Crikey’s First Dog On The Moon Spreads Happiness!

I’ve met some lovely people, online and offline, since I came to Australia.

Party it’s because Sydney is a fantastic city. It really is. It’s so big there’s a group for you to join, whatever you’re into. People are friendly and normally behave themselves. The anti-social behaviour that now so plagues the UK is next to non-existent in the city centre at least. It’s sunny and gorgeous and I’m Happy here. Heck, I’ve only been threatened with violence once, and that was by a creationist science-denier, so it doesn’t count.

But partly it’s because the Internet is awesome. We live in a wonderful time. From the abysmal horror of Web 1.0, the blogosphere and social networks have arisen and let us connect and communicate and fling information around in the most wonderful ways. I recently became fired up (a year late, as usual) for Twitter. If you don’t use it you should try it. In a way it’s just another social site with a twist: it’s text-only, and every update is 140 letters or less. Some call it microblogging, but I prefer to think of the Facebook status update without the extraneous crap. It’s quick-fire and you can do it from the web, an app on your PC, the mobile web or even SMS! You can use a Facebook app to update your FB status when you Tweet. Hilariously, the steaming pile called MySpace (yes, I’m on there, too) also has such app, but it works in the wrong direction. Facepalm.

But that’s not really what I’m here to talk about. I’m here to talk about Happiness. Epicurus said:

Of all the means which wisdom acquires to ensure happiness throughout the whole of life, by far the most important is friendship.

He might have been right, you know. And social networking works best when the technology plays second fiddle to the community. What makes Twitter is the people who Tweet: The Tweeps. Take web communications technology, and add friendship to it and you have the most wonderful potential for Happiness!

One of the Tweeps I ‘follow’ on Twitter is First Dog On The Moon. He’s a cartoonist who may be familiar to my Aussie friends. He supplies charming political cartoons to Crikey!

I don’t know him very well, but he’s doing a pretty good job of teaching me about Australian politics (I and hate learning about politics). He’s also very friendly and had a wonderful, a truly marvellous idea a few weeks ago. I’ll let him pick up the story:

I was cleaning my office, looking for something to distract me from cleaning my office, when I wiped my whiteboard clean and… for no good reason, cartoonly duplicated 20 twitter avatars with a whiteboard marker. Poing! Just like that. These were a random selection of people who I have had twitter conversations with some of whom are proper internet friends and some of whom were there at the time and well, I love everybody. I felt a bit foolish. But there they were. I posted it. (I am still uncomfortable with the term tweet as in “I tweeted it”) but I did.

And you can guess the rest. The requests came flooding in, Mr Onthemoon got busy and a silly, gleeful party atmosphere overtook my little corner of the Twitterverse, as my (still relatively new) friends admired each other’s new faces. The First Dog did over 90 in about as many hours. And I was super-kindly included!

An avatar for Dave The Happy Singer made my First Dog On The Moon

An avatar for Dave The Happy Singer made by First Dog On The Moon

Yay!

Isn’t that lovely? Just a wonderfully mad idea that just made people Happy and then escalated. And the good news is, First Dog has apparently benefitted a little from his generosity:

I have also increased by about million followers in no time at all. I have asked people to nominate me for a shorty which is a twitter award. No really, they have them. I have inadvertantly raised my social media profile quite a bit. People are blogging about it….

Yes, Doggie, people are blogging about it. Good. He’s lovely. He also has an online shop, which I encourage you to visit!

And that brings us to a topic that I want to cover more soon. You don’t need to invoke the supernatural to show that a positive, optimistic, Happy and loving attitude can bring forth abundant rewards. Happiness is both contagious and it grows. We just need to get out there and spread it.

So, First Dog On The Moon, I salute you! And it occurs to me that I haven’t yet seen the favour returned. So, I don’t have a tablet, I can’t draw and I mouse with my non-writing hand. But I just want to say:

A Twitter avatar for First Dog On The Moon by Dave The Happy Singer

An avatar for First Dog On The Moon by Dave The Happy Singer

Gigs for January!

