Alcatraz was on my ballot for being taken away from the government in order to become a Global Peace Center. I would like to say outright that as much as I believe in peace (thought I now realize that this doesn’t make sense and when someone says they want ‘world peace’ they are just dumb and don’t even understand that peace is really relative and that peace doesn’t even have a concrete meaning), I think this whole idea is HORRIBLE. Do people actually think that peace is better than a historical prison? I think not. No way. Prison is something that no one ever gets to see. Unless you are in prison, have family in prison, or are my sister. My sister hates prison, yet she spends all her time there. She likes to kick it with the prisoners in the South. Go figure!
I spent my 16th birthday at Alcatraz. Would I have wanted to spend it as at a Global Peace Center? NO. Global Peace isn’t edgy. Global Peace does not resonate with teenagers. Global Peace doesn’t have a cool audio tour where you hear the prisoners banging their silverware on the table. Global Peace doesn’t have a ferry that takes you there. Global Peace is not a tourist attraction.
I voted for Obama. I don’t know why. I really wanted to vote for Mitt Romney. He wasn’t on my ballot. I didn’t really want to vote for him, I just find him interesting because he reminds me of the dad from 7th Heaven. Is that bad?
Something horrible happened today–I learned that people who actually do math and science don’t use Excel. I talked to two people who are nerdy Jewish boy science/math people and neither of them had heard of pivot tables. I thought I was SO GREAT for knowing about pivot tables. They made me feel like I was really intelligent and mathy, but apparently I was way wrong. Me and Joe:
me: do you know what pivot tables are?


January 31, 2008 at 3:25 am
January 31, 2008 at 5:30 am
I have done your bidding. The definition is below. Discuss.
peace /pis/ Pronunciation Key – Show Spelled Pronunciation[pees] Pronunciation Key – Show IPA Pronunciation noun, interjection, verb, peaced, peac·ing.
–noun
1. the normal, nonwarring condition of a nation, group of nations, or the world.
2. (often initial capital letter) an agreement or treaty between warring or antagonistic nations, groups, etc., to end hostilities and abstain from further fighting or antagonism: the Peace of Ryswick.
3. a state of mutual harmony between people or groups, esp. in personal relations: Try to live in peace with your neighbors.
4. the normal freedom from civil commotion and violence of a community; public order and security: He was arrested for being drunk and disturbing the peace.
5. cessation of or freedom from any strife or dissension.
6. freedom of the mind from annoyance, distraction, anxiety, an obsession, etc.; tranquillity; serenity.
7. a state of tranquillity or serenity: May he rest in peace.
8. a state or condition conducive to, proceeding from, or characterized by tranquillity: the peace of a mountain resort.
9. silence; stillness: The cawing of a crow broke the afternoon’s peace.
10. (initial capital letter, italics) a comedy (421 b.c.) by Aristophanes.
–interjection
11. (used to express greeting or farewell or to request quietness or silence).
–verb (used without object)
12. Obsolete. to be or become silent.
—Idioms
13. at peace,
a. in a state or relationship of nonbelligerence or concord; not at war.
b. untroubled; tranquil; content.
c. deceased.
14. hold or keep one’s peace, to refrain from or cease speaking; keep silent: He told her to hold her peace until he had finished.
15. keep the peace, to maintain order; cause to refrain from creating a disturbance: Several officers of the law were on hand to keep the peace.
16. make one’s peace with, to become reconciled with: He repaired the fence he had broken and made his peace with the neighbor on whose property it stood.
17. make peace, to ask for or arrange a cessation of hostilities or antagonism.
February 1, 2008 at 3:37 am
Man I don’t know where your schools went on field trips, but in Pennsylvania we go to the state forest or to our classmates’ dairy farms.
February 2, 2008 at 4:19 am
Julia, one of the joys of reading your blog is that i can also read the replies of the witty walker and clever ms. cooper