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Well we finally did it. And this is not a world first that Australia should be proud of. According to new stats released last week, Australians are now the fattest vegemites in the entire world. Up until now, at the top of the list were a select few Pacific Islands nations like Nauru and Tonga and of course, America - but now we Aussies are the chubbiest on the globe. Lucky we’re ‘down under’ otherwise the tilt of the earth might become a bit too top heavy and we’d all fall right off the axis of our global spin. Why are we so fat? Is it the Y generations Plasma addiction or is it an age old problem that we’ve seen coming and done nothing about? It has to be those and everything else above - ’cause we’re the fattest of the fat. How embarrassing. Really, it is. Aussies are meant to be sun loving outdoor-sy types with a love for activities in the sun and outdoors. I say kill the import of video games, up the anti on foods we allow onto our shelves and implement compulsory rigorous physical education classes in our schools NOW. I’ve always had a really big problem with the way in which Australia has been Americanised. So many cultural spin-offs from America find their way to our shores and some of the worst include Fast Food outlets. I hate McDonald’s Food and the litter that accumulates around the car parks of these stores. The food is vile and the corporate attitude is cunning and mis-leading. Bugger off McDonald’s. I’m so like 20 years late on that one so I’ll leave it. But I can still hate them. Maybe I’m looking for someone to blame because I’m embarrassed that Australia is now the fattest population in the world? Well of course I am. We have to blame someone instead of our own hand that feeds our fat-cake-hole-gob-smackin’-mouths. Get moving and work your cheesey scroll bum hides and drink more water. For god sake - do something - and lose the Fat Australia. I’m off to have a cheese burger at Hungry Jacks.

The brains of gay men and women look like those found in heterosexual people of the opposite sex, research suggests. The Swedish study, published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences journal, compared the size of the brain’s halves in 90 adults. The study suggests sexual orientation may be set in the womb. “As far as I’m concerned there is no argument any more - if you are gay, you are born gay.” Dr Qazi Rahman - Queen Mary, University of London.

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It just goes to show that any content you publish out there on the web can be robbed right from beneath you in a flash. Nothing you publish about yourself is any longer your own when you put it out there on the web. Even our own web-site - www.happyguru.com - is at the mercy of a higher power. We too have been shut down by our own web provider. Admittedly it was my fault for being bad and doing something slightly wrong - though, the point is, our own business had its front doors locked by someone else and robbed from beneath us. This week I had the misfortune of having my personal Facebook page shut down. I received an e-mail to say that I had violated the terms of Facebook by promoting products on their social pages - a practice that isn’t in fact against their terms of use - but too bad - flick of the switch and I was good as gone. I wrote to Mr. Facebook 3 times and no-one has replied. I had over 1100 friends/contacts and had uploaded hundreds of pics and some videos. All gone! This experience has re-ignited the feeling that any content I publish in my various social utility pages is no longer mine, the moment I click “save changes” or “upload”. I now no longer have access to my administration rights as the creator of the Happy Guru Fan Page in Facebook - which makes us look really slack in that we can’t actively reply to friends of the page. I didn’t cry when I saw my page was deleted, but I nearly did. Apparently Facebook have been on the “delete escapade” a lot of late and many people have come to me since my new page was created to say that their own “delete experience” happened only recently also. If I was slightly paranoid, I’d be thinking that my homosexual slant to my page was a reason for the delete. Most of my friends are gay and they publish some risky content - but surely that’s not my wrong doing if I didn’t publish the content. Anyway, the point of the whole experience is that a moment like this act on Facebook’s part only reminds me of how little control we have of our own social utility pages. Will I put the same effort back into creating the same page for myself? No way. All those hours of creating content and then only to be deleted. What a downer! Information about us that we publish, always needs to be given careful consideration. What we upload and make available for the world to see on the WWW needs to be judged with care and we must always remember that the content is no longer our own when we click “upload”. If Mr. Facebook deletes me again he can kiss my butt. I sure as hell won’t return. If you have a Facebook page and you’d like to add me as a friend, just search for Duncan Carey through the friend finder function and I’m the only listing for my name in Australia. See you on Facebook, or maybe not.

