-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Tuesday, April 01, 2003 1:20
PM
To: 'Marius van Wyk'
Cc: Bruce
Bigelow; Devin
Standard; Cbyron; M Wolman; Mad. W; Cliff
Benn (E-mail); Ghurst; Jodi Ruiz; Jerry
Phillips
Subject: RE: SELLing the NEXT big
thing - THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
Marius, I know you won’t mind if I use your e-mail to me to
respond to a couple of “anonymous” individuals who are not exactly sure why I
include them in my “preachy” emails remembering of course that my primary focus
right now is to fine-tune the message before communicating one-on-one with
people like Dan Rather of CBS who I consider as close as it gets to being brain
dead, i.e. after years of inhaling your own bullshit, believing that none of it
stinks, the damage done to the brain is in my opinion irreversible.
The anonymous e-mailer in the “Some people do manage to read SUM of it!”
[sic] got a number of things wrong. Although Mr. Ashworth Esq. can when called
to task be as good a dresser as Mr. George “Hearst” [sic] he is not at this
time part of the stellar management team I am assembling to revolutionize not
only fund raising for schools but it will in my opinion bring about a paradigm
shift in more than the entire clothing industry.
This e-mailer may have thought just like Dr. John Pollard
that “stained” t-shirts were “sheer madness” and of course the t-shirt I will be
wearing in court in just a few moments is our first sample hot off the assembly
line.
Despite owning perhaps more than my share of trademarks,
much the same way that some folks may feel that I have overdone it with my
“steamy” art collection, I have not as yet filed for a trademark of either
“sheer madness” or for that matter
The Meek
With Teeth
Inherit
Shall
The Earth
4 1 simple reason that I have yet to decide exactly how this
will all “lay out” in the
scheme of things.
I do, however, challenge anyone who may think of playing it
“fast and loose” with the
many ideas I am putting forth in my emails to think at least twice before
deciding to do the smart as well as the right thing and set aside a “fair sum” for me and my growing legions
of supporters who think that backing my “crusade” makes a “hole lot” [sic] of
sense.
Of course I understand the importance of the mighty dollar
despite it’s inevitable downward spiral unless our very smart President George
W. Bush does the responsible thing and places a lid on those “smart alec” folk
sitting on the sidelines waiting for the “market value” of
public companies to slip below their intrinsic net worth.
When need be, I can be articulate in communicating but the
“anonymous” out there have to realize that although I believe we are all born
within 15 standard deviation points of intelligence that number moves
exponentially in both directions for each and every train smash that the
average toddler is subjected to.
I think it is conceivable that tall kids have a distinct
disadvantage to those of us who remained midgets long enough to avoid the
airborne feces coming out of over-controlling parents who couldn’t control both
their bowel as well as vowel movements
and why I am advocating that we measure our words ever so carefully, weary of
those who plant seeds of discontent amongst the masses, mostly the
well-educated liberal elite who at the first opportunity to own ocean front
property go down the squirrelly path that has us all earmarked for Armageddon.
I am though on the side of the sun as folks like Mr. Krinsk
know all too well although some who have known me longer than 4 odd years are
undoubtedly fearful of what I might do next.
A short while earlier I was sitting in the icecream shop of
one my business-colleagues who happens to produce the best gelato ice-creams in
the world and it won’t be long before you see our art-t-shirts displayed at
Gelato Vero that is located at 3753 India Street within an earshot of the San
Diego Airport which I might head to right after our court proceedings today,
assuming of course I don’t get handcuffed, placed behind bars and Dr. Stewart
being given the pleasure of throwing the key away.
Yesterday, while waiting for my 2pm PST appointment with Mr. Krinsk, I
compiled some notes that I will
be drawing down on when I next communicate with Professor Bernie Black of Stanford University Law School. Soon after
60 Minutes called Mr. Krinsk I stopped making notes although I was able to read
“in-between the lines” when Mr.
Krinsk took a call from Bruce Bigelow’s
boss at the San Diego Union Tribune.
Mr. Krinsk may not have fully realized that although he
turned to face the window the reflection of the lines on his forehead provided
all the input I needed; no different to what we now know of the techniques many
if not all of the great master artists used to get their proportions right.
What seemed to help me get a realistic assessment of the Big Boss’
communication although very one sided was my sense that Mr. Krinsk was looking
into Bill Lerach’s office over at Milberg Weiss for what the 1,000 lb gorilla
Bill was contemplating in terms of his next move?
