From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Thursday, March 06, 2003 2:41 PM
To: 'Neilanddavid1@aol.com'
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: Re Sea Crest.=Cc:rest

 

Dear David and Neil - Welcome on board. I don’t know if you’ve already sent me a budget showing what you expect in terms of turnover and expenses in both the restaurant and the bed and breakfast side of the business but at some point I would like to see something of that nature. I am going to want a percentage of turnover along with a minimum fee payment with payments beginning 3 months down the line, i.e. June 1st.  As part of the deal you are getting a bedroom to live in and of course if your “gesture” of “i promise we will not let you down” are not to my liking then at anytime I will have you shown to the door and if I am out in lallaland then you can count on the executor of my estate Mr. Devin Standard being equally even handed. Here in California it is called “employees at will.” In due course we will be launching www.willnext.com.

 

Having read the discourse between myself and the previous manager, “SunDnamoom” [sic], you should know that my nature can perhaps be best described as that of a “healthy skeptic” believing in the principle of healthy mind, healthy body, that each of us has the free will to do both good as well as bad. I have a number of “chess games” going on right now, none more important than the next, that the minute I lose one it will empower others. I have never quite grasped how some folks derive great satisfaction in overpowering others, much like what one sees in the workplace where there is all this “backbiting” going on but have no doubt I will soon get my arms fully around the mathematics that surrounds the battle of the sexes.

 

There was this one TV Network announcer here in the United States who was “fouled out” for a “rough sexual play” with his lady friend after leaving his teeth marks implanted in her back. Why he didn’t use as his defenses that he was simply sharpening his teeth trying to comply with my, THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH is anyone’s guess. Just earlier, I noticed on our rock house refrigerator door the following words…---… I have no idea who put these “magnetic words” together but if it turns out to be one of the kids and not Marie it may simply mean I will have to listen more carefully to Eminem.

 

Once one allows anything, just one element, to get out of balance there is the risk the entire equation will turn negative. Two negatives can in fact make a positive but there is nothing quite like having two positive individuals to propel things forward exponentially. My goal with Ccrest is for people all around the world to see it as a lightening rod for good which means it has to be positive in all respects including making a profit naturally leaving folks always with a very positive impression.

 

To begin with that may prove difficult but there is nothing I enjoy more than being proven wrong in terms of how to improve the world order. I happen to believe that we are programmed at birth to do the right thing, to play to our positives and to mitigate our weaknesses and it is only when our sequencing is interfered with that things go haywire. Some folks may think I am walking a very fine line when I attack those, especially human carnivores, who forget that our canine teeth have been all but watered down who are just waiting for me to slip on what they believe to be a high wire act.

 

I wish everyone well particularly my adversaries for I have learned how to play the “negative game” as well as the “positive game” by simply inverting the equation much like turning a wave inside out, on its axii, although flipping both the x and the y axis simultaneously requires both dexterity and a steady hand for one never wants to see things go topsy-turvy-curvy, i.e. a tailspin is all but impossible to break away from. I make it a point though never to chase my tail nor do I believe in going around in circles to mention little of never once having crashed and burned but make no mistake I am very scarred. I could easily make my e-mails shorter but they assist me in sifting the wheat from the chaff while constantly gaining momentum, never though allowing myself to become part of someone else’s collateral damage.

 

If you were on my email list going back awhile you would have noticed that my e-mails are in fact getting both shorter and crisper. I want to avoid us all ending up as toast for it is hard to chew on especially for the elder. Older people have a much tougher time getting through my E-mails than younger folks properly schooled. I spend quite a considerable amount of time with young people some who I simply meet in the street or at a grocery check out counter where “Queue Theory” is put into practice. If I am able to get my message across in terms of what we are doing at nextraterrestrial.com without the cashier breaking his-her stride I feel quite good.

 

Yesterday’s shopping at Trader Joes which is a more upscale grocery store took longer than usual. I went to pick up a couple of items for the vegetarian curry my Dad and I were tasked with preparing as my “travel companion” had simply planned to just show up and be served and of course both my father and I wanted to impress Marie with not only the best of ingredients but we could accomplish the impossible on time. The only thing I have ever made in my life besides for an egg or tTOo and boil water on the odd occasion is make curry which my father taught me how to do when he deposited me in Chicago some 25 years ago this coming March 17th just a week before my 21st birthday. So being put to the test, substituting tofu for lamb, required nothing short of divine intervention.

 

But it all started out on a very positive footing with the female 21-year-old cashier grabbing on ever so fast to NT’s mission,

 

“Its about solving the problems of the world without going the lawsuit route, empowering the kids to parent the parents who need the most help with a little of bit of this and that…Quantum Mechanics made easy for those over age 22 who are mostly brain dead, as in EmanANDdog…Manager Minute One… backwards forwards just like having great sex…”

 

Maybe I said, “watching great sex.” Only after I was done did she let me know that her 22nd birthday was next week. As I exited the store several people came up to me asking for my business card. Were it not for the pitch of the howling I probably would have spent another half an hour pitching the website never forgetting to let folks know that we accept all negotiable instruments including “Van Goughs, Rembrandts and we will not turn our noses up at first edition Leonardo Da Vinci manuscripts.”

