From: Gary S. Gevisser [
Sent:
To: (cisnerosgabriel@hotmail.com)
Cc: rest
Subject: Business opportunity
Dear Gabrielle,
A week ago I spoke with your mother here in
That previous hyperlink takes you on quite a journey, my
focus in life these days to take folks who play it “fast & loose” on an educational
journey, allowing thou, just enuf lite to come in rather than give
I am currently in the process of updating Part II of a Xmess
2002 gift I never actually gave to our 13 year-old daughter while engaging in a
number of “chess
games” geared toward avoiding Armageddon. That last hyperlink is to a buddy
of mine seeking amongst many things the email address for Mr. “Sam” [sic]
Weill, the Chairman & CEO of Citicorp who I would like to communicate with
in short order.
Part I didn’t go down all that well with Danielle and it has
probably everything to do with the fact that she is not my biological kid altho
I have known her since she was just 4 which is when her mother divorced her
father and chose to join up with me becoming my “travel companion” on an incredible
journey thru life that as one would expect has had its ups & downs.
I have yet to determine whether that spitfire in the “up”
hyperlink with my father in the “hot seat” is the same as the one showing an
officer “bending over” looking for exactly what only he and G-d probably know
for certain altho what is a known fact is that it was not uncommon for
fighter-bomber-pilots during the age when the best of the best fighter pilots
descended into a nose dive to leave behind more than simply airborne particle
of feces. I have no doubt that my father farted altho he said he had the most
difficulty flying thru clouds, much tho of the incredible 71 missions he flew
are rather vague to my dad who was just 20 at the time having earned his
fighter-bomber-wings at age 19 when most of his contempories were either moping
around, getting a slap or tTOo from their
girlfriends for getting a little to friendly or in prisoner of war camps
thinking about how when they got out they would eventually write a book about
their fukukta boring existence.
It so happens that an enlargement of the “up” photo hangs in
our rock cabin
just east of San Diego right where the photo in the previous hyperlink used to
hang and to the left of the gap is a
tiny “oarning”
[sic] that holds two nails both stamped with the number 42, a
number which you can see to the far left and far right of the only remaining
photo of our family shop in Vilnius, Lithuania which you can see in the
previous hyperlink. I simply placed the too nails on
either side of the family photo.
It was only several months after we bought this mountain
retreat that my one attorney-colleague Jeffrey Krinsk refers tu as Stonehenge II, that I
noticed these nails that seemed a little odd just hanging on a wall even tho
there is an encased wall hanging nearby containing other nails dating back it
seems to the beginning of time altho the wording “… History of nails …
I never mentioned this find to Danielle or her younger
brother Jonathan for the simple reason that I didn’t think it would mean much
to them even though I have a numbering system that has our name
Gevisser-Geviseris adding up to 42 when one converts the
letters in to numbers using the word “NextraTerrestrial” as a guide.
Guidance tTOo is very much
a WIP [Work In Progress] never tho to the best of my knowledge has either kid
received so much as smack across their backsides but make no mistake when they
were younger and more rugged we used to play full-on tackle rugby and then they
got soft in the belly, and then their mother started to complain about aches in
her knees, tired
of the ball being blasted at her throat although you can see Marie remains
still, and in pretty good
shape, an artist to boot.
I am not, however, allowed to show u pictures of the kids at
least not photos that anyone would recognize the result of their biological
father objecting, as is his right, to their image appearing on The Internet. I
also have “rights and privileges” under the U.S. Constitution to tell my story
as well as to sock it hard and good at the pathological Dr. John Ben Stew-art
[JBS] who despite being slammed by a very fair judge in Superior Court back on
October 24th of last year has yet to go so far as to apologize to me
or the mother of his children or his children for that matter for having filed
a complaint against me which was really a full on frontal attack on his second
ex-wife, that was materially “false & misleading.”
At least that is all my opinion and the very least which he
can do. Back in March I offered him via his attorney the opportunity to settle
matters with me for a measly sum of $500K which is pale in comparison to my
lost opportunity cost to mention little of the heartache I experienced and make
no mistake the next go around is going to make that sum seem so awful sweet.
The French-Canadians have the expression, “Vengeance is
sweet to the heart of the Indian” that it pays to be patient. So far I have
only witnessed since time in memorial only the heart of the innocent and young
that get ripped to shreds by those over controlling and rapacious. Marie+I
are different in many respects but we see very much eye to eye on the subject of
“values” which is the 2nd leg in the stool needed to produce a good
painting, the first being shape and the third having a command of color.
I should add that altho I have sum formal education it isn’t
quite up to par with that of say someone like Mr. Krinsk who I met with for
lunch a week ago tomorrow where he assisted me in a number of ways, never even
requesting I pay half of a meal but sticking it to me “hard and proper” by
taking an inordinate amount of time to work out how much of a tip to leave the
incredibly beautiful waitress and of course making a point in front of this
fine lady about my sudden lack of interest to engage in conversation with staff
as both he and I customarily do.