“… Your story pretty much on point… dwarf …
nothing left… increasingly apparent… gremlins taking care of right from under….
insurance … John Moores as a control person... Significant…wether
or not it will have real legs… I believe
it has a negative net worth at this port…” [sic].
That last hyperlink is of a drawing done by an unknown
artist on a good friend of mine’s bachelor party in New York back on January 16th 1995. I have
made reference to Derrick Beare on the odd
occasion to mention little of a recent footnote that makes very specific
reference to the company where he may still work and of course I assume no one
would so dumb as to fire this incredible “rain maker.” It is possible that
Investec may have in fact been funded by his uncle a rather well-known South
African financier who I know relatively well although I have never worked
directly with Jonathan Beare in the past.
I can say for almost certain, however, that his nephew is
one of a kind in terms of both his generosity and credibility but most of all
Derrick has heap loads of integrity to mention little once again of his
remarkable head for numbers perhaps even better than his uncle who most South
Africans I have come into contact with assume to be a genius, perhaps though
for no other reason than for the “fact” that before Jonathan Beare became one
of the most successful entrepreneurs on the planet he took at a stab at being a
physicist. I have yet to confirm any of this, however, with Jonathan or Derrick
Beare for that matter. I don’t even know
for certain if Jonathan Beare properly graduated from High School.
I recently met up with Jonathan at one of his ever expanding
family functions where it looked to me like the Rothschilds had assembled
enmasse paying their respects to the only South African don I know. Now to be
clear on this point, I have not, to the best of my knowledge, ever once come
into contact with the so-called Mafia and so I wouldn’t know a don from a crook
like Ronald “O.
Ring” Perelman. In the middle of one of the courses Jonathan and I played a
little bit of pong together nothing though as close to or as imaginative as the
most boring of the pong games Jeffrey Krinsk
and I have played over the past 4 years.
Before my time is up I plan to unwrap a series of not all
that inventive plays that have been going on for ions that while beefing up the
bank accounts of the already over bloated steal the inventive spirits of the
worker bees who are held back by organizations like IBM who employ banks of
patent lawyers to keep the best and brightest ideas on shelves while milking
the planet of its rich mineral resources that keep this marvelous perpetual
motion machine on track to meeting up at some point with our maker at which
point everything becomes purely mathematical.
Which reminds me of what occurred as I departed Mr. Krinsk’s
office yesterday. He gave me a poorly cut out article about a N.Y. Judge
questioning the “Tobacco Settlement fees” being paid to attorneys. Contained in
the article are references to lawyers charging “over $13,000 per hour for every
hour spent on the New York case by
each lawyer, regardless of experience or skill.” Recently I increased my hourly
rate to $126,000 per hour. For the life of me I cannot remember what Jeffrey and I
agreed on as it relates to my hourly rate and I trust the fact that he too has
simply forgotten but certainly I wouldn’t accept anything close to a paltry sum
of $13,000 per hour.
On the other hand I wouldn’t want to get on the receiving
end of one of Jeffrey’s
knuckleballs which reminds me to find out from Jeffrey whether
his neighbor who must be in great physical shape due to Jeffrey’s recent
backwash has responded to Jeffrey’s generous
suggestion of filing a claim against Jeffrey’s
property and casualty insurer. Something tells me that his neighbor is far
better off just handing over the keys to at least his back porch but maybe it
was just the porche I heard
passing by, which reminds me of another important man in my life, Mr. Fred
Deluca whose acquaintance with me may have led to George W. Bush getting enough
votes in Florida to carry him into the White House but I won’t bore you with
that story right now as my courtroom hearing is about to begin.
Suffice to say I only once met Fred Deluca. Fred is the founder and 50% owner of Doctors
Associates who happen to own the Subway chain of sandwich stores, another
endless money making machine although I think the literature Fred puts out says
he started the juggernaught at age 17 and Fred too is good with numbers and
most would argue pretty good looking to boot. What I have always wanted to know
is who kick-started Subway when it was in big big trouble back in the early
1980s. The United States Justice Department were once all ready, lock stock and
barrel, to delve into the why Subway was the “Biggest problem in franchising” and
then Bill Clinton got out his Hubble Telescope and the rest is history but not
quite.
