There is a way the average person can fly. There is an art, or more of a knack, to flying.
The knack lies in learing how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
I suggest, pick a nice day, and try it.
The first part is easy:
All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and the 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 will fail to miss it faily 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 prize 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, 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 the learn all sorts of things about how to control your flight, your speed, your manuverability, and the trick usaully lies in not thinking too hard about whatever you want to do, but just allowing it to happen as if it were going to anyway.
You will also learn about how to land properly, which is something you will almost certainly screw up, and screw up badly, on your first attempt.
Good luck.
I have managed to achieve the all important moment of distraction once, while jumping into a pool. Upon nearly touching the water, I noticed a dead bat floating out of the filter. This of course made me think of my little sister, who was currently in the pool and hadn't noticed the bat yet. My mind was set on not freaking her out while simultaneously getting her out of the pool. It was then I realized I had yet to splash into the water but was simply hovering there, without any cats or toast in sight! Once I realized this, I hit the water...
My sister and I were fine, by the way.
Information on this section is based on theories of Douglas Adams
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Another View
This is an exerpt from the biography of Douglas Adams, a literary genius, God rest his soul. To fully understand the following, start reading a book or magazine right now...
...you are reading a book, a rectangular block of laminated wood pulp. Some huge vegetable, probably grown in a Scandinavian monoculture where no birds sing, has been harvested so that its fibre can be chemically and mechanically treated to make paper. Oil-based pigment has been squeezed onto the paper by machines. The resulting black marks are intended to convey information using an invention, language, so creative that it can generate sentences like this one which has probably never been writen before in the history of the species. With luck you will still find it intelligible. If the wood-pulp tree were still standing, you'd want to lean against it.
In terms of quantum physics, you and the book are mostly empty space consisting of infinitesimally tiny nuclei surrounded by clouds of electrons whizzing around in (relative to the nucleus) hugely distant and ultimately unknowable orbital clouds that nevertheless can only possess discrete values. The nuclei contain still smaller components, and their numbers determine what you're made of. All but the very lightest elements in your bady were synthesized in the thermonuclear hearts of stars and blasted into the universe by explostion. You're at the bottom of a gravity well of a planet that is moving at nineteen miles a second around its solar central heating unit that is one star of about a hundred billion in the local system. Gravity is - by millions of orders of magnitude - the weakest of all the binking forces of the cosmos, but it weighs heavily oin you because you're so tiny compared to the mass of our planet. What's more, you're living in a thin envelpe of dangerously reactive gases. You don't give this a moment's thought because, of course, you know all this is normal...
...you are reading a book, a rectangular block of laminated wood pulp. Some huge vegetable, probably grown in a Scandinavian monoculture where no birds sing, has been harvested so that its fibre can be chemically and mechanically treated to make paper. Oil-based pigment has been squeezed onto the paper by machines. The resulting black marks are intended to convey information using an invention, language, so creative that it can generate sentences like this one which has probably never been writen before in the history of the species. With luck you will still find it intelligible. If the wood-pulp tree were still standing, you'd want to lean against it.
In terms of quantum physics, you and the book are mostly empty space consisting of infinitesimally tiny nuclei surrounded by clouds of electrons whizzing around in (relative to the nucleus) hugely distant and ultimately unknowable orbital clouds that nevertheless can only possess discrete values. The nuclei contain still smaller components, and their numbers determine what you're made of. All but the very lightest elements in your bady were synthesized in the thermonuclear hearts of stars and blasted into the universe by explostion. You're at the bottom of a gravity well of a planet that is moving at nineteen miles a second around its solar central heating unit that is one star of about a hundred billion in the local system. Gravity is - by millions of orders of magnitude - the weakest of all the binking forces of the cosmos, but it weighs heavily oin you because you're so tiny compared to the mass of our planet. What's more, you're living in a thin envelpe of dangerously reactive gases. You don't give this a moment's thought because, of course, you know all this is normal...
