2012 index

 


This is a journal from 2012. It includes essays, poetry and other stuff I did during that calendar year, highlighting some of the most traumatic events of my life. So, clearly, the names have been changed to protect the guilty.



Obama strikes again Tuesday, January 03, 2012

Waking up to Obama Wednesday, January 04, 2012

Bloomberg the economic nazi Friday, January 06, 2012

Chatter Saturday, January 07, 2012

Social engineering Sunday, January 08, 2012

Made in China Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Build it, but they won’t come Thursday, January 12, 2012

Development like baby blocks Saturday, January 14, 2012

An outlaw comes home Sunday, January 15, 2012

Who can protect me now? Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Bad feelings Feb. 17, 2012

Wraiths in the night Thursday, January 19, 2012

Gone, but not forgotten Jan. 20, 2012

Forty years ago, today February 4, 2012

Bad feelings Feb. 17, 2012

The perfect storm Feb. 18, 2012


What more can any man ask for? Feb. 25, 2012

With only one eye to see February 28, 2012

Like Bloomberg March 1, 2012

Pete left a big footprint Friday, March 02, 2012

A lot of memories of Big Pete March 3, 2012


Life goes on March 4, 2012



Not the same March 13, 2012

Someone who can actually write? March 14, 2012

Who is this person? March 15, 2012

The parking man can March 16, 2012


The real cheese March 17, 2012

Barely breathing March 20, 2012

A change in dynamics March 24, 2012

That strange night in March March 25, 2012

Something special (March 2012)

Four Star Diner (March 25, 2012)

Meeting at the diner March 2012

Sweet Tuesday Morning March 27, 2012

Bar talk March 27, 2012

Moment to moment March 28, 2012

German beer March 31, 2012

Rose Bush (March 30, 2012)

The clock face of love (March 30, 2012)

No sharp edges (March 31, 2012)

Suggestions? April 5, 2012

Dots on the window April 6, 2012

A dark landscape April 7, 2012

Loss of reason April 7, 2012

Inside and out (April 10, 2012)

When no is not enough April 10, 2012

Questions and answers April 12, 2012

Cub April 13, 2012

All she could wish for April 14, 2012

Obsessed or not obsessed? April 17, 2012

Career Day April 2012

Little me (April 18, 2012)

Cloud 9 April 19, 2012

Clean April 19, 2012

Hard road from nowhere April 20, 2012

Fear of flying (April 23, 2012)

Washington Park (April. 24, 2012)

Sunrise over Newark Bay (April 27, 2012)

Notebook April 29, 2012

Interview May 1, 2012

It doesn’t get any better than this (may 2, 2012)

Stormy weather? (My 3, 2012)

Spring sprung to early – and too late (May 4, 3012)

Texting May 5, 2012

I need a drink May 6, 2012

Who exactly did you mean? May 2012

The face I can’t face May 2012

The good-hearted stalker May 2012

Vampire May 2012

Hold me tight May 2012

An empty jar (May 7, 2012)

Sneak attack (May 7, 2012)

Just give me some truth May 8, 2012

Ride of a life time May 9, 2012

Protected (May 9, 2012)

Afternoon Delight May 10, 2012

Hair brush May 11, 2012

Grand opening May 2012

A change in the wind May 2012

My Birthday Wish May 2012

Windows on her world May 2012

Disaster! May 2012

If that was not enough May 2012

All together now (May 12, 2012)


Truth and justice May 14, 2012

First prize at last May 13, 2012

Wish waters (May 15, 2012)


Loser (May 15, 2012)

Void (May 16, 2012)

Rhyme and reason (May 17, 2012)

Sorry won’t do it (May 18, 2012)

Mist (May 18, 2012)

Not good enough in the first place May 18, 2012

Soft summer days (May 19, 2012)

Nectar (May 19, 2012)

Cigarette glow May 20, 2012

So far from home (May 20, 2012)

No vampires, only me (May 22, 2012)

Empty playgrounds May 22, 2012

After the surge May 23, 2012

I hate being wrong (May 24, 2012)

