Showing posts with label the Matrix revolutions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the Matrix revolutions. Show all posts

Friday, November 16, 2007

MORE!



With the amount of exercise I’m doing now, I feel a bit like Agent Smith battling the apparently beatable but seeming-to-be invulnerable Neo. In the Matrix metaphor ‘being heavy’ is played by Neo, and in my case ‘HEAVINESS’ is the great enemy of cycling. Despite extreme sleep deprivation and some mammoth efforts, Neo continues to fight back. Weight insists on 85kg, no less. This being the case, like Agent Smith, I can only grit my teeth and insist: MORE! More of me getting around. More training, more time on the bike, even more strict dietary enforcements, less coffee, more fruit, less sandwiches, more salads.

HR ave: 132 (164 max)
Distance: 40.5km
Time: 1hr30
Kcal: 1222
Speed ave: 28.8km/h
Temp: 15/18/28 (can't believe that last stat is right!)
It was a windy ride this morning, blustery, with two buffets (making actual physical contact with another rider whilst riding), and two punctures. Alex was one of the guys who punctured. He was saying earlier in the ride that they had their office end of year function at Gold reef City last night. He says it was like a street party, very festive, nice atmosphere.

My landlady also had a sort of candlelit dinner in the garden. I tried to have a snooze whilst garden chatter drifted over the balcony into the loft. So anyway, while the guys were fixing their flats, I had a chance to check my cell phone for my seeding. Seems I’m in C, Helmut’s (a rival) in D. Alex says he expects Helmut to beat me by 10 minutes. My hat, we’ll have to see about that, but I won’t be riding with my Zipps so I’ll be feeling the full effect of the climbs, which may be a good thing.

Think after the 94.7 I can start riding on Thursdays, when the guys do the great monster: Northcliff Hill.

On the topic of more, I also need more of the following:
Hair
Knives and forks
Wine glasses
Bottles of wine
Wine opener
Working DVC
Nights out
Fruit
Milk
Sex
Sleep............Uh...Did I mention sleep? MORE!

Monday, October 22, 2007

The Crying Game


It was strange, a sort of deja vu. In the same way that Jake White had a sense on the field of the hard work, the reward and the relief, mixing together - in an overwhelming albeit momentarily deluge of emotion - I felt something similar, though no doubt on a different scale.

I was watching Matrix Revolutions, alone, on Friday night. I guess the backdrop is just that I have been facing a similar 'lack of belief' from some key decision makers around me; perhaps not for the first time. I guess I'm just more aware of it, and more sick of it now than ever before. I found myself really resonating with Neo's dilemma. Having to really risk all - a lot - for some pretty altruistic motives. No one understands you or what you're doing, although the few that do, those few glimmers of recognition, are what make the difference. It's possibly not worth it, on a calculated mathematic scale. But it's something one feels has to be done, whether people support you, understand what you're doing, or not.

So this endless calling out and reaching out to humanity to be conscious of the extraordinary dilemma we're about to face - a lack of fuel for our populations everywhere... It's a message generally meant to save us from harm, to perhaps mitigate the suffering when the panic, chaos and mayhem sets in. Most though, do not listen.

Interestingly, I learned over the weekend of an experiment conducted to gauge the impact of conformity. They would bring a young person into a room, having rehearsed with 9 other individuals on a scheme where they would agree to vote for a 2nd length of string as the longest. In the experiment 3 lengths of string are displayed, the first the shortest, second the second longest, and the third, the longest. They'd ask the group of 10 which string was the longest. 9 hands would go up to indicate the 2nd string (2nd longest). The 10th individual would look around in disbelief, and then raise his hand. When questioned afterwards, the test individual would invariably say: "I didn't want to make a fool of myself, and I wondered whether I had understood the question correctly." Naturally, by conforming the person does turn out to be behaving very foolishly indeed.

I remember as a young teenager being incredibly aware of the risks for our species where all people start to conventionally believe conventional wisdoms (all people think the same thing, believe the same thing, conforn to the same lifestyle pattern) but are later proved incorrect. History shows this has happened many times, with dire consequences. We've believed the Earth to flat, the centre of the universe, we've described the threat of Communism as imminent (the Vietnam War), an imminent WMD crisis in Iraq (The Current Iraq War), there's been endless talk of the Second Coming of Christ (Armageddon - I heard someone insisting to it was imment yesterday) and so on and so forth.

Our collective lethargy to face climate change and energy depletion - even the reltively simply issue of insufficient electricity capacity, and yet we're so busy and distracted by things that are simply not important. Entertainment now gets priority over issues of survival. Crazy.

But when the experiment was repeated, the same response. In 75% of individuals tested, group behaviour, even totally irrational behaviour, was imputed on the person, despite this person knowing the right thing to do, they chose instead to conform to the group. This is the tragedy of our race. The inability, the lack of courage, to face reality. Instead, we hide in conformity.

This is why, in Revolutions, I found myself with tears dripping down my cheeks as I reflected on this similar capacity in the fictional context - to courageously face reality, to believe in someone, in a course of action despite the odds.

Roland: This is asinine. If you want to kill yourself, go ahead, but do it without wasting one of our ships.
Neo: You have to believe me. I have to go.
Roland: Bullshit. I'm captain of this ship, *I'll* say where it has to go. And believe me, this ship will go to hell long before I let you take it anywhere!
Niobe: He can have mine.
Roland: Niobe! You can't do that!
Niobe: Don't you even begin to tell me what I can and can't do with my ship after your little speech.

Morpheus: You've never believed in The One.
Niobe: I still don't.
Morpheus: Then why are you doing this?
Niobe: [re: Neo] I believe in him.

The Art of Negotiation


Trinity: I don't have time for this shit.
[fight ensues and she puts a gun to the Merovingian's head]
Trinity: You wanna make a deal? How about this? You give me Neo or we all die, right here, right now.
Merovingian: Interesting deal. You are really ready to die for this man?
Trinity: [cocks gun] Believe it.
Persephone: She'll do it. If she has to, she'll kill every one of us. She's in love.
Merovingian: It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity.
Trinity: Time's up. What's it gonna be, Merv?