Life is a bit like Madonna’s new track “4 Minutes” - a duet with Justin Timberlake. Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock. I only said that because I can’t seem to get that musical riff out of my head this afternoon. But it’s true - it’s like you can nearly hear life itself with that sound as a soundtrack … Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock. I’m 37 years old this year - and life goes faster and faster each year - each day. I particularly notice it when I wait to watch for a favourite TV show that goes to air only once a week. I find myself saying to myself, “Golly Gosh-O’s - is it that time again”? Do you remember when you were under 10 years of age and you were waiting for your birthday to arrive or for Santa to come? The days went so slowly - they took years to roll on by. Well, not years, but it sure seemed like it. It’s been 9 days since I blogged last and I really try to make more entries and more frequently than that. And there’s even techo-terms banged round these days that refer to pod-casters or bloggers who ‘lag’ on getting content out. Pod-fading is a term used to describe pod-casters who disappear off the scene with no shows coming out. I could well be accused of that term. I have pod-faded too. But the reason there hasn’t been a Happy Guru Podcast since March is that we have run out of server space and I have to purchase more to make room for the storage and download of the shows. Money’s too tight to mention - so that’s my “Pod-Fade Excuse” for now. The shows are due to come back in July. I wonder if anyone has missed them? I know I miss doing them. But anyway - Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock. Where’s the ‘life pause button’? I think that only comes when you’re dead. Or retired - for some. I even have a computer calendar pop-up that alerts me each day at 11am to make a blog entry. Do you think it makes any difference? Nup. Oh, but I try. And I’m going to try a little bit harder. Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock.

Steve Jobs (CEO) of Apple Inc. announced yesterday that the very fabulous iPhone is finally coming to Oz. It’s no secret that I’m the biggest fan of all things Apple Macintosh - I thank the lord for this fabulous suite of products, every single day of my life. itunes! iPods! iMac! Now - Yay - iPhone! That’s the most exclamation marks I’ve used in the past month. Exclamation marks - now that’s another blog in itself. They drive me half mad. Oh, and when people add One hundred and Fifty Million of them after a sentence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ew. Poo. Ergh!!!!!!!!!!

If you have no idea what an iPhone is - then allow me to enlighten you with this link to the Apple site where you can learn more.

I’m so excited - I don’t think I can hide it - I’m about to lose control and I think “I Like It”. Ok - for more iPhone - Click Here Thanks Loves.

Someone has been making cartoons of my experiences this week. I love it when cartoonists read my mind. Shopping for anything Double XL and Up is nearly impossible. I ended up in Target where size is not a problem in the “Big Fellas” aisle. Gosh and the boys lurking (oops, trying on clothes) - they’re big boys! Does that add to my shopping pleasure or remind me that all the big blokes need to stick together more. Both. Hoo rah. Yes. Of course, uniting the oversized is a new movement. And this is not a fat-so thing either. It’s about the ‘build’. Men & Ladies. People are bigger these days, and that’s all. It’s called Evolution and it’s high-time fashion gurus & clothing houses got it in their heads. There’s a market left ignored. Ten years ago in Asia, it was impossible for me to find my size in a T-Shirt. More recently I’ve noticed in Thailand especially that the people selling T-Shirts now stock Big Big Big Sizes for their European tourist customers. And well done. But back home we big kids don’t get much variety. Yeah we do big sizes, but where’s the cool threads baby? Oh I’m talking to a brick wall. Loved the cartoon. Have a beaut’ weekend. Duncan.