 

The pitch, however, coming from the Nissan Pathfinder was now a high C, a train smash just waiting to happen. For some ungodly reason my father had decided to join in on the howling. It is tough reprimanding anyone who is going on 80 especially my dad who happens to have poor hearing. Neither my dog nor my Dad seemed to be bothered by the crowd that had gathered on what must have been the blind spot. What some people will do for an audience?

 

Perhaps if we placed a photo of my dog on top of say a button that produces his unique howl right at the entrance to the café it might not only attract more customers but dog lovers may in fact leave bigger tips and of course I would expect my override fee calculation to include all your tips.

 

In my email yesterday to Ms. Sharon Evans I didn’t quite get into my fee arrangement with Ms. Vicky Schiff of Weatherly Capital which was and remains quite higher than my usual override arrangement but then again the services I performed for this young lady were quite extraordinary which I know she will agree on when the time comes for her to be deposed to mention little of the interrogatories I have planned for her and her left of left wing comrades who like her are hell bent on making hundreds millions if not ten of billions of dollars. The others though seem to have all reached the ripe old age of 40, certainly Mr. Ron Burkle.

 

Ms. Schiff though was some three years or so away from being “over the hill” when I first met her. Nor do I think I got into how my mother actually made her money to mention little of how I think she could have made far more untold fortunes if she simply took a fraction of a percentage fee from the estates of the men she introduced her top of the line models tTOo. I never once saw my mother’s financial statement for the simple reason all of us kids understood from a very early age that we would be inheriting absolutely nothing other than a good name and of course the assumption was that we would have the minds to make the most of it.

 

Ipsofacto why I am prepared to do whatever it takes to preserve that asset including if necessary going to war with even family members who play it “fast and loose.” I have a cousin, Mark Gevisser, who is a white journalist in South Africa and I eagerly await his autobiography of Thabo Mbeki, who I believe is the current Prime Minister of South Africa although my pal Trevor Manuel whose secretary Patti Smith is copied on this email may in fact have moved from Minister of Finance hot spot job to the top dog position. I have yet to hear back from Mr. Manuel who I sent a series of E-mails to beginning in the summer of 2002.

 

I doubt that Mr. Manuel is out searching for the Perfect Wave nor for that matter is he anywhere near close enough to understanding mathematics to know much about nuclear physics or, God forbid, Quantum Mechanics but for some reason he thinks that by simply ignoring my emails he will find a comfortable resting spot. Like JW August of KGTV here in San Diego Mr. Manuel should know better than to give into his whining.

 

Perhaps my Dad thought that if he joined in with Pypeetoe’s wolf howls it might in fact calm down the dog, kinda like a mating call? I have been putting my Dad through his paces ever since he arrived here this past Monday. My sister and I have probably the most in common of all my siblings in that neither of us have little or no time for crybabies especially those who cry wolf. It is not difficult for my dad to get teary eyed but he rarely if ever complains. His recovery from major heart surgery just seven months ago is awe-inspiring. In an hour or so once we have had our mid-morning tea I will be taking him on the Dukati to the top of Mount Laguna through a backdoor road that begins about a 100 meters from where I am now currently sitting. He has been anxiously waiting to see Pypeetoe in full stride.

 

All three of us are enjoying the hot early morning sun that is just creeping over the rather large hill in front of the cabin. I am in an antique rocking chair I picked up at an estate auction of a friend of mine, Charles, who recently passed away. My Dad doesn’t like to sit much and is standing right next to the flag pole that will soon hopefully have a new flag with the words emblazoned; The meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the earth. Pypeetoe is simply laying out flat just like a rug which reminds me of one of the latest scandals to hit the South African business community.

 

From rags to riches is not an uncommon story in places like South Africa where the rapacious have got richer as the Blacks get further behind the A-ball. Golf is still very much part of my Dad’s ritual although he has yet to swing a club since his op. Tomorrow though is yet another day. The same though cannot be said for those who have no concept of when “enough is enough.” My father despite being very modest, yet always well dressed, has never wanted or sought to be a big “macher” which here in the U.S. is similar to the Big Cheese, nor has he ever been much of a big meat eater but he certainly knows how to stand up for himself despite not being the richest Jewish person in South Africa, not even close.

 

When, however, my father decides to go “to war” all I can say is “watch out.” My dad though has in fact done all that anyone can expect of a person well grounded in a rather sick environment and as I raise the flag my hope is that he will finally at least sit down and like the rest of my buddies enjoy the show and of course my father will dig deep and make an appropriate contribution for someone who has always played it straight, the horrific poker player that he is.

