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I love working in a mostly residential neighborhood. Two kids have set up an honest-to-god lemonade stand down the block. In front of the post office - I think they got some marketing advice from a parent. The last one I saw was in front of a house off the main drag, but this will work much better.
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I was reading a blog post about marking age/reading levels on books, and found this wonderful philosophy regarding allowing your kids to read:
[My father] once told a friend who was astounded by something I was reading: “If she’s too young to understand something either it won’t hurt her, or she’ll ask us and we’ll explain it to her. If she’s old enough to understand it, then it won’t hurt her.”

Yes. I was allowed to read pretty much anything, and I think it contributed a lot to my education. Historical fiction is the only reason I know anything about certain historical periods, since I found history class to be unbelievably boring and always tuned out. And I would ask my mother, "Why would this character have done this? Wouldn't it have been a good thing?" and she would explain how the time/culture was so different from what I knew.

I plan to tell my kids they can read anything in the house. I may hide away half-a-dozen or so very explicit books, but that's it. Anything else is fair game.
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Twice this week, I have had teenagers bring me stuff they thought was inappropriate for kids to check that I knew about them. And I had to explain both times that they were perfectly fine for the ages they were intended for, and that many people did not find them offensive. Meanwhile, I'm mentally thinking that isn't this the age where they should be rooting for more nudity?

One was a 13-year-old girl who thought It's Perfectly Normal shouldn't be in the children's room (it's a sex ed book for children, hand-drawn, cartoonish pictures). Then, a 14-year-old boy going through a stack of manga the YA librarian had brought in, and exclaiming that many shouldn't be available to teenagers be cause people were nekkid! Again, not photographs, hand-drawn, in B&W.

I despair for healthy attitudes toward sex in the future.

a good day

Aug. 4th, 2007 04:34 pm
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Well, I'm the popular librarian today! I not only let the kids play Monopoly, but when it turned out the dice were missing, I made them paper dice from a template online. They were astonished that you could make dice.

And we also got a little grammar lesson after I heard "dices" (it just hurts my ears). They somehow thought that having only one "die" was funny.

giggle fit

Feb. 6th, 2007 03:44 pm
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I must be starved for laughter - I don't know why I've been giggling about this for 5 minutes.

A young boy just came into the library, marched straight to the info desk, and announced (in an oddly prideful tone) "I can't feel my ears!" with a big smile.

I don't know - it was something about the delivery. It just struck me as really funny.
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Here's an article (editorial, I guess) about the incredibly different lives kids lead. This one is a little more all-encompassing than the nature-deprivation one:

The Boredom Machine

She certainly makes some good points. When was the last time you saw kids making up their own games? Playing outside unsupervised? They just expect to be entertained by others, thus the "I'm bored" refrain.
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I just finished writing this for my bloglines blog, which I'm pretty sure no one reads, so I'm reposting here for a wider audience.

Reference URL: Growing Up Denatured(NY Times, registration required)

I was just thinking about this the other day, it's part of the reason I would like to move to a semi-rural, or at least much less densely populated area: there's nowhere for kids to play here. Planned playgrounds are simply not the same.

I was not by any means an outdoorsy child, but I remember quite a lot of time spent tramping through various unclaimed lots and neighbors' backyards. Even just reading in a "secret" space in the woods near my house; climbing trees, walking home dripping wet from falling in the lake, finding the shortcut between two subdivisions that saved you from climbing a fence or going an extra half-mile to the connecting road (sadly, that shortcut has now been widened and paved for easier access - my brother and I were both horrified that it looked all "official" now).

A childhood without any experiences like that does seem deprived, as stupid as "nature-deprivation syndrome" sounds. I don't want a child who has never had to be coaxed out of a large tree (as I was - and the coaxing was so we could go home, it wasn't even in my own yard). Or who has never learned for *themselves* some of the inevitable laws of physics which lead to skinned knees, poison ivy, and even broken bones. That child has also never had the delight of learning that rasperries fresh from the cane are much better than the ones in the supermarket, or that toads are actually dry and leathery to the touch, or that everything looks a lot different from 15 feet up a tree.


Aug. 23rd, 2004 12:46 pm
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OK, I can't find any articles online about this, but Friday we had an event at my branch, run by Verizon, to celebrate DSL coming to the neighborhood. They donated some books to the library, and had someone read to the kids.

James Earl Jones.

So I got to hear him reading The Lion King in person, which was pretty damn cool. I didn't exactly get introduced to him, but he did say Hi to me. Amusing, they asked the kids what was their favorite movie he's ever been in (or been the voice in), and not a one said the Lion King. Unanimously Star Wars. And these were little kids.

So, that's my cool news of the day.

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