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"speak and read at a 6th grade level, which is about the same as an IQ of 70"

Literally all of that is wrong, but what I said is that reading levels are not very scientific. And then he comes back and says "I agree they're arbitrary, but..."

Yeah, no, kid, they're not arbitrary, they're bullshit, and I can prove it. Let's take a look at this representative sample of AR ranked books:

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There are a few different reading level systems, their methodologies are all suspect, and none of them line up with each other at all. You can't even compare books and say "if book A is harder than book B on this system then all systems will rank A as harder than B" because they won't.

You see this sometimes at /r/whatsthatbook too - people will look for a book and say "Well, it's a third grade book" or "it's a tenth grade book". It's, honey, no. Books are not that finely grained that we can sort them by grade level.

I'm willing to believe that you can very broadly divide books - and literacy, I guess - into bands of "nonreader/functionally illiterate", "elementary", "middle school", "high school", "college", and "post-graduate". But you're going to have to make some judgment calls to do so, and if you don't explain your methodology then it is garbage.

And people don't have any concept of what they're talking about when they say things like "oh, Americans read on a sixth grade level". Like, what does that mean? What do they think that means? They can't tell you, and they're astonishingly ignorant of the fact that if you're saying something like this you ought to be able to tell us what you mean! That, I think, is a far sharper indictment of their education and critical thinking than whatever reading level we're assigning them and their literature to.

(And he is a kid - I keep forgetting. I need to put him on ignore, because he's very argumentative and while normally I'm all for a nice, rousing internet argument it's just not fair to pull it on an actual high schooler. I'm just better at it than he is. I'm better at a lot of things than he is, like assessing the information I've been given. And it's not that he's a particularly stupid or ignorant person - in fact, judging from what he's said I'm fairly confident that he thinks he's pretty smart, academically speaking - but I've got three decades on him.)

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Sep. 17th, 2026 09:21 am
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E: I wish that middle schooler was in our basement right now.

Me: ...

E: Wait, no!

The Good Life by Tracy K. Smith

Sep. 16th, 2026 09:21 pm
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When some people talk about money
They speak as if it were a mysterious lover
Who went out to buy milk and never
Came back, and it makes me nostalgic
For the years I lived on coffee and bread,
Hungry all the time, walking to work on payday
Like a woman journeying for water
From a village without a well, then living
One or two nights like everyone else
On roast chicken and red wine.


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Shanah Tovah!

Sep. 11th, 2026 08:25 pm
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I thought the moon was getting a little skimpy!

Buddy, you can't sing

Sep. 14th, 2026 08:58 am
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You also have no friends with you. Singing loudly along to your music (sans headphones) on the train is generally the sort of behavior we expect from people with friends. Were they scared away by your inability to carry a tune, or by your bad manners?

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The Cocoon by Robert Frost

Sep. 13th, 2026 06:26 am
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As far as I can see this autumn haze
That spreading in the evening air both ways,
Makes the new moon look anything but new,
And pours the elm-tree meadow full of blue,
Is all the smoke from one poor house alone
With but one chimney it can call its own;
So close it will not light an early light,
Keeping its life so close and out of sight
No one for hours has set a foot outdoors
So much as to take care of evening chores.
The inmates may be lonely women-folk.
I want to tell them that with all this smoke
They prudently are spinning their cocoon
And anchoring it to an earth and moon
From which no winter gale can hope to blow it,—
Spinning their own cocoon did they but know it.


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School's starting up again

Sep. 12th, 2026 05:57 am
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And the beaches are closed

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The train on Staten Island only goes from the boat to Tottenville and back. Also, it's free at most stations. Anyway, I got to the train to head to work and I saw a pack of middle schoolers - three 13 year olds and one 10 year old, apparently. They were arguing with somebody over the phone - a sister, I think - and after listening for a while I managed to piece together what had happened.

They were supposed to go from Jefferson to Dongan Hills, one stop on the train. They had decided the train was taking too long and they should take the bus instead. When they got on the bus, despite knowing better, they didn't want to ask the driver to let them off at the correct stop. Therefore, they ended up at the wrong stop, whereupon they decided that rather than hazard the bus again they'd take the train back. Their sister or whoever wanted them to wait where they were, and she'd come meet them - a fine plan, except that train wasn't coming for half an hour, and we've already established that these kids weren't very patient. Their plan was to catch whichever train came next and hope for the best.

This is the part where I stepped in, because that is madness. (I mean, as it happens the very next train would take them where they were going, but they didn't know that! And they weren't willing to ask the driver either, which as you'll recall is half of how they got into this mess in the first place.) I spoke to their whoever and promised I'd escort them to Dongan Hills, and then they could go the final stop on their own. And you wouldn't think they'd need an escort, but when they got to Dongan Hills I had to pull them back from trying to disembark there and go to their original destination. No, thank you, you've inconvenienced your family enough for one day.

You know, any one of them could've managed it. It's sending four boys together that causes problems.

Which is worse?

Sep. 10th, 2026 09:35 am
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Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 58


Which is worse?

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You like the chorus, but not the verse
14 (25.0%)

You like verse, but not the chorus
42 (75.0%)

Which is worse?

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You like the musical structure but not the words
22 (37.9%)

You like the words but not the musical structure
36 (62.1%)



(E suggested that the real worst is when you think you like it until you actually look up the lyrics, then you realize they're ethically dubious and promote rape or something.)

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Ponderings

Sep. 6th, 2026 07:14 pm
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Looking back on my journal from the old LJ Idol days is a painful reminder of how far I have come.

