During check in at my men’s group the other night, I at some point uttered that I felt like I was in “the montage” portion of my current life story. While lifetimes are likely montages in themselves, on a more minute level I think it’s useful to look at how montages and transformation relate. In cinema, montages are nearly always ellipses for transformations over time. Training sequences, makeovers, climbing the corporate ladder, falling in love - they’re all just transformations over time that are the result of a continuous practice of some sort. All the ‘hardwork’ generally occurs in the montage in the movies, the sheer monotony and repetition of perfecting anything, the struggle of not feeling progress, the regressions and off days. Then there’s a sequence/climax that proves said transformation has occurred and is now a permanent trait and rewards are reaped.
The small glory moments and payoffs get a huge share of the story, while the stuff that takes the longest gets the least screen-time! And that’s because change and growth itself are boring!
While granted state experiences and occasional monumental ‘break-thrus’ do occur, in my experience the great majority of transformation is extremely minute over time. Day to day, extraordinary things don’t happen: you may be slightly better or worse in your practice, but overall you kinda feel the same as you did yesterday. Then, suddenly, one day seemingly out of the blue you either see or feel a drastic difference. For me its often by experiencing a bit of how I used to be, whether via image, sound, or a deeply triggered memory…..
Time always turns up the ‘contrast’, making the differences/results between the old and new clearly discernible. Day by day you can’t see any differences and suddenly one little shift and all the details of the radical differences become immediately visible
So anyway, I’m in a montage now. I’m still pretty much the same small self I’ve been, and day to day not much feels different. There aren’t glorious triumphs or big wins. At best, I find a few moments of a more authentic self flashing thru here and there, most usually in touching in with some deep sadness I’ve held at bay for far too long. Like any transformation, it’s not easy and it’s not fun. It’s often tedious, redundant, painful, and sometimes makes me wonder why I’m doing it.
But, I have to remind myself that progress is being made, and that one day I might wake up and suddenly the contrast will be apparent, and I’ll be amazed at how I never saw all the changes that’ve happened.
End of incoherent rant. This explains it much better:
Anyone that has followed the saga that was the lead up to Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull probably already knows this, but for those that don’t. Frank Darabont (Writer of The Shawshank Redemption & The Green Mile, director of other films) wrote a complete script for the new film called Indiana Jones and the City of Gods. EVERYONE associated with the new film loved it and immediately signed off on it, except the one and only GEORGE LUCAS. In fact, Spielberg’s even quoting say it was “The best Indiana Jones screenplay since Raiders.”
Since seeing the film in May, I’ve thought it’s only going to be a matter of time before Darabont’s original script was leaked, and last weekend it apparently was! Sadly I missed it, but it’s getting really solid reviews.
So instead of what could have been the best indiana adventure ever, we get fucking monkeys, ants, and all the other crap that just didn’t work in the latest film. You fucked up again George Lucas. Always, always, always go with good writing over childish effects.
This almost pisses me off as much as Avi Arad ruining Spiderman 3 by forcing Raimi to put Venom in it thus turning it into an overcrowded shit fest.
Anyways, read Mystery Man’s excellent 50 Flaws of Indy IV and check back in monday for his 50 Strength’s of Darabont’s Draft next week.
I’ve not missed a gym day since I tried to restart my training last week, but I’ve not been been able to get myself up to go and run in the morning. I’m a bit less leaner that I was last fall, and am convinced my lack of interval training the last 8 months has contributed to that. Having a hard time accessing the sheer force of will that used to get me up. So its big accountability time, for all 5 of you that read this, I’m running thursday morning, and ya can ask me about it then!
This is the first time I’ll be voting for a candidate, not voting against another.
The game changed in ‘60 when Kennedy faced Nixon on television. Kennedy and his folks understood the medium, and understood how to better use it. They had conscious competence of the most important medium of the day.
2008 is the first presidential election in which a candidate’s team has a conscious competence of the newest and most powerful medium: the internet (see below). McCain is going to be crushed.
This is a candidate that understands my generation, my technologies, and is of my world view. Fuck yeah I’m voting for Obama.
He’s totally my favorite superhero character, so needless to say I’m stoked for the new movie. Seems like it’s going to be a hybrid of the comics, Ang Lee’s Hulk, and the television show, which is wicked cool.
Flyin’ solo this morning, and so I opted to focus on triceps first then chest, as its a bit hard to really push the chest workout without a spotter. Had a great couple ‘o rounds of dips, and definitely felt worn by the time I moved onto the chest.
This training session is going to be 7 weeks, no set metrics like the last. I just gotta get back into the routine and start feeling strong again.