Hi guys!

I’ve got gigs to announce for the rest of January! I really, really appreciate your support, so please pop down if you can!

First up is this Sunday evening, 11st January at the SongsALIVE! Showcase at the wonderful Kellys on King in Newtown! (Facebook users, please invite your friends here!) The show starts at 7.00 pm but the godless hordes attending the Sydney Atheists Meetup will still catch my set if they head down to Newtown after the speaker.

I will also be playing at the Petersham Inn for the very first time on Wednesday 21st at 8.00pm. I’d particularly appreciate it if you could turn out for this one and help me make their First Time very special! There’s a Facebook event for this one, too!

Both shows are free!

I’ve also added a permanent page of Dave The Happy Singer’s Upcoming Gigs which you can bookmark! The next couple will be listed in the sidebar, and there is even an RSS feed for Dave The Happy Singer’s gigs! If you subscribe to that, you’ll always be informed!

My New Year’s Resolution: Be A Proud Creationist

GOTTA LOVE a captive audience:

Throngs at Blues Point for NYE

Throngs at Blues Point for NYE

This was the scene in the late afternoon of New Year’s Eve 2008 at Blues Point on Sydney Harbour, just one of dozens of popular vantage points around Port Jackson. The audience assembled and impatient, it was an opportunity just made to be seized by advertisers with a special message. The medium? Skywriting!

There were two frankly bizarre messages for us to digest as we drained the first of many bottles of beer. The first one manically screamed, ‘CALL MUM TELSTRA’.

I think Telstra is a daft thing to call your mother, personally. Scratching my head, I realised this must be a new take on the tired ‘Yo mama’ meme, to be interpreted as:

Your mum’s so fat, bloated, arrogant and inept she can’t even submit a compliant bid for the National Broadband Network before the deadline for the tender process has passed!

The second message was even more bizarre. After the excitement of the first message and the realisation that there was only Australian beer left and the sun hadn’t yet set, we were rapt to see the skywriter trace out the word ‘THE’. We gazed on as he added, ‘CREATOR’. Intrigued, we cooed as the pilot scrawled ‘IS’… and waited for the payoff…

JESUS‘.

Fuck. I mean, that’s not even biblically accurate, surely! Jesus doesn’t come in until after the Triwizard Tournament! According to Genesis, Yahwehdidit. He was so clever, he managed to create the world twice in two different orders!

Yes, I know Colossians 1:13-16 states that Jesus made everything, but to me it smacks of retconning on Paul’s part.

Oh, I should probably mention that the theme for this year’s fireworks extravaganza was Creation. Sydney Council even seem to think that life was ‘created’ (which is news to me) but they don’t go so far as to tell us who did it or how. I’ve heard that one somewhere before…

The odd thing, though, was a sense of revulsion among my friends. Not at the Prosel-O-Plane, though that was mildly off-colour. No, some of us noticed an instinctive adverse reaction to the word ‘creation’. And that gave me pause for thought.

Creation, you see, is amazing. It’s one of the most special things about being a conscious and thinking animal. The glory of art and music, architecture and literature, design and engineering is a stupendously, gob-smackingly wondrous thing.

There is another very special type of creation, by the way. Making a model to fit the most baffling of observations, a model robust enough to withstand aggressive scrutiny, yet flexible and humble enough to adapt to new insights. It’s a scientific theory and it’s a beautiful thing.

As a species, we might fairly be described as a shameful cancer that is destroying the only life-bearing planet we know. But while we must take responsibility and grow up as a species, there is much we can rejoice in and be proud of. Paley’s watchmaker may have turned out to be blind all along, but digital watches are still a pretty neat idea.

So do be proud. The creator is… you!

