From: Bernie Black
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Sent: Saturday, August 10, 2002 9:12 PM
To: pacbell
Subject: Re: Perfect Storm? Fishing
expedition... Feast of fools.
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Subject: Perfect Storm? Fishing expedition... Feast of fools.
Attention
everyone including the French folks now calling the shots across
the bow
at Vivendi ? Hot Water Cold Front?
DEATH
A death
doesn't make a winter,
butt,
it can chill a summer [sic].
Cunning
Linguist ? page 36.
Beware
!
"The
Boxer
is
about
to hit
you
with
his write trunk" [non-sic].
Cunning
Linguist ? inside cover.
The
Gevisser-Dion clan of Del Mar, California have fresh swordfish for sale
harpooned
around 48 hours ago. It's going fast at $8.50 per pound [fillet].
It was
caught by my 9 year old step-son Jonathan who is constantly one step
ahead
of me just like his mother, my French Canadian travel companion.
Jonathan
figured out early in life that sheep wouldn't be fooled by wolf
donning
a sheep's skin jacket as in the expression, "Beware of the wolf?"
and
questions everything unlike most typical South Africans who were a
little
slow out of the starting gates. His mother though, a math wizard
without
any lazy bones AND little makeup to speak of makes up and then sum
for my
lack of formal education which I never allowed to interfere with my
learning.
I still haven't figured out though why Philip Morris with a 36%
interest
in Miller Brewing along with it's supposed "rights of first
refusal"
would allow South African Breweries, a remnant of the brain dead
during
the Apartheid years to get another crack at the brass ring to
mention
in passing Vivendi's 63% ownership in U.S. Filter which seems to
filter
everything from here to TimbuktTOo. The world does seem a little top
heavy,
topsy turvy, curvy.
The
fish weighed in at 450 lbs and we bought 100lbs. Jonathan's mother and
I are
selling the fish at our cost, $6 per pound plus $2.50 for shrinkage
butt no
charge for the labor involved with the cutting and shrink-wrap. She
did an
excellent job of cutting most if not all of the red spots away and I
did an
okay job of wrapping the perfectly cut pieces in plastic wrap before
placing
them in freezer bags. The fish has yet to be frozen. All told it
took
about 2 hours with just a little break towards the end for some wine,
music
AND she can dance circles around me and draw and paint tTOo boot.
There
is only about 10 lbs left and "first cum first served" [sic] and we
will
not discriminate based on your dress code, butt come dressed. We have
a
teenager in the house. You will have to move fast. In the interests of
full
and fair disclosure, since I first broadcast the catch yesterday at
10:53
am PST, we found out that the fish was in fact harpooned to death. It
did
not, however, drown butt still not quite the same death as a chicken
"witch
has its neck snapped back, hair to burn" [sic]. Although this is the
best
catch I have ever tasted I was starting to feel a little queasy before
the
feast last night. Fortunately, it was served up with compliments to die
from
and it had nothing to do with smell. It smells just like fresh uni,
digits
to embrace, not even the blood smells fishy. The dogs though have
had a
feast on all the scraps. Nothing went to waste, one man's trash is a
dog's
best friend. Please don't be a fool though and show up without first
checking
in to see what's available.
There
are, however, other items available for sale including the Bears in
front
of the house and so is the house although I don't have permission
from
the owner. The bears which were my gift are chiseled out of wood using
an electric
saw. We do have a deal with the kids who do these amazing
carvings
for a living. I believe in backing pretty much any entrepreneur
under
age 22 as long as they show initiative and have a broad smile. After
22
things start to go haywire, lots of cycles in the quest to own lots and
lots to
be so-called "victorious." V is the 22(superscript: nd) letter in
the
English Alphabet and V is the stock symbol for Vivendi BUTT we will be
victorious
against this monster.
I
couldn't find a picture of the 4 bears, a father and mother bear with two
baby
bears. The father weighs in I am told at over 700 lbs. But I do have a
picture
of the Gevisser-Beare after the bear-hug. Neither of these two guys
,
however, are for sale, nor are they gay. At the right price just about
everything
else "is t-hough-t-si" [sic code] for sale baby!