 

My dad though, is incredibly easy to be around for not only is anything much of a bother even if it means having to cook the entire meal on his own while I painstakingly took almost an hour to get the fukukta fire going, he has the most natural smile imaginable. Eventually I just lit one of those “fire logs” and almost burnt the cabin to cinders although it was my dog who came close to being tossed into the curry. Pypeetoe is looking at me right now and just like my Dad doesn’t always know whether I am being serious or not.

 

I can go backwards and forwards and around and about but rarely if ever do I lose my place and if so just for a moment or two. Marie never showed up last night as she probably needed a peaceful night sleep although she made some crazy excuse about having to stick around the house this morning in order to be there as a prospective buyer of her house was coming by to make a bid. I have no idea why she is so hell bent on selling the house for not only does she not need the money she will probably have to make move on her own even if it is to a house right on the beach as I head off on my “road show.”

 

My father though can be counted on to assist. Marie also mentioned something about her not wanting to get caught in traffic which seems a bit of balonia since she has the Eminem CD and I know she has the volume turned all the way up since I borrowed her car the other day and almost had what little remains of my hearing being blasted out the window.

 

There is in fact just a little window of an opportunity to get spaceship earth into high gear and this again is another point I probably failed to finish off on in my e-mail to Sharon Evans yesterday, that the brain, like deep space, like the inside of light bulb is all but a vacuum where time stands still where everything is in balance, where matter and ant-matter all cancel out unless there is interference by others or simply another “Special Force” pacing the sidelines watching searching out the right time to place key players in to “negative space” which is really where all the action takes place.

 

Anyone who knows the first thing about the game of soccer knows that the game is one and lost based on the activity occurring in the so-called “negative space” just like when painting on to a canvas one has to pay attention almost from the start in terms of what is occurring in “negative space.” It is all about balancing out the negative with the positive but one needs to find the right moment when to pounce. Again, one must always pay attention to the shadows to mention little of shadowy figures.

 

Paying attention to those on the far left and the far right, saves a lot of time, just like when it comes to mathematics and statistics for it is all about standard deviations, the exceptions that prove out the rule. Most folks for some strange reason want to just fit in as promulgated by the so-called Bell Shaped Curve worrying about the time they have left in order to reach the top and once they get there they suddenly work out that no matter how much perfume they put on whether it be the most expensive of fragrances their shit still stinks without realizing that it is the crap food they have been eating all their lives to mention little of all the bullshit they have inhaled along with other peoples airborne feces that now has them rotting from the waste up.

 

Man has in fact taken a perfect machine invented by God and made it into a vehicle with built in obsolescence. I try never to forget the important anniversaries like when first meeting people of prominence like David Ben Gurion and of course I happen to believe in providence.

 

There is, however, no acting with me although I very much like to have fun but I have found that the best way for me to propel myself forward is to work hard and play hard all at the same time, conscious of the positive and negative forces circulating around me and using them to my advantage. It is much like a game of chess but as opposed to getting your opponent to play to your advantage I try to use the forces of nature, as best I understand them, to achieve overwhelming success.

 

It is though important to line up one’s ducks ever so carefully, different and world’s apart from stacking the deck which is what most rapacious business people do who only understand given their rotting brains that the path to victory is through superior and overwhelming forces.

 

With that said I need for you plan accordingly for the days ahead that may require you being equipped to handle the rising tide and make certain you have very hip music playing night and day and you will never go wrong with playing Eminem as long as the neighbors don’t object and make certain the bathrooms and kitchen are spotless.

 

Please check with Margaret who I believe lives a couple of houses down the road if for any reason she finds Eminem offensive. You can let her know that there are far more pornographic things going on in this universe than a guy with highlights in his hear telling it exactly the way it is and why the young, those who haven’t let their wants exceed their needs, whose formal education has yet to interfere with their learning flock to places like TRO in New York where one day I might appear.

 

It is my understanding that Minehead has one of the “meanest” tides in all of England, that the differential between high and low tide is quite significant. I know I could go on to The Internet to check this out but quite frankly I don’t have the time.

 

Over the course of the next several days I will be sending out a variety of emails some of which I may copy you on but as I said to the previous manager do not be distracted by them. Perhaps I should have added to Sunandmoon the fact that little distracts me these, i.e. the eye of a hurricane is very calm.

 

Hang Ten!

 

Gary

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From: Neilanddavid1@aol.com [mailto:Neilanddavid1@aol.com]
Sent:
Tuesday, March 04, 2003 2:24 PM
To:
gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re Sea Crest.

 

Hi Gary,
          
             Thank you for the chance to take over the Cafe Sea Crest, we really appriecate the gesture.  Already we have moved in and redecorated the home and plan to re-decorate the cafe by the end of the week.
Please find attached a photo of Neil , Valerie and myself on the day she handed the keys over, a lovely lady who we will be keeping in touch with  when she moves to spain.
i wont keep you any longer as we know you are a very busy man, however, once again thank you for the chance of running the business, i promise we will not let you down.

yours.

David & Neil