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Toothpicks
We as a human society, can no longer function as efficiently as we used to in the age of the caveman. Everything was perfect during that age, but now society is corrupt, polluted with technology, power, abuse and dislike for everything that occupies the same planet, upon which, everyone of us has the same ambitions and abilities as everyone else. But since the age of cavemen, human beings have recieved pointless power, and destructive individuality.
The reader at this point might be curious as to what this has to do with the title, so I'll explain now.
As proof of corrupt society, I say, "Look to the Toothpicks." read the following... you might be able to read this on a box of toothpicks as well...
1)Hold stick near center of its length.
2)Moisten pointed end in mouth.
3)Insert in tooth space, blunt end next to gum.
4)Use gentle in-out motion
It seems to me, that any civilization that has so far lost its head as to need to include a set of detailed instructions for use in a package of toothpicks, is no longer a civilization in which I can live and stay sane. Earth has become so polluted by stupidity, that it's inhabitants have been driven completely bonkers.
It is because of this idea that I change my name to Harpsichord the Sane.
The reader at this point might be curious as to what this has to do with the title, so I'll explain now.
As proof of corrupt society, I say, "Look to the Toothpicks." read the following... you might be able to read this on a box of toothpicks as well...
1)Hold stick near center of its length.
2)Moisten pointed end in mouth.
3)Insert in tooth space, blunt end next to gum.
4)Use gentle in-out motion
It seems to me, that any civilization that has so far lost its head as to need to include a set of detailed instructions for use in a package of toothpicks, is no longer a civilization in which I can live and stay sane. Earth has become so polluted by stupidity, that it's inhabitants have been driven completely bonkers.
It is because of this idea that I change my name to Harpsichord the Sane.
Y on Earth do we have cancel buttons on toasters?!?!
NO seriously! Why would ANYONE require the use of a CANCEL BUTTON on a TOASTER?!?!
I just dont understand! If anyone making breakfast decides at a random point during the initial toasting, that they feel as though they dont actually want toast, then they think to hard, about the simplest things!!! ITS JUST TOAST!!! There isnt a lot of thought processes that go into the decision of lightly burning condensed wheat! Its either, "sure, some toast would be swell," or "na, i dont need toast today." What kind of a person would just change their mind about the importance of their toast that suddenly?!?! Not even people who suffer from Bipolar disorder would need to change their mind that fast!!! ITS ONLY BREAKFAST!!! IF IT WERE THAT IMPORTANT, NO ONE WOULD BE EATING THE CONDENSED WHEAT, BUT INSTEAD BE FORCED TO CHOKE DOWN PROTEIN PILLS AND ENERGY DRINKS AND THE LIKE!!!!!
(sorry, I needed to rant, I hate the cancel button, and I just cant believe that someone would go along with it.........)
I just dont understand! If anyone making breakfast decides at a random point during the initial toasting, that they feel as though they dont actually want toast, then they think to hard, about the simplest things!!! ITS JUST TOAST!!! There isnt a lot of thought processes that go into the decision of lightly burning condensed wheat! Its either, "sure, some toast would be swell," or "na, i dont need toast today." What kind of a person would just change their mind about the importance of their toast that suddenly?!?! Not even people who suffer from Bipolar disorder would need to change their mind that fast!!! ITS ONLY BREAKFAST!!! IF IT WERE THAT IMPORTANT, NO ONE WOULD BE EATING THE CONDENSED WHEAT, BUT INSTEAD BE FORCED TO CHOKE DOWN PROTEIN PILLS AND ENERGY DRINKS AND THE LIKE!!!!!
(sorry, I needed to rant, I hate the cancel button, and I just cant believe that someone would go along with it.........)
How to Fly
Monday, May 23, 2005
FYI
Hey, this is for all the regular people who read my blog (all 907 of you, you know who you are), and this post is to inform all of you that I will be creating another blog site of my own in the short future which will act as my personal journal. I wish I could posts more articles on this blog in short amounts of time, but, that just isnt the case. If new material reaches me, I will still update this blog, but for everyday that I dont have article material, I can at least write in my new blog about everyday life... A link to my new site should be posted soon, once I actually create it...