There's a billion reasons for it, starting with the mental illness and unmedicated insomnia, but still.  C R I N G E

I am grateful for better living through chemistry, and for growth, and for time smoothing the edges of some of those experiences.  But also, oof.  There's at least a dozen people I wish I could apologize to, and two or three I'd punch in the face and THEN apologize to because Reasons.  

 Then again, I am reminded of that "seven year" thing, where supposedly every seven years our body is totally new.  Well, it's been twice that.  Twice over, I've been renewed.  So I suppose I need to forgive myself twice over, for the mistakes and the foolishness, and the emo...

...yeah, not happening.  But hopefully I'll continue to do better.  

Hopefully.

LJ Idol: Introduction

Sep. 6th, 2026 01:06 pm
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Hi there!

I'm Kara, and under my original LJ name (Deyaniera), I started the very first game with Gary and the tiny group of awesome humans who loved Idol from the beginning.  IIRC (and my memory is awful, so I might be wrong) I came in second both the first and second years.  

That said, those original years were tiny comparatively, and in later, larger seasons I didn't get as far.  I'm here to support Gary and have fun, though, so while I would love it if I manage to get into the finals again, realistically I'll probably get knocked off in the first few weeks.  I played sporadically through the years, though I cannot claim a full streak back to the beginning.  Alas!  

Aside from Idol, my day job is state reporting for a charter school.  My hobbies include writing, video games, music, playing with the cats and Floof (my Giant Ridiculous Dog is a Great Pyrenes), and dealing with my health foo.  I have a couple books published and a lot of fanfic, and consider myself an Old.  This is not a pejorative to me, just a fact.  

I'm generally a hippie, unless you happen to be a fan of whatever football team is playing my Bears.  Proof of my hippie-ness lies in the fact that I count a few Packers fans among my nearest and dearest.  That said, as a hippie, I believe in helping people, not harming them, so... y'know, current reality leaves a lot to be desired for me.  (IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SPACE TRAVEL, NOT NAZIS 2.0 DAMMIT)

Work and school (oh, right, I'm back in school, the oldest person in my class, and woo, that's fun) generally eat my free time, but I am hoping to be graduating in the spring, so...  Wish me luck!  

Looking forward to learning more about everyone!  

I, Up they soar

Sep. 9th, 2026 11:03 pm
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I

Up they soar, the planet's butterflies,
pigments from the warm body of the earth,
cinnabar, ochre, phosphor yellow, gold
a swarm of basic elements aloft.

Is this flickering of wings only a shoal
of light particles, a quirk of perception?
Is it the dreamed summer hour of my childhood
shattered as by lightning lost in time?

No, this is the angel of light, who can paint
himself as dark mnemosyne Apollo,
as copper, hawkmoth, swallowtail.

I see them with my blurred understanding
as feathers in the coverlet of haze
in Brajcino Valley's noon-hot air.


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I've got a bit of a poetry backlog here. I don't much like posting poems too many days in a week, but as that's how I got into this situation in the first place you may be a little inundated until the situation is resolved.
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Plot and porn in the wrong order )

Too much backstory )

Not nearly enough backstory )

Seriously, is it too much to ask that they have the exact right amount of backstory? Enough so I don't have to think about it, but not so much that I end up thinking about it.

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I warned her!

Sep. 8th, 2026 10:17 pm
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I said "If we're putting the new washer on a riser, it needs to be a front-loader" and I said "I don't care if you think front-loaders aren't as good, we will not be able to wash clothes if you put a top-loader on a riser" and I said "If you're going to do this anyway, measure it! The water is not flooding above my ankles! The riser does not need to be taller than six inches!"

And did she listen to literally any of this? She's lucky we can open the lid!

I told her now, she needs to replace either the washer or the riser, one or the other, and she needs to do it. I can wash my clothes at work. I don't want to, but this is a thing I can do.
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(and also lots of real life people too):

I get that you have to live with your father's wife who hates you for being an affair baby (or your newly widowed stepfather who just hates kids, or your third cousin twice removed who hates that your mom was on drugs, or whatever) because the alternative is Real Foster Care. But who told you that this is worse? Was it your terrible family? And if so, why do you believe them?

Listen, I've read enough children's fiction to know that things can always be worse... but can they? Can they really? Foster care would probably be as bad as these awful people, but would it be worse than staying with people who won't let you take hot showers, force you to work and hand over all your wages instead of studying, or otherwise mistreat you in a way that belongs in a novel or a news report? At least they wouldn't be holding that threat over your head every time you blinked funny. And there's always the third, unofficial option of Staying With Friends. Depending on how much they resent you versus how much they'd rather not be bothered, they may be happy to let you do it, and lots of people do.

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I actively resent this current timeline. All the wrong people are dying and all the wrong people are living it up.
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The "host of our podcast" is entirely too chipper to be hosting a real-time podcast about trying to catch and contain a vampiric serial killer. The killer is a vampire, as are the detectives, but the victims are not.

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Thursday by William Carlos Williams

Aug. 27th, 2026 11:02 pm
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I have had my dream—like others—
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
and look up at the sky—
feeling my clothes about me,
the weight of my body in my shoes,
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
at my nose—and decide to dream no more.


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Dawn Revisited by Rita Dove

Sep. 4th, 2026 10:58 pm
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Imagine you wake up
with a second chance: The blue jay
hawks his pretty wares
and the oak still stands, spreading
glorious shade. If you don't look back,

the future never happens.
How good to rise in sunlight,
in the prodigal smell of biscuits -
eggs and sausage on the grill.
The whole sky is yours

to write on, blown open
to a blank page. Come on,
shake a leg! You'll never know
who's down there, frying those eggs,
if you don't get up and see.


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Me: What do you think the word apocalypse means, exactly? No, nevermind, I get it, you think it means zombies.

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