From: Marius van Wyk [marius.vw@cox.net]
Sent: Monday, April 07, 2003 12:59 PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: RE: SELLing the NEXT big thing - THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH

 

Hi Gary

 

Please don't read my slow response to the t-shirt email as a  lack of interest or seriousness.  I was simply focused on preparing for this past weekend, and it seemed from your response that the potential implication for me was not going to be immediate.

 

The t-shirt project sound like something stemming mainly altruistic motivations, whereas mine are somewhat more self-centered.  A mix like that probably results in someone getting less than their fair share, but maybe I'm wrong.  I have to know more about the product to consider the workshop idea.  At first glance it may clash with the jewelry, but where the kids are the moms are usually not too far behind.  That said, this past weekend I spent trying to sell at an elementary and middle school festival, but the parents were spending exclusively on their kids.  My stuff is more adult orientated.

 

Have you been busy with your camera?  Send me a photo of Marie on the runway so that I can have a better idea of what we are talking about.  Self-portraits won't sell quite as well.

 

I was downtown during your last court appearance, but saw your email too late to occupy the peanut gallery.

 

Cheers,

Marius

 

 

-----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

 

Hi Gary

 

I noticed the mention of some t-shirt project while scanning through your e-mails.  (Some people do manage to read some of it!)  This is of some interest to me, as I shall attempt to explain.

 

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.

 

Let me know.

 

Thanks,

Marius