Fred, though is one crazy guy and someone who probably knows
how to party almost as well as Derrick Beare although my
partying with Fred lasted from New Years Eve 1996 all through New Years Day
1997 before we eventually got to lock horns before pulling out our swords but
never was their any blood but it did come close. His hound dogs though were no
match for my verbal skills which I was only just beginning to fine tune.
Just like I now have Dr. Stewart in a pincer movement the
check mate move for Mr. Deluca came about when he sent me a series of e-mails
that demonstrated beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was interfering in the
business of “Sonmed” [sic]. I
did, however, eventually let Mr. Deluca off the hook when I uncovered that the
President of the company who had got Fred to help fund her business at a very
critical juncture had in fact played it fast and loose with the man who is
known to play it very rough. Some might argue the fact that Fred who to the
best of my knowledge confines his “scrumming” to the courtrooms, is no
different than if he were to call out his henchmen and simply break legs.
Which leads to why we need to reexamine our entire system of
government and who is in fact making the laws that we are all supposed to abide
by, i.e. those who had the biggest guns have simply converted their ill-gotten
gains in to buying power and influence and then peddling their elevated
standing to the masses who are happy it seems to get their loaf of bread.
The pending economic doom, however, will take the beef out
of the muscle as those used to an unhealthy diet may find their food chain
drying up; a matter to be discussed at a later time as I head into the
courtroom having stretched the limits of my 3 hours in front of the computer
screen. So far this entire email hasn’t taken me 30 minutes to compile and most
of the time was futzing with the hyperlinks.
With that said, you could offer a “workshop” situation
alongside samples of already “home-made” t-shirts, using the Grubbygrub.com
brand of blank-t-shirts which I have tasked Jeffrey Krinsk
amongst a host of clothing “mongruels” still battling to make ends
meet who may see an opportunity to have more than oatmeal on their breakfast
tables recognizing though that such a porridge isn’t likely to stain. And of
course we now have “eyes in the sky” looking for would-be competitors to make
certain they play fair and square.
As much as we like the idea of “fair competition” it seems a
whole lot smarter to just work with us grubbygrub.com folks who don’t believe
it necessary to have our pound of flesh like some of the 10% crowd that have
their origins in the shtels of Durban, South
Africa.
The “workshop” could provide for
kids-parents-wannabe parents a forum to produce their individualistic “stain”
to mention little of the need to always keep a spot for Manager Minute
One.
Yesterday Marie produced a couple more artistic samples
which I will be “modeling” this
evening at Trophy’s in La Jolla for the
former president of Hang Ten which will include some “sheer madness” designs
that might look a whole lot better on the waitresses.
At 1:30pm PST Mr.
Ashworth Esq. and I are meeting at the courthouse in downtown San Diego where the “airwar”
on getting rid of liars, stealers and cheaters shall begin in earnest. The last
time Mr. Ashworth and I last had the pleasure of addressing the baseless
allegations made by Dr. John Ben Stewart I was afforded the comfort of seeing
Mr. Ashworth display his brilliance albeit him being under the wether.
If you are in the area come on down. You may even find
yourself a front row seat.
Gary
Ps – If I am make it out of here in one piece today I will
recheck tomorrow what I have written and make any appropriate changes.
-----Original Message-----
From: Marius
van Wyk [mailto:marius.vw@cox.net]
Sent: Monday, March 31, 2003 11:00 PM
To: Gary Gevisser
Subject: SELLing the NEXT big
thing
I have a little side project going
which will involve the selling of jewelry at mainly weekend craft
markets. My friend Anne, whom you met the other day, brought me a little
stash from Mexico.
I'm working some contacts of mine in SA to get their heads out of African
time and supply me with some samples of their own to broaden my range.
Presently it involves mainly silver and some gemstone with emphasis on the
female form, which suits me just fine.
I'm also open to other items that
could provide for some color and a "crafty" feel to my
presentation. It does not need to be limited to jewelry, as
long as the overall presentation makes sense. Typically a street fair
space is 10x10 feet, since that is also the size for the popular fold-up canopies.
I can display my stuff in a pretty compact form, which allows space for items
like say specially crafty t-shirts. I thought that you may be interested
to discuss the possibilities. Since the demographics of these markets
differ quite a bit, it will be a good method for testing the water.
I don't have much product for the lowest end of the market though, and plan to
keep it that way.
T-shirts or no t-shirts, this email
also serves general notice of my interest in other products. Any
input will be welcomed. This is new territory for me, and may lead
to something worthwhile and fun.
It looks like my first market will
be this coming Sat and Sun.