The great irony in creationist thought is that it demands a lack of creativity, requires a shut-down in imagination, expects us to switch off our brain and accept trite dogma. Creationism is the Windows Me of philosophy, but our technology has improved. There are better ways to know our origins and fate.

So this year, my resolution is to reclaim the word creation for those who actually bother to contribute to it. Personally, I’ll be doing more songs, more recording, more impro, and more writing. But what every you do: code monkey, painter, poet, or yes, research scientist: do it creatively!

And if that sounds like a lot of effort, take comfort in the knowledge that you are not alone. Firstly: we can do this together!

And secondly, the last laugh was ours on New Year’s Eve: we had a clear visit from the True Creator. Shortly after midnight, His Noodly Appendage touched us all:

The Flying Spaghetti Monster and his appearance at the Creation-themed fireworks.

The Flying Spaghetti Monster and his appearance at the Creation-themed fireworks.

Deep gratitude to the wonderful friend who hosted us. It was a great party.

Peace and reason.

Happy New Blog!

A BLISSFULLY HAPPY NEW YEAR!

… and so begins Dave The Happy Singer: The Abominable Showman’s Happy blog!

Dave The Happy Singer at Sydney Harbour for NYE 2008/2009

Dave The Happy Singer at Sydney Harbour for NYE 2008/2009

This is not the world’s first blog, nor is it even my first blog. I dabbled with the idea of online, rolling Happy Singer news long before blogs were called blogs. Of course: I Did It Wrong, as we say on the Internet. In the meantime, the trail has been well and truly blazed, by intellects greater than mine, and I find myself breathlessly chasing the bandwagon, wheezing and stretching… for what, exactly?

This blog is mine. I say that now, because you will probably disagree with me soon. That’s cool. I love disagreements; they make me learn stuff, and that’s hawt. I will shamelessly promote my songs, shows, merchandise, causes and recordings, but only if I sincerely believe it’s worth your time, dear Reader. I will sometimes talk about things that bore or offend you. That’s cool. Free expression is priceless, and the Happy Singer gives a shit about that.

That said, I try to be a nice guy, and if you do disagree or object to anything I say, I invite you to let me know!

Happiness. It’s a big deal. What makes us Happy? Why should we be Happy? Can we spread Happiness? How important is it to be Happy and is it even cooler to make others Happy?

I don’t know the answers, but I am really excited about going on a journey with you to see what we can learn! Philosophy and science have lots to tell us, and I’ve really only scratched the surface. I do know that I love being Happy and making other people Happy. I’ve been trying for nearly ten years. But why? Maybe you’re a philosopher, a psychologist or a neuroscientist: if so, I’d love to hear what you have to share, even a link to something Happiness-related would be cool!

What else can you expect? Well, it’s my blog, so stuff I love I guess! Reason and compassion, probably. Religion and our defence against it will crop up. I’m a geek; there’s no denying it. As I write, Australia’s broadband minister, Senator Stephen Conroy, intends to censor this awesome country’s access to the Internet, a prospect that appalls me. I’m going to rant. The mating rituals of Homo sapiens sapiens are an endless source of laughs, pain and joy for me. Science rocks hard, and describes our universe better than any other method of inquiry, period. Science is inquiry: it’s reason applied to the real world. Woowoo is never as much fun as the real world, real life, or our amazing universe. So woowoo can expect short shrift.

But I want this to be a light-hearted journey… laughter makes me Happy. And even if I can’t make you Happy, if I can make you smile, this will have been worthwhile.

That’s it. My manifesto. Every new blog starts with an awkward introductory post, and this was mine. Greetings to the John Titors among you, cruising back from the future to see where the awesome/infamous/controversial/damning bloggery all started. I hope you enjoyed the journey.

Whatever you think of me or my thoughts, I sincerely wish you peace, reason and Happiness. I hope you’ll join me on this journey by subscribing to the blog. Until then:

Take care and Stay Happy!

Dave
The
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Singer
xxx