.
The principal, Mr. Davis, stood awkwardly at the podium, looking completely out of his depth.
Staff Sergeant Miller didn't wait for permission to speak. He stepped up to the front, taking the microphone from the stand, and his booming, authoritative voice echoed through the massive room.
"We apologize for the interruption, Principal Davis," Miller said, though his tone suggested he wasn't sorry at all. "But we received word that a young lady in this school was being disciplined for defending the honor of a fallen United States Marine."
A collective gasp rippled through the student body. The teacher who had given Grace detention slunk back into her seat in the front row, her face turning crimson.
Miller’s heavy gaze swept across the bleachers. "Where is Grace Harrison?"
Grace stood up slowly from the middle row, still wearing her dad’s oversized sweatshirt.
"Come down here, Grace," Miller commanded gently.
As she walked down the bleacher steps, the three other Marines broke formation and fell perfectly into step behind her, creating an impromptu honor guard. They escorted her to the center of the floor.
Miller turned to face the silent crowd. "Captain Mark Harrison didn't just 'not want to come back.' He gave his life pulling three wounded men out of a burning transport vehicle in the middle of a firefight. I know, because I was one of those men. None of us standing here today would be breathing if it weren't for Grace's father."
The silence in the room was absolute. You could have heard a pin drop. A few rows up, the girl who had made the cruel joke the day before was staring at her shoes, visibly crying.
Miller turned back to Grace and dropped to one knee, bringing himself to eye level with her. He pulled a small, velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a gleaming Challenge Coin from their old unit.
"Grace," he said, his voice thick with emotion but loud enough for the microphone to carry. "Your father was the bravest man I ever knew. You stood your ground yesterday, just like he would have. You protected his honor, and now, his squad is here to protect yours. We have your back. Always."
He pressed the heavy metal coin into her palm, stood up, and then all four Marines snapped a crisp, perfectly unified salute to my fourteen-year-old daughter.
Tears streamed down Grace's face, but they weren't tears of anger or shame anymore. She stood tall, squared her shoulders, and returned a clumsy but beautiful salute of her own.
Suddenly, from the back row of the bleachers, a single student stood up and started clapping. Then another. Within seconds, the entire auditorium erupted into a deafening standing ovation. Even Mr. Davis and the teachers were on their feet.
I hurried down the aisle, wiping away my own tears, and wrapped Grace in a massive hug. Staff Sergeant Miller tipped his head to me, a fierce, protective glint in his eye.
Before we could leave the building, Principal Davis rushed over to us in the hallway. He looked thoroughly chastised.
"Mrs. Harrison, Grace," he stammered, wringing his hands. "I... I want to formally apologize. The detention has been completely wiped from her record. We will be handling the bullying incident with the other student appropriately, and frankly, I think our staff needs a heavy refresher on empathy."
Grace squeezed the coin in her hand, looking up at the four men in uniform who had dropped everything to stand by her side. She didn't need to say a word. The message had been delivered loud and clear.
Captain Mark Harrison had left a legacy of courage behind, and that day, an entire school learned exactly what it meant to be a hero's daughter.

[샷🫶🏼 @v_latte_nnn]

프로젝트 헤일메리 멕시코 프리미어 때 한 어린이 박물관에 방문한 고슬링이 로키와 처음 만나는 터널을 재현해놓은 영상 구조물 앞에서 너무나 즐거워 하는 영상 ㅠㅠ 보는 나도 그저 웃게된다 넘 따숩고 좋다

[Mike Netter @nettermike]

Jason Everman. Guitarist in Nirvana, bassist in Soundgarden. Kicked out of both. Most people would have called that rock bottom. Jason called it a starting point. In 1994 he put down the guitar and enlisted in the Army, eventually serving with the 2nd Ranger Battalion and then completing the Special Forces Qualification Course, deploying to both Afghanistan and Iraq as a Green Beret with 3rd Special Forces Group. After leaving the service he went to Tibet, studied in a Buddhist monastery, came back, and then earned a philosophy degree from Columbia University with a letter of recommendation from General Stanley McChrystal. Nirvana. Soundgarden. Army Rangers. Green Berets. Columbia University. There is no template for a life like that. Jason Everman just lived it.

[Noah @NoahKingJr]

joining a zoom meeting 1min early

[ヴィズマーラ恵子🇮🇹 @vismoglie]

品川瑞希(Mizuki Shinagawa)さんが、ブリテンズ ゴット タレントに登場、複雑かつ息を呑むようなエアリアル シルクパフォーマンス。力強くダイナミックな動き、これまで見たことがない。素敵👏

[Jøta. m|c|a @jota_mca]

"¿Por qué creó Dios el mal?"

[Esta es probablemente la mejor respuesta que he escuchado a la pregunta.]

Un Profesor Universitario preguntó a sus alumnos:

"¿Todo lo que existe fue creado por Dios?"