Hello Loves and Lovettes. Yeehaa it’s Friday. Even if you work on the weekend, Friday is a good day. I’m not working this weekend because it’s a long weekend in Sydney, so I’m taking the whole damn lot and taking it off. And why not? I’m the boss so I call the shots. It’s nice to be the boss. Sometimes it’s evil and challenges you in ways you’d rather ignore and set on fire - but for the most part - being the boss of your own day is just how I love it. Running a business isn’t easy, but it sure is better than working for someone else who always ends up appearing to know less than yourself. Is that egotistical? No. Not at all. It’s a right we earn to know our fabulous worth. Whether it’s a public holiday or not, or whatever day of the week it is - owning and running your own business means that you have to make decisions about how you allocate your time to get the work done. So if I want to take the day off - then that means a calculated decision needs to be made. Owning your own business is about making calculated decisions all day, everyday. We are all the boss of something, starting with ourselves. How will I entertain myself after work today? What will I do this weekend? How many hundreds, possibly thousands of decisions do we make each day? Goodness - there sure is many. Often we make decisions in mili seconds and others can take much longer. Do we get advice from a friend on what route to take when making a big decision? Most of us run ideas by people when we’re not sure on what’s best. Relying on your own instinct for good decision making is an empowering process. I certainly find myself juggling between relying on my own resolve and also other’s insight. The balance of seeking advice and from what source is a fun process that is healthy and wise. Being confident in your own decision making is a more satisfying process because we ‘thought of it ourself’ - and that’s where our own creative powers are most rewarded. I guess I am a solo pilot in most instances, I mean - I like to make my own decisions because when it comes to the execution I have myself to gauge on how well it’s done and how to design the ‘How-To’. I’m not an ego pig - but most I have to admit that 9 times out of 10 I think it’s my way or the highway. I have confidence in my own decision making processes and that’s good reason for me to be the boss. Take charge of your life as much as you can and be your own guru.
The purpose of this blog is still undecided. For now, just put it down to random babble from Duncan. Have a beautiful Friday and Keep Bouncing.

Well who would have thought? First it was Oprah Winfrey, the highest earning black female American, to break through the ‘white’ veils of American media/political powers. Now, for the first time in history, the USA have a Black Democratic leader to take them to the next presidential election. It’s a big deal. It was only back in the 1950’s that Afro-Americans were still being treated like herded sheep in the system and left for their own devices in survival against a system that had outright disregard for Black Americans. It’s Ok to be black if you’re a world renowned artist or musician - there’s no ‘power’ threats in a great black singer. Yeah, sing all you like about slavery - but you’re not going change the seats in the White House, no matter how many times your record goes gold. But now Barack Obama is on the starting blocks of the political agenda and change is already in the air. It’s not going to be an easy ride for Barack. His family history is not as “Americanised” as John McCain. Barack’s name sounds Arab, he is a half-cast black and he spent many years away from the states in his varied education and family commitments. Many Americans know little about this black presidential candidate. Many Americans even believe that he is from the Middle East and has only come to be known in The States due to American Military action in The Middle East. How scary is that? It sometimes feels like we outsiders to America know more about the internal political movements than the masses of Americans themselves. We sure do get fed a lot of information on our TV. Our own governments here in Australia are constantly influenced by decisions made in The States. Our clothing and music is more American than Australian - even if the product comes out of China factories. Even Halloween was on the scene in Sydney last year. Previously, we have never given 5 minutes to Halloween. So many cultural and linguistic influences constantly filter into our Australiana. I don’t like most of what we take on from The Sates - but for the first time in my memory, I really hope that a black man gets into power in the White House in November and we see big changes that are geared towards better humanitarian health for all people - especially Black Americans. Australia said “Sorry” to the indigenous Aborigines of our land - hopefully similar sentiments are spoken of in The White House if Obama gets the top job.
Have a beaut day.
Keep in Happy Places,
Duncan

It has arrived. It’s Day 2 of the Winter season. So what’s the big deal anyway? No big deal, I just really don’t get overly excited about the winter months. Sydney is one of those cities that suits the warmer months. The gloom of winter has well and truly arrived - the days are short, the weather is cold and bleak and I get the “winter doldrums”. I can nearly sense the moment my personality perpendicularity takes a 90 degree tilt to the side (either left or right), and I start to feel sluggish and lazy. Putting on extra clothes to keep warm is boring too. I get claustrophobic and feel all constricted. See, I having nothing positive to say about Winter. Winter is not me at all. Perhaps I’m a cold blooded reptile. I do after all love to bake in the sun on a hot rock by the water’s edge. I might start spending some more time on thinking of positive things to do in winter that make the season more bearable. I think I got off to a good start on the first day of winter. Yesterday was Sunday and it rained all day, so I sat at my Apple Mac and editing old family video footage and got up to date on hours of film edits. So that’s a good start, Winter might be Ok after all. Have a beautiful week all - and to our friends in the northern hemisphere - Now it’s your turn to gloat in the summer sun and make us jealous of your warm days. Love to you all, Duncan