The Search Is Over

If I spent each post telling of how my days have gone this would be a diary, not Tha Express. But today I feel obligated to tell you of a few select things if you wish to read. Today in Tha Express I finally find an Item of great desire, I get kidnapped, Contacted by a stranger and I reach thanksgiving break.

If you didn't already know: For the past year or so I have been on a quest to find a treasured Item. My pilgrimage to Mecca to find A Diamond in the sand. My journey to find the holy grail. My invitation to the last supper, if you will. What is this Item? Well I'll tell you:

Mohawk Beanie

First seen on Making the band. I knew I must have one.

Of course not any Mohawk beanie, but a special one. Sure there are beanies with Mohawks but really small puny things and no ear-flaps. My beanie is the whole package: It's got a huge Mohawk almost equivalent to a horse mane, It has Ear-flaps, and it has crazy tassels. Yes, now no one will compete with the size of my Hawk.

Don't get it twisted.

Anyway, Earlier in the week I was at college. I had a project in which we had to simulate the Senate's process in passing a Bill. I and 3 others were leaders in this project, and as leaders we were asked to meet for lunch at school to discuss the on-going 4 day experience with my teacher. We met at 12 in the cafeteria, and soon my teacher said we should go off campus to eat. She offered to pay for us and drive all of us... The second I stepped in her car, I knew I had made a mistake. I looked back into my life and thought of the "Don't take candy from Strangers" rule, similar to this " Don't take car rides from old teachers" experience. I soon realized if we were in a car crash, I would be responsible because I willingly stepped into the car with those 3 students. To cut the suspense we didn't crash, nor did we die. But if we did crash, I can assure you that I would have found a way to survive.
No deaths, but then my teacher decides to take us to a sit down restaurant. It is 1235 and we had just ordered food. I soon realize my teacher doesn't care that we have classes at 1. I then realize I am trapped some miles away from campus. Kidnapped with 3 other students by my elderly teacher. Needless to say I got back to campus 20minutes late, but more importantly to say,

I will never trust my teacher again.

Before I go I wanted to make a statement on my quest to become worldwide. My last post: You know the one that wasn't so funny and more philosophical about why most people will only be average? Well after I wrote that, I received a message, but not from a regular reader. No this message was from a complete stranger. Apparently an MIT graduate, who coincidentally had been a friend of my mothers when she lived in Ventura. Anyway this man had read my blog I would assume on the Blogger site. He wrote to me saying that he believed I was insightful and should read a book that would change my life.
This book is called The Foutainhead.

I have read 50 pages... of 700

So much to my surprise I went and bought this book all 700 pages of it, and I will read it in time.

The word travels fast, but not faster than Tha Express.

I will now leave you saying, if you are not on thanksgiving break yet: keep living, because it is almost there, and the food and friends will be worth it.
Also I happened to stumble upon this video, a simple question accompanying it: Why did this guy do that? careful its pretty loud.

"Bengals, Who Dey?"

-ThaTKy

Individual Ability:The Lost Art

OK as much as I enjoy the success my NBA posts have been racking up, I must not get carried away because the whole world doesn't love sports. But let it be known, you may see me on ESPN one day, the day when you say

" Hey, I know that guy!"

I've been wanting to do this Express for a while, but I've had great trouble on how to present it. At first I was going to write about why I was better than most the world, then I was going to write about how much people in general suck at life, with a book entitled " This is Why You Suck". Little to say the unwillingness of my publisher to execute the book, and my realizations that I would be giving off the wrong impression of myself led to the cancellation of both tactics.

The truth is I don't think I'm better than everyone, especially you reading this. Also I don't think EVERYONE is horrible,I'm just really disappointed with a lot of people in the world. My new tactic is trying to explain a concept in my mind that I hold and I believe few reference. That concept is Individual Ability.

My favorite word is Ability,you know talent. Something you can work for, master, execute and use to your advantage for happiness. I think that is where my confidence comes in, I well aware of what I can and can't do. I liken myself to a superhero, knowing that I might never be able to make fire come out of my hands but I know that because most don't use there abilities I am, in fact, super.

I believe, in general, Individual Ability is suppressed by society.
Think about these things:

I've been in college for almost 4 years, and subtracting perhaps 1.5 teachers I've encountered, I feel like I truly haven't learned a single useful thing. ( I would like to Make note that I learned a lot from Nick Nevares, who wasn't even my teacher but a student teacher my junior year of high school.)
- Sure I know what an echinoderm is, but how does that help me? and why not just look it up on Google instead of spending countless hours of memorization on it and other terms.
- I know exactly why the Revolutionary war started and that Pocahontas wasn't really that happy of a story.... What the hell Disney?
- I Know how to do all sorts of math, to the point that I may be considered a Wizard in some study halls.

Math Wizards

- I know that a snail actually poops on its head, and that Rabbits actually eat their own poop directly after dropped and after it has sat in the earth a while through a processes called Caecotrophy and Coprophagy.
-I also know how to write a literary review... A paper about a paper,filled with citations and no new insight inside. Because new thought is looked down upon, but at the same time if I fail to regurgitate a single citation I get accused of plagiarism.

Let me ask you this: would you rather read something I wrote on Tha Express or some jargon filled "Scholarly" Article. And where are you really finding more useful information?

I think what I really learned, is that I can write through Tha Express without the Rules. And reach more people than I could with them. And that I don't need a Journalism Degree to propel me to some media outlet because my thoughts are more important than some paper.

Now think about The classroom. A place where guys and girls show up, shut up and wait for the pain to end. Notice how passive everyone is? no matter what bullshit the teacher feeds you, you just sit there with a fist on your cheek holding your head up while you anticipate the weekend, or passing the class so you never have to take it again.