Neither Mr. Krinsk who went to Boston College, a somewhat
preppy, old boy network-plagued Law School nor I who went to a 3rd
World University for retards have allowed our formal education to interfere
with our learning although if you read the
deposition Mr. Krinsk took back on October 17th of last year
just one week before our cum from behind victory you wouldn’t even know that
Mr. Krinsk was born on the east coast best illustrated when the senior
executive from Revlon Corporation refers to having received the subpoena to
attend the deposition in his “yard” with Mr. Krinsk commenting something about
him hearing the word “yacht” somehow believing that Ronald “The Capo di capi”
Perelman would be so dumb as to make anyone he had co-opted to do his dirty
work rich enuf to own a sizeable yacht which would fit with ease into just one
of Mr. Krinsk’s koi ponds that act as series of moats protecting Mr. Krinsk and
Campbell Soup and their one dog and G-d only knows how many gardeners, chefs,
security personnel he now employs having been forced to give up his one room
bachelor pad for reasons only perhaps he and I appreciate.
When you eventually find someone who is guided by a value
system so intertwined with lite which is all about truth you don’t end up going
around in circles arguing such retard stuff like, “Its all a matter of
perspective” which is one of the most distinguishing characteristics that
separates those in favor of big government and those who believe in individual
responsibility. As you scroll down the last hyperlink you will see that this
rather important deposition began at
If you scroll back up to sum 28 odd paragraphs of my “pink
notes” you will come across a hyperlink with the number 316
and if you scroll down to page 378 the last of “the pink notes” should serve as
a rather good warning sign
to a handful of folks who are not quite certain how someone who actually says
very little, relatively speaking, unless it is to ring bells in Kids’ ears or
adults who have been pummeled one to many, providing just enuf lite so that
they don’t succumb to the rigors of what it means to grow up in a jaded society
eventually becoming ever so mean like most adult “diKs”, can operate quite
effectively behind the scenes while still managing to assist in household
chores, even managing the luxury of getting in sum gardening which reminds me
so much of Martha Stewart that I at lunch today I will be toasting the
prosecutors who had the courage to finally expand their circle beyond my
so-called Jewish brothers who succumbed to the good life at any cost.
As much of “a beating”
Mr. Krinsk has taken from me over the past 4+ years since we were first
introduced when Marie wore for the first and only time her red feather hat
which I go into in sum detail in Part II of my Xmess 2002 gift, he seems now tu
be looking like his true self not having aged one single bit, never once
mentioning how I should possibly compensate him for the aggravation I tend to
pass on to those who I know are so well equipped to handle pretty much anything
life dishes up and of course Mr. Krinsk has his wife whose code name is
Campbell Soup at his side alto come to think of it he mentioned sumthing about
my costing him once sum $20K which is nothing compared to the opportunity cost
he endured by failing to get rid of an incompetent associate far better suited
to be working for scoundrels like Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes &
Leroach” [sic] .
Without giving away Campbell’s Soup full-on Curriculum Vitae
she used to work as a top marketing dog for one of the most ferocious and
rapacious defense contractors in the universe that one of my former
attorney-PALs, King Golden Jr. used to work for as general counsel until I
showed him that it was possible to make a buck in a competitive marketplace,
just a matter of how one draws one’s # in the sand, agree?
About a week or so ago Danielle who has started to become
ever so more interested in numbers blurted out of nowhere the number 42 and for
the first time I then showed her the Guidance tTOo
hyperlink ever so quickly knowing that one has just but a moment in time to
connect the dots with young teenagers that make up a straight line that has
each one of us going back to the year dot.
She thought the “1000+12 star” design was “cool” since her
first GirlieGarb.com t-shirt has
the number 12 in white with a red star on each side. Danielle knows enuf
however, of my “backwards &
forwards” to know that once I see even the slightest gap in a Picture Perfect
scenario much like finding discourse in a balance sheet which is nothing more
than a flashpoint in time, I can go from “cool” to “luk
warm” to “red hot”
in the flash of an eye and I am a rather hopeless photographer, yet to muster
the courage to make my own t-shirt but I will sum day, my days tho of taking
red eye flights have long since been over. In fact in all the years I have been
a member of the Dion clan never once have a taken a red eye nor for that matter
have I really worked much, relatively speaking of course.
I learned aways back how dangerous it is to be around people
who keep seats warm just so that when things get a little to hectic and they
see that their running around in circles is starting to catch my eye for them
to simply find a dry spot to strike a match and make themselves out to be the
hero when they are first to arrive on the scene just ahead of the firefiters
who are then tasked with trying to save pieces of skin.
