too many Daves

Having just used the comments section of somebody else’s post to nitpick about lack of disclosure, I want to pause and acknowledge that my own blog — despite links to this short bio and this hodgepodge about privacy, ads, and links — falls far short of the meticulous disclosure readers get from someone like Jeff Jarvis. If you haven’t read Jarvis’ disclosure statement, you should. It’s really something.

That said, I don’t have much to disclose these days. That is sure to change since I bought a Lotto ticket yesterday. Update to follow. (And really, that’s the point. I disclose when I feel like there’s something to disclose. I try to do it right in whatever post a possible conflict might relate to. My last post, for instance, linked to a newspaper op-ed written by my uncle. In that post, it felt important to mention that my uncle is, well, my uncle.)

Finally, something that is not in my bio: At the giddy behest of my children, I’m growing a mustache all this month. Does that make this blog suddenly pro-mustache? Hardly. While some kind people claim to like my mustache, I don’t. A guy whose band I photographed back in December deemed my mustache “pretty sleazy” and predicted it will only get sleazier by the time February runs its blessedly short course. I agree. But I’m having fun. So rather than skewing pro-mustache or anti-mustache, I think the bias of this blog will continue to be toward doing harmless things — mustache-related or not —for the amusement of grateful children.