Anyone
interested can reach me by email as I am currently on the road
operating
wireless. The pictures below give you sense of the most beautiful
specimen
hammered to death just before a Perfect Storm hit the shores.
Please
make note of the color, a shade better than Love That Pink lipstick
Gary
Exhibits:
Fish
platter A
Fish
platter B
Fish
platter C
Fish
platter D
Fish
platter E
Fish
platter F
Fish
platter G
Fish
platter H
Fish
platter I
Fish
platter J
Fish
platter K
Make a
bid A
Make a
bid B
Make a
bid C
Make a
bid Miklis Model D
Ps: You
can check out more family photos including other items on sale by
clicking
on the hyperlinks below to mention little of our gangs "bottoms
up"
schooling. Pay no attention to the "friendly fire" email I sent
yesterday
around Shabbas time South Africa to the assistant of South
Africa's
Finance Minister who had spent part of the week checking out stock
in
Singapore. The previous day I had sent her an email that read;
-----Original
Message-----
From:
pacbell [mailto:gevisser@pacbell.net]
Sent:
Friday, August 09, 2002 10:53 AM
To:
Patti. Smith
Subject:
Fishing expedition
Patti
hi ? I just came across a photo that seems to sit well with most
folks I
know. Back when I first met the minister I had him autograph an
exact
copy. Like any good photo-painting it is all in the shadows. In this
photo
though there is a lot that could be gleamed from the dress code. I am
in to
angled lines, particularly triangles and seeing what causes folks to
make
wrong turns time and time again without much consideration toward
taking
a different path, avoiding the constant looking over the shoulders
to see
who is coming up behind as we head over the cliff, making quite a
splash.
AND no doubt back to the year dot where we were all one, perhaps
more
than a thousand points of light to boot. I drive very little these
days
and I am in the process of selling two cars that I have yet to take
title
to. One is a Mercedes black 380 SL. The flyer in the window refers to
it as a
BEACH CRUISER and of course the seaweed goes with the car. While
body
surfing the other day these two pieces of seaweed which were attached
by
fishing line got caught in my mouth. Now I have a sense of what a fish
feels
before it gets served up on a plate.
Titles
and cars should both be a thing of the past, all, however, "in jew
course"
[sic]. Despite my dislike for blood, particularly its taste I am
very
into color. As you may know, artist-painters don't consider Black nor
White a
color. This photo was taken at what is called Blacks Beach which is
right
below La Jolla, the next town south of Del Mar where I live. Quite a
few
ex-South Africans live in that neck of the woods. Del Mar is more
"subjewed
butt it seems to be having more rock falls" [sic]. "We will, we
will,
rock you?" Time to get rid of all Kings to mention in passing Queen's
rock
beat on the NextraTerrestrial website.
Perhaps
the trains that run on top of the cliffs in our area have something
to do
with all the rock falls, a sign of all the chaos in the world, that
things
are about to change, all for the better, no doubt. I do, however,
really
like the sound of the train. It makes me think clearer, distracting
me from
looking at all the suntanned women, although I am mostly in to
natural,
low chroma paintings, women tTOo. Women will eventually rule and
the men
will learn to stay in line, do the grocery shopping and most of all
pay
better attention. Men do, however, listen better than most women gives
us
credit for.
Only as
we move away from both white and black do we get to see and enjoy
the
richness of the full color spectrum. I sent an email out earlier this
week on
this subject matter titled; What's in a name? came on the "heels"
of a
report the Fox Network broadcast of an artist friend of mine who this
past
Saturday had an art exhibition opening in the next town north of where
I live
where even quieter folk than us Delmartians hang out, most though
seem to
have more than "tTOo gods, sum even have dalmatians which probably
contribute
to the numbing of our 6th senses." [sic]. See New Beginnings
Party
#2 celebrations to get glimpses of the fun we all had.
Gary
p.s I just got news that a boatload of fresh
swordfish which "my Jonathan"
and his
Dad caught during the past 3 days of fishing has arrived in San
Diego.
At $6 a pound it is going to go fast. Time to esc-ape.