Nothing like having a buirning experience as a kid which I
did when I rather “stupidly” placed my right hand under boiling water and a
very quick thinking nanny probably saved my entire hand leaving just too scars,
one on my backside of my hand that is disappearing as my hands get more lined
and the other on the underside near my wrist just a fraction shy of those
rather important veins.
When I hear someone using the word “stupid” when describing
others I often times see red for it is nothing more in most cases than a poor
excuse for bad behavior, blaming others for their own misgivings, i.e. poor
decisions.
Sammy Haim my neighbor is now leaving the house for the
second time today, his nephew having left probably an hour or so ago. Sammy’s
going back and forth has me keeping better track of time because it forces me
to look down at the computer clock which when you are typing away at 130 words
per minute it can be somewhat distracting. My dog tho has this rather “up &
down” personality that seems perfectly suited to my style of keeping things in
sum resemblance of order.
Marie, their mother, also had her brush with death when as a
4 year old she was run over by a truck altho it was the incompetence of the
physician most responsible for the scaring that could very easily have left her
without a foot.
No doubt tho even if she was left with tire marks on her
face that wouldn’t have stopped Marie Dion from making the most of this
incredible world where life and death go hand in hand and why I live not just
every day like it was my last but every moment knowing that I am but a heartbeat
from meeting our maker who will as I have said before simply plug in the
necessary apparatii and download all the kuk stored in our organs to see
whether or not we are deserving of another go at making this world ‘yours again” or
whether we have proven ourselves worthy to help kick-start new universes altho
just like motorcycles no longer require one to load on the calories in order to
turn the engine it is hily probably G-d has perhaps even more than “touch screen” displays
to get the fireworks in motion.
Both kids know perfectly well that I don’t believe in “luck”
or “coincidences” and so Danielle just nodded her head when I showed her that
her name adds up to the number 24 when using the “N Stone” and later I got the
same reaction from Jonathan when telling him that his name adds up to 50 which
is the number on my Dad’s spitfire when read forwards as well as in reverse, a
necessary element of Quantum Mechanics.
Over the years I have talked to these kids about “taking the
gap…getting comfortable in operating in negative space…holding back as long as
possible to stay off the radar…” The too objects, the photo with my dad flying
a plane with the number 50 and the too nails to the “left & right” with G-D-NAture in
full display. Both kids in my opinion will have little to thank their
biological father for especially when they become of age and see the documented
proof of his overindulgence and poor breeding
I try not to repeat myself when dealing with someone for the
very first time but that previous hyperlink is rather special to me much like
this one +++
Marie didn’t have “a clue” about me when we first met or to
be more precise whether in fact I was capable of ever making dime in the event
that she despite her incredible highly marketable talents chose to remain a
“homemaker” altho standing head and shoulders above her 1st husband
who on his tax returns takes the title, “Head of Household.”
In time I will be responding to an old friend of mine,
Laurie Black, whose father-in-law was the disgraced former Ambassador to
Switzerland during the Clinton Administration and of course Larry Lawrence
could add and besides he was an attorney of sorts, certainly he wasn’t
injured in pitched battle during WWII which is what his resume read and why in
the end his remains were dug up and for all I know deposited in JBS’ back yard.
Certainly his neighbor Mr. King Golden Esq. thought the
world of Larry Lawrence who most people I know who knew him wouldn’t have
trusted him further than they could throw him so you figure out why someone as
schooled “at Bill Clinton” [sic]
would have deposited [LL]
in the same spot where the Nazis deposited the gold ripped from the teeth of my
brothers and sisters before throwing them into mass graves when the cost of a
bullet exceeded the amount of effort needed to bury them alive.
Wait till you see the digging going on alongside the railway tracks here in
Ever since I sent out the “Δ of life” email
to Sammy “Black polish hair-do” Haim I have been conscious of not only peoples
time & patience which like each of us gets shorter with age the Digital Age
tho can set a man free in so many ways if only he would wake up and smell the
coffee, but how to knock the socks off every “Tom, Dik & Harry” with my
upcoming book Manager Minute One as well as promote our family’s brand of
coffee known as Gipsy
Coffee all while updating the English language.
It has been a while since anyone on this planet has got a
whiff of either Gipsy Coffee or Gipsy Tea unless of course Natie Kirsch another
so-called “genius” businessman who bought our family’s business, The Moshal
Gevisser Group of Companies for a song and then sum, lies.
With all that said, I have a 3 bedroom house that is
attached to a café in Minehead, England which is in Somerset County in the
southwest of England right on the Bristol Channel across from Wales. I bought
this incredible find back in December of 2001, virtually “site unseen” only
realizing the next day that there was in fact a real café attached to the
property, and haven’t looked back even tho I have been unsuccessful in finding
anyone suitable to really make a go of the restaurant; moreover this one of
kind location is the last property leading into an enchanted forest.