Thanks but no thanks May 25, 2012

Stalker (May 25, 2012)

Roof top (May 26, 2012)

Stupid things May 26, 2012

Walking with God in Woodstock? (May 26, 2012)

Walking with God? May 27, 2012

Tail Feathers (May 27, 2012)

Indictment May 27, 2012

Temporary (May 27, 2012)

For whom the bell tolls? May 27, 2012

No one owns their own life (May 27, 2012)

Do rocks talk back? (May 27, 2012)

A bitter draught May 28, 2012

Love as a battle field May 28, 2012

Never enough (May 28, 2012)

Does anybody really know you? (May 28, 2012)

Sailing (May 29, 2012)

Tight Rope (May 29, 2012)

The Wall (May 29, 2012)

I am the egg man (Tuesday, May 29, 2012)

Suicide note (Wednesday, May 30, 2012)

Thorn bush (Wednesday, May 30, 2012)

Fish food (Wednesday, May 30, 2012)

Angels in the infield May 30, 2012

Back to square one May 31, 2012

What you got to do May 31, 2012

Spreading her wings with hopes to fly May 31, 2012

Out in the desert again? May 31, 2012

In high gear May 31, 2012

Fear of falling May 31, 2012


Photo credits June 1, 2012

Daisies June 1, 2012

The need to let go of it. June 1, 2012

Channel surfing June 2, 2012

Dead flowers June 2, 2012

To come or go? June 2, 2012

This or that? June 2, 2012

Beware the poet June 2, 2012

Storm June 2, 2012

Natural law June 2, 2012

Leave it to the lark JUne 2, 2012


Butterflies are free to fly June 3, 2012

Mother load June 4, 2012

A need to survive June 5, 2012

All or nothing June 5, 2012

Walking on egg shells June 6, 2012

Consumed with passion? June 6, 2012

A weakness for poetry June 8, 2012

Minimal contact June 9, 2012

Artery June 10, 2012

No return to the garden June 11, 2012

The permanence of impermanence June 11, 2012

A change of shift June 14, 2012

Time has a life of its own June 14, 2012

A party for a magazine? June 16, 2012

Feeding the beast that feeds on me June 17, 2012

Entwined Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Giving Point June 18, 2012


Somebody else June 19, 2012

A bottle of wine June 22, 2012

Someone to comfort her June 22, 2012

In need of a raise June 23, 2012

How to succeed at meditation without really trying. June 25, 2012


Finding peace June 26, 2012

Sun God, Tree of Life, and her June 26, 2012

Walking with God or alone? June 26, 2012

On her own terms June 27, 2012


Won’t fade away June 28, 2012

A talk in the park June 29, 2012

More about yesterday. June 29, 2012

Is this a thaw? June 30, 2012


Putting things in perspective July 2, 2102

Pursuit of happiness? July 3, 2012


A friendly warning July 3, 2012



Coworkers or what? July 5, 2012


Information is like gold July 6, 2012






Ripped open July 11, 2012


A betrayal of trust July 13, 2012


Forgiveness is not possible July 13, 2012


What was said and not said July 14, 2012


Issuing her terms July 15, 2012


Friendly advice July 17, 2012

Staggered July 19, 2012

On thin ice July 19, 2012

A strange bird July 20, 2012

Isolated and furious July 21, 2012

A gesture of dismissal July 23, 2012

A man in a fog July 26, 2012

Walking on Egg Shells July 27, 2012

Distracted July 28, 2012

Happy Birthday July 29, 2012

Monkey wrench man July 30, 2012

Interaction at the main office Aug. 1, 2012

If you move, you sink Aug. 3, 2012



Trickle up (August 2012)




Swimming in quick sand (Aug. 4, 2012)

The cycles of life – well, almost (Aug. 5, 2012)

An exclusive club of one (Aug. 6, 2012)

Troubled water August 6, 2012

Sink holes August 7, 2012

Half right Aug. 8, 2012

A learning experience Friday, August 17, 2012

A glittering surface September 1, 2012

Over the rainbow September 2, 2012

Truthful September 20, 2012


Master of my own fate Oct. 10, 2012




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