Un estudiante respondió con valentía:

[Lucy @TheLucyShow1]

Soldiers reuniting with their dogs is so heartwarming 😭🐶❤️

[パリ好き🇫🇷 @parisfrfr]

ジャン・ロレンツォ・ベルニーニは、この作品を大理石の一塊から彫り上げたとき、まだわずか23歳でした。

https://t.co/AedDvyeuAA

[Jun Fukunaga fka LC @LadyCitizen69]

ヤバすぎるスキルで見惚れる。ベースの人ガチハンパないっす。

最近見た中で1番すごいと思ったセッション動画。生まれ変わったらこれくらい弾けるプレイヤーになりたい。

[Salty Medic @MedicNamedHope]

Being told for 20 years that we have no culture . . .

And then discovering that a lot of Japan absolutely adores our culture.

It's gonna he a good day.

[freeze deer（農繁期） @freezedeer]

もうこれ、ラノベでよく見る「独善的な宗教に悪魔として虐げられた、エルフや獣人達の魂と尊厳を救済する転生主人公」のシーンだろ。

ただリプを自動翻訳しただけなのに、なんでラノベの一番泣けるシーンになってるの。
相手は南部のおっちゃんで、若干、硝煙臭いが。

[クレア @kureakurea01]

リプ欄が人間で溢れてる。今日起きた出来事はXにとって歴史に残る象徴的な現象です。これまでのXは、伸びているように見えても、実態は自動化された反応や収益狙いの定型リプが先に目につく場面が多かった。けれど、このリプ欄に映ってるのは少し違う。日本の囲炉裏焼きに、アメリカ側が自国のBBQを持ち寄って返し、さらにそこへ別の文化圏の料理や言葉が重なっていく。

しかも反応が、煽りでも対立でもなく、「うちの食文化も見てくれ」「それはBBQというよりseafood boilだよ、でも教えるよ」といった、人間の温度を帯びた会話になっている。

ここが歴史的なんだ。

SNSの本当の価値は、拡散そのものじゃない。

異なる生活圏の人たちが、同じ話題を前にして人格のある反応を返し合えることにある。

肉の焼き方、囲炉裏、CoCo壱、ソウルフード、言葉の違い。そんな本来ならバラバラのものが、アルゴリズムによって一つのタイムライン上に並び、しかもリプ欄がBotではなく「ちゃんと生活している人間」で埋まっていく✨

これは、アルゴリズムが単に滞在時間を稼いだという話ではない。人間同士が反応したくなる文脈を発見し、増幅することに成功した、ということだ。

💡面白いのは、ここにあるのが正しさの勝負ではなく、文化の持ち寄りだという点。

アメリカの肉文化がマウントとして出てくるのではなく、日本の囲炉裏やすき焼きへの驚きと敬意が入口になっている。

そこへ「いやそれはBBQではなくseafood boilだ」と訂正が入っても、空気は壊れない。

なぜなら今このリプ欄では、勝つことより参加することのほうが価値を持っているから。

アルゴリズムが成功する瞬間というのは、まさにここだ。人が殴るためではなく、混ざるために集まってくる時である。

たぶんXが長く苦しんできたのは、会話を量で増やしすぎたことだった。

数字だけを追えば、リプは増やせる。

だが、増えたリプが中身のない定型文やスパムの温床なら、場は衰退する。誰もそれを読まない⚠️

今回の現象が希望なのは、リプ欄に並んでいるのがそれぞれ固有の生活、固有の台所、固有の週末を持った人たちだからだ😎

焼き網の上にある肉の厚みまで、その人の人生の厚みとして見えてくる。これは単なる投稿の成功ではない。タイムラインが人間の展示場に戻った瞬間なんだよ✨

そして、ここにXの未来がある☝️

政治や炎上や収益テクニックだけでは、人は長く居つかない😱

けれど、文化が文化を呼び、食が食を呼び、誰かの何気ない日常が海を越えて別の誰かの誇りを刺激するなら、そのプラットフォームは強い。

アルゴリズムの理想形は、怒りを増幅する装置ではなく、遠く離れた人間同士の「見せたい」と「見たい」を自然につなぐ翻訳機であるべきだから🥰

このリプ欄が人間で溢れているのは、偶然じゃない。

Grokが会話を増やしたのではない。Grokが、ようやく人間の会話が起きる場所を見つけたのだ。

もしこれを維持できるなら、Xはまだ終わらない。

むしろここからだ。

世界は対立でつながるより、肉や飯で「うちの飯も見てくれ」でつながるほうが、ずっと健全で、ずっと強い。

[最多情報局 @tyomateee]

猫の顔をTシャツにプリントするのは見た事あるけど、さらにその上を往く人は初めて見た😂

[タンタンパパ @tintinpapa1]

何の写真かわかりますか？

パリにあるノートルダム大聖堂を
5年以上にわたって修復してきた
すべての作業員の記念写真なんです

よく見るとみんな上を見てるでしょ
みんなようやったがな！👏😭