It could also be run as a Bed & Breakfast butt there
would be a need to be sum updating of the interior in order to be in compliance
with the fire codes but I can assure u when I made the purchase it was in, as
the English would say, “in knick” condition altho I am not certain exactly how
us inbreeds actually spell this odd word that simply means “perfect shape” and
of course I would want my “significant other…”
I have as much difficulty calling Marie “my wife” as she has
in calling me her “husband” her excuse tho that French is her first language
seems more plausible than mine.
While she, however, simply transferred the rather simple
ring I gave her when we first met so as to not to add to the cost of our
wedding going over $300 which we split 50/50 I on the other hand had this
rather incredible ring made by our property m
Sum people around me get a little upset when I say I don’t
have much formal education and of course which is actually as you would
probably agree the least of their concerns today as I put my foot tu the mettle. On the other
hand who is to say what bad little education did for people like my grandfather
other than make the mistake of hiring a crooked professional to run a show that
simply required very little tinkering.
Hitler
was nothing more than a rather bright tinkerer who simply had a lot of larceny
in his heart who found a way to co-opt sum 100 million Germans +++. In the end
everthing balances out and of course I suspect strongly G-d knows a thing or tTOo in terms of how to keep
an accurate set of books.
Even though I was raised orthodox Jewish having spent a
rather considerable time walking the area of Minehead, falling in love with the
beauty of the place to mention little of the spirituality of Burgundy Chapel I
see this area as nothing short of Stonehenge III , Stonehenge II as I said earlier
is our rock cabin in the Pine Valley just east of San Diego.
My
And yes my dog is one of my best friends. Marie Dion
Gevisser tho is much more than a friend the same with both her kids.
I am involved in a number of things that have prevented me
from going back to England to take care of matters including the fact that I
don’t know how I would be able to get by without my dog Pypeetoe
who goes wherever I go including to the top of Machu Picchu,
more importantly his is far better looking than me, costs just $50 a week to feed which is often less
than what I could easily live on and most importantly I believe he will help
sell The Book.
It so happens that my Hebrew name is the same as yours and I
can certainly dream and by the way altho it may look like I am blind by that
last hyperlink I am anything but, never once having lied, stolen or cheated
since the age of 15, having tho made my share of mistakes, never tho regretting
any of my actions, making amends as best I can and never believing in
coincidences and as someone much smarter than me once said, “How many
coincidences before it is no longer a coincidence.”
One of the many things I am doing in addition to writing the
book Manager Minute One, a take off of the business book best seller, One
Minute Manager, is launching a series of websites as well as starting a
business with Marie aimed at empowering the kids to parent the parents who need
the most help.
In addition to NextraTerrestrial.com where you can see sum
more photos of Ccrest which is just a different spelling of the original name,
Seacrest I have sum 100 odd other websites which have yet to be launched
including EmanANDdog.com↔moc.GODdnaNAME. This last
hyperlink is of the harbor in Minehead just a short distance from the café.
I am very much a bottom line person who gets a lot of joy
out of seeing others successful having learned tho that it doesn’t pay either
to simply feed someone let alone show them how to fish without getting
something back in return. I just happen to love residuals and if I were to
choose one business where I would simply clean up like never before it would be
the insurance industry which is built on the 3Rs=Referrals, Renewals and
Relatives and I happen to know about all 3.
And those folks who rely on relatives are generally the ones
with the biggest ulcers, proof thou will undoubtedly come about when I meet our
maker; the better the evidence, however, the better the proof and just look
around and see how happy the people you know are who are waiting for their
parents to die before getting on with their lives.
It seems to me more and more that we have to rethink our
breeding habits and start rethinking the causes of feast and famine which is
really at the heartbeat of my main business, namely risk
assessment which is important to any business but none more so than the
insurance industry which I know a little bit more about than the average Joe
Blow and of course I even no a thing or tTOo about the
food business but the yoyos who saw me as nothing more than fool with time on
my hands to simply beat away at a keyboard failed to do their due diligence on
me including contacting someone like Diana
Henriques of the New York Times and asking her what she thinks about my
capabilities, her number tho has depreciated substantially in the past month;
not I hope headed for zero. .
Please let me know if you are interested in having a
conversation with me to see how we might all be joined at the hip in running
our flagship operation.
All the best
Gary Gevisser
Ps-I will check this email tomorrow for “errors” and to see
if I can bring more clarity to what I have written above. I am hard pressed for
time today approaching my self imposed limit of sum 3 hours in front of the
computer although probably typing less than half that time, the rest sticking
to my knitting, assessing risk. I am also copying a number of my detractors who
might feel compelled to give you their assessment of what it might mean to be
in business with me including Sammy Haim and the previous managers.
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