TTYL ;)
TTYL ;)
Monday, May 16, 2005
Death
afterlife, annihilation, bereavement, casualty, cessation, curtains, darkness, decease, demise, departure, destruction, dissolution, downfall, dying, end, ending, eradication, eternal rest, euthanasia, exit, expiration, extermination, extinction, fatality, finis, finish, future home, grave, grim reaper, heaven, loss, mortality, necrosis, obliteration, oblivion, paradise, parting, passing, passing over, quietus, release, repose, ruin, ruination, silence, sleep, termination, tomb, un
This are the synonyms of death, to take the edge off of the "bliss" post. I'm not sure I really like this post. . . sorry. . .
This are the synonyms of death, to take the edge off of the "bliss" post. I'm not sure I really like this post. . . sorry. . .
Bliss
Bliss. Cloud Nine. Elation. Euphoria. Exaltation. Happiness. Heaven. Joy. Love Nest. Luxury. Marriage. Paradise. Peace of Mind. Pleasure. Rapture. Satisifaction. Transport. Utopia. Zest.
What do all these words have in common? Read the title, their all synonyms of the word bliss. Its life in general.
Bear with me, I'm really happy.
What do all these words have in common? Read the title, their all synonyms of the word bliss. Its life in general.
Bear with me, I'm really happy.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Me
If you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on top of the other David Bowies, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty beach robe you would then have something which didn't exactly look like me, but which those who know me would find hauntinly unfamiliar. The fact of the matter is, I have been driven insane by the jetlag, the trip to Italy, and the lack of electronics over the past few weeks. The only thing that's keeping me from twitching on the floor right now is the fact that I am in a relationship with one of the best people ever (love u Anna). So after all this waiting, all you (you being the poor defensless reader) have to read is some lame random article that states that I am unbearably happy...
Thanks for listening!
Thanks for listening!
Random Quotes
"Life is like a peaked out electronic raspberry sundae with peanuts..."
-Anonymous
"Have you ever noticed how the word 'horticulture' is so unlike the word 'asparigus'?"
-Tim R
"Or like how the word 'histogram' is so unlike the word 'chili-dog'?"
-Also Tim R
"If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving is not for you..." (my favorite)
-Geoff Wood, and Anna
"Love as if you have never loved before"
-Anna (sort of)
"Yesterday is history and tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift, which is why it's called the present."
-Anonymous
"When success turns your head, you're now facing failure"
-The Salada Teabag Corporation
"Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto"
-???
"Wink wink, Nudge nudge, say no more say no more, a nod is as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh squire?"
-Monty Python
"Follow your bliss"
-Anonymous
"I''m p-paralyzed with happiness!"
-The Great Gatsby
-Anonymous
"Have you ever noticed how the word 'horticulture' is so unlike the word 'asparigus'?"
-Tim R
"Or like how the word 'histogram' is so unlike the word 'chili-dog'?"
-Also Tim R
"If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving is not for you..." (my favorite)
-Geoff Wood, and Anna
"Love as if you have never loved before"
-Anna (sort of)
"Yesterday is history and tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift, which is why it's called the present."
-Anonymous
"When success turns your head, you're now facing failure"
-The Salada Teabag Corporation
"Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto"
-???
"Wink wink, Nudge nudge, say no more say no more, a nod is as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh squire?"
-Monty Python
"Follow your bliss"
-Anonymous
"I''m p-paralyzed with happiness!"
-The Great Gatsby
This is Life
As I had mentioned before, life is like a grapefruit. It's sotr of orangy-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. Its got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.
Wasn't quite expecting this were you?!
Oh well, sorry, this is the best interpretation I have for you.
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Wasn't quite expecting this were you?!
Oh well, sorry, this is the best interpretation I have for you.