There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying.
The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it.
The first part is easy.
All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and willingness not to mind that it's going to hurt.
That is, it's going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground.
Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard.
Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.
One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else when you're halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.
It is notoriously difficult to prise your attention away from these three things during the split second you have at your disposal. Hence most people's failure, and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.
If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination) or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above it in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.
This is a moment for superb and delicate concentration.
Bob and float, float and bob.
Ignore all considerations of your own weight and simply let yourself waft higher.
Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful.
They are most likely to say something along the lines of, 'Good God, you can't possibly be flying!'
It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.
Waft higher and higher.
Try a few swoops, gentle ones at first, then drift above the treetops breathing regularly.
DO NOT WAVE AT ANYBODY.
When you have done this a few times you will find the moment of distraction rapidly becomes easier and easier to achieve.
You will then learn all sorts of things about how to control your flight, your speed, your manoeuvrability, and the trick usually lies in not thinking too hard about whatever you want to do, but just allowing it to happen as if it was going to anyway.
You will also learn about how to land properly, which is something you will almost certainly cock up, and cock up badly, on your first attempt.
There are private flying clubs you can join which help you achieve the all-important moment of distraction. They hire people with surprising bodies or opinions to leap out from behind bushes and exhibit and/or explain them at the critical moments. Few genuine hitch-hikers will be able to afford to join these clubs, but some may be able to get temporary employment at them.
Read these books:
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
The Restaurant at the End of the Galaxy
Life, the Universe, and Everything
So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish
Mostly Harmless
And thats how to fly.
The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it.
The first part is easy.
All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and willingness not to mind that it's going to hurt.
That is, it's going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground.
Most people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard.
Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.
One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else when you're halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.
It is notoriously difficult to prise your attention away from these three things during the split second you have at your disposal. Hence most people's failure, and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.
If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination) or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above it in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.
This is a moment for superb and delicate concentration.
Bob and float, float and bob.
Ignore all considerations of your own weight and simply let yourself waft higher.
Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful.
They are most likely to say something along the lines of, 'Good God, you can't possibly be flying!'
It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.
Waft higher and higher.
Try a few swoops, gentle ones at first, then drift above the treetops breathing regularly.
DO NOT WAVE AT ANYBODY.
When you have done this a few times you will find the moment of distraction rapidly becomes easier and easier to achieve.
You will then learn all sorts of things about how to control your flight, your speed, your manoeuvrability, and the trick usually lies in not thinking too hard about whatever you want to do, but just allowing it to happen as if it was going to anyway.
You will also learn about how to land properly, which is something you will almost certainly cock up, and cock up badly, on your first attempt.
There are private flying clubs you can join which help you achieve the all-important moment of distraction. They hire people with surprising bodies or opinions to leap out from behind bushes and exhibit and/or explain them at the critical moments. Few genuine hitch-hikers will be able to afford to join these clubs, but some may be able to get temporary employment at them.
Read these books:
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
The Restaurant at the End of the Galaxy
Life, the Universe, and Everything
So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish
Mostly Harmless
And thats how to fly.
"Yo dude! I heard Superman learned how to fly using this definition!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, dude. He SOO did!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, dude. He SOO did!"
by Chattom, E September 08, 2006
by brian o'gorman May 01, 2006
An alcoholic drink mentioned in the movie My Blue Heaven starring Steve Martin and Rick Moranis. The band Murder By Death says the recipe is:
1 part light rum
2 parts banana juice (looza is perfect)
1 lime wedge per glass
ice
fill glass with ice, pour in liquids and stir. squeeze lime into drink and serve.
1 part light rum
2 parts banana juice (looza is perfect)
1 lime wedge per glass
ice
fill glass with ice, pour in liquids and stir. squeeze lime into drink and serve.
by sue de nimh April 07, 2009
it looks like a net but sterdy and has many uses
it can kill flies by hitting them
it can get stuff under the refrigerator
and it can also be used to spank someone
it can scoop a fish out of the water too
it can kill flies by hitting them
it can get stuff under the refrigerator
and it can also be used to spank someone
it can scoop a fish out of the water too
by kool-aidisabeast October 11, 2009
A strange person from jolly England that likes to chase drunken men around pubs, with promises of illicit favors.
Often seen wearing womans clothing, and in the company of a wombat and a dead nordic pony.
Often seen wearing womans clothing, and in the company of a wombat and a dead nordic pony.
Geeze go tackle Jerry before he embarrases himself again. Hes drunk and pulling a Sly Fly again. And for all thats pure and good in this world, Grab that wig off his head.
by Phydeaux2 March 20, 2004
flying whales are the most beautiful and magestic of all things in this universe. usually drawn by a girl named grace. flying whales are what we are when we dream, when we die, when we dance, when we smoke bud, when we believe. some people arent cool enough to fly with whales.
"your a flying whale"
"hey thanks"
"hey thanks"
by mammithadith September 12, 2008