12/6/25
It's my birthday. My wife is sending me sexy pictures, my friends are joining me on our podcast, my 3-month old is cooing on her play-mat adjacent to me.
It's a good day.
I'd finally consider myself in a spot to avoid the constant voice of deconstructive criticism that tends to reverberate around, in my brain. It's hard to be of a certain age, with a certain piqued level of self-awareness, and not feel entirely disappointed with oneself - despite one's feats and successes.
That said, I'm feeling like I'm in a good spot. Things can - and will, and then won't, and then will again - get better. Which sounds like a Motivational Speaker mantra, but hey...when truth smacks you in the face, just hope it doesn't come at a significant cost.
Don't be arrogant. Be confident. That'll be $775, please.
This advice doesn't come for free, people.
There's nothing to complain about, in short. So I'll keep this one short, and come back again soon.
Thanks for the birthday wishes.
-dp
?/25
Well well well....
This aspect of a personal website has gotten me into a considerable amount of trouble, over the years.
What, I ask then, is self-expression? Free speech and such? The things people shout out in the streets are somewhat safe; they're ephemeral. The written word, it would seem, provides an enduring impact.
It's always been - with perhaps a few exceptions - an opportunity to write daily. I could do it in an actual tangible physical book, but I've seen my handwriting lately, and it's damn-near illegible.
So keystrokes, it is. Here goes nothing.
Dislike or dismiss, engage or enrage.
And so it does; so it goes.
-dp