Hardly anyone talks, everyone hates the kid who answers the questions, you kinda just let the teacher speak away and fill your schedule with endless reading. Nobody wants to intervene, even in times of unfairness.Cuz what difference does it make? Right?

...Now outside of school...

Think of situations of danger or disturbance. The way society is, the norm is to be passive. To let things happen because they don't involve you. But the second a loved one or family member is in the center it's time to take a stand while everyone else thinks of you are crazy for making a scene. Slowly you become disconnected with people and only close with a set group of friends.
But as you grow, that disconnect furthers. Your job, your family, they all take over and then its just you. Still passive, following societies rules while trying to make a living.
Think about it: How many friends do you have now that you try and stay in contact with to hang out?
Now how many parents do you know that go and hang with their friends?


I think my point is, while I can't fully explain it, Society molds individuals to be passive and follow the rules. It's a nasty cycle that almost everyone gets sucked into. It's a trend that effects one's ability to succeed. On every level, even in youth. It starts with little things like not wanting to dance,sing,act, try sports, talk to people or dress differently because of a worry they will look dumb or be made fun of - all the way to not making big decisions that can open pathways in your life.

This is why I think most people are normal, bland, boring, not worth the time, regular and mediocre.
Few rise to the occasion to see what true ability they have inside of them.

This my deal with people. This is why if you ever talk to me about people, I'm very negative. It may never change, but with myself as an example I know not to judge everyone as group.

So I hope that you have already been using, or that you soon find the power within yourself. Cuz an Individuals Ability is only limited by you.

My imagination runs wild, and with the use of my talents no obstacle will ever stop me completely or for long because - The only thing truly limiting me is my desire. I would hope that's the same case for you.

So I'll end with one of my metaphors that can sometimes only make sense to me.
Which Violin Do you chose To play?

Mine

Or The Worlds?

"My Swag Is Phenomenal" - Gilbert Arenas

-ThaTKy

How Not To Play Basketball: Rajon Rondo

If you ask, you will receive. This is why this post has occurred. In this Express I will make it known to the world who is one of the biggest punks in Basketball. There are 3 things you can do to make me not respect you as a player in basketball, They are Whining, not playing defense, and playing dirty. Today we bring one man in the cross hairs. His name Rajon Rondo

Look at those Shoulders

You see, when I was asked to write about why many hate Rajon, I had no problem because I too can't stand the massive shouldered lizard/weasel.There are a lot of funny reasons to hate him... his looks, his shoulders, the fact he has a giant "RR" tatooed on his back. But for hate and disapproval to be real, there must be justification. So ill tell you exactly why.


1. Rondos Success is a Result of his Team - Especially after last years playoff's Rajon has gotten praise as one of the next great budding point guards. I tell you now he has skills, but he isn't a star. In college at Kentucky he was decent, but he was drafted 27th overall for a reason. Let's not forget he is surrounded by 3 perennial all-stars in Ray Allen, Paul Pierce and Kevin Garnett. Rondo's job is to get these guys the ball so they can unleash their talent. The result? Major assists for Rondo. Imagine if Rondo was a high draft pick and had to lead a team of scrubs... Sadly however, the winning was gone to his head leading to my next point.

Always being protected by his team

2. Cockiness- It's almost as if he's the little guy who is friends with the buff guys, so he can yap all day and not worried about getting socked in the face. As his short career has gone on Rondo has come to believe he was a chosen one, when in fact the only reason he got to start as point guard was because the Celtics had literally traded everyone away to get Ray Allen and Kevin Garnett. There was really no other person who could play point guard. JR Giddens? Eddie House? if you are saying who? my point is proven. This arrogant flair is what annoys us Rondo haters, because we know he is not the reason the Celtics win. As noted to me by my Cousin Helfrick, 25%-40% of his points come on cherry picking layups. Even his play is weasel like.

3. Rondo is a Dirty Player - Hands down this is the main reason. People hate people who earn success by playing dirty. Rondo is a punk, he is a metaphorical weasel. Last year in the playoffs he nearly gouged Brad Millers eye out on a hard foul.

Head hunting

Once the replay was shown you could see that he never once looked to swat at the ball. In that same series, he got in a fight with the Bull's Kirk Hinrich.

Starting Fights

In the next series, a tussle with Orlando's Skip to my Lou, Rafer Alston. So we have 3 accounted incidents with one constant. Rajon Rondo. This tells me he is the one starting it. It's logical and its documented on some cases. Need more proof that Rondo is the dirty baller? Well how about this year.
4 games into the season.
The Celtics faced The New Orleans Hornets. Two technical fouls were issued between Rondo and True Point Guard extrodinaire: Chris Paul. After the game Paul, went to Rondo to talk to him, He was held back by assistant coaches and Rondo ran off into the locker room. It was revealed that Rondo went up to Paul during the game and said " I have a [Championship] Ring and you'll never get one". Referring to Paul's Hornet's struggles.
Stars don't talk trash like that, there is trash talking in good competition and then there is low blow trash talking. The fact is Rondo isn't even a star, he didn't earn that ring. Paul pierce did. Kevin Garnett and Ray Allen did. Hell, even Leon Powe earned it more than Rondo.

I hope he got swatted

At the end of the day though, these are the reasons why we cant stand little Rajon. The truth is if Rondo's team didn't win games we basketball fans would care less that he is a punk. But his team succeeds and he reaps the benefits. He'll continue to talk crap behind the protection of his teams success. But I'll assure you this, he will never be accepted into the star category unless he changes the way he plays the game. The youngin has a lot to learn in this League.


"Can you write a TK Express about how much I hate Rajon Rondo?"

-ThaTKy

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