From: Gary S.
Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Monday, January 27, 2003 7:22 PM
To: lvd
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: refund
Louise, I got off speaking with Fransciso late
this afternoon. We have now spoken 3 times. I called him once and twice now he
has called me back wanting to know how much wood I want delivered. All I got
out of him was his pricing, $175 for citrus and pinewood and $275 for oak?
Spanish remains foreign to me and static makes me erratic to mention little of
it screwing up my mathematics. I think, though, we should be able to clear this
matter up in short order.
Earlier today I spoke with a friend of
mine who made two deliveries of wood. When he made the first delivery,
delivering half a cord,
he couldn’t remember exactly when, although he says there was no other
wood around at the time. When he made the second delivery several weeks later,
delivering the balance, he seemed to think that there might have been more wood
on the ground in the exact same spot where he dropped the first load, but he
couldn’t be sure.
If in fact you folks came in and dumped
your load right on top of his first load then that might explain most if not
all of the confusion. No doubt there are more wood peckers suffering from ADD in Pinevalley
than in Del Mar.
I will assume unless I hear otherwise that
we got oak and you guys simply dropped your load on top of the existing load of
wood perhaps to protect the bottom wood from miljew. I
certainly don’t want to pursue this matter any further especially in
questioning how much each party dropped because I can then see a whole lot of
shit hitting the fan and right now all the birds seem happy to mention little
of the terrific karma at Stonehenge II and of course the last thing I would
want is for the place to burn to the ground because of someone getting upset
with me because of my inability to gauge this fukukta measurement system.
I don’t remember seeing a business
card on my motorcycle although I might have simply picked the card off the
ground thinking it might have fallen out of my pocket while deplaning. After
riding my Dukati rocket
monster it takes me as much as a good half hour to unwind. As you know the
wind tends to pick up around 2pm each and every day that
provides enough momentum that has the pendulum-swing
creating pandemonium in my head to mention little of why leave a business card
on the bike when there are two entrance doors to choose from?
You have to understand I was raised in Africa. We had
though electric ovens and in fact central heating although why we didn’t
simply add another half a dozen or so staff to simply fan the place and at the
same time kill the flies and mosquitoes instead of them incubating in the
air-conditioning system creating what could have contributed to quite a number
of “brainne
dead”
people, myself included. I kept low though and blew out the door at the very
first opportunity. Most of the time even in Africa when people come knocking
and no one is in they tend to leave a note usually on the front door along the
lines of, “Hi so and so, sorry you weren’t in butt wanted to make
sure you are all warm
and fuzzy” [sic].
No doubt you will be happy to know that our
neighbors within a couple of weeks of us moving in arranged a great party and
the entire neighborhood showed up to meet the “birde and
groom” [sic].
One of the many things I love about the
blue jays are the two stripes on their forehead which tie in well with my
websites
DNA
Next tTOo
Breeding is everything
When I make a mistake I pay for it and as
you know when someone else makes a mistake it is up to each one of us to hold
that person accountable. If you think I did you wrong in any way by my previous
email/s don’t hesitate to let me know and I will keep our dialogue going
on the NextraTerrestrial.com website once I take care of some other matters
including addressing Doctors Kelly and Price on the “Dark
Matter” as well as an email that has more than a handful of folks a
little ancy which sets the cat amongst the pigeons on several fronts, most
importantly the Hot Water Wars which are already causing people to slip more
than they should. Loose
lips sink ships.
You decision not to respond to the www.sellnext.com website is almost as
telling in its deafening silence as an email I sent to a Stanford law graduate
back in July of last year who simply wanted me to sign on several dotted
lines preventing me possibly from moving ahead in my efforts to get Governor
Davis impeached.
There were approximately 100 individuals
copied on my last email to you and then the same people I believe received an
email I sent to a friend of mine the following day who is quite a remarkable
lady, someone I have known 20+ years, who I
would vote for president were she to decide to run. Although I don’t
share her current leftist slant she was raised right and decided to stand by the love of her life
as his father’s tomb was removed from Arlington Cemetery and placed in its rightful spot although Larry Lawrence is
probably now nothing more than a bottom fisher.
Laurie is today a mother of four and could
no doubt get any man she wanted based purely on her looks although I suspect
her pocket book remains as respectable as her reputation in the business world
where she is the queen amongst a handful of stellar men. In all the time I have
known her never once have I seen her use her connections to her father-in-law,
the former Ambassador to Switzerland, to gain competitive advantage. On the contrary I simply believe
it has mostly caused pain like some of the things I say in my emails.
The truth though does set us free by
letting the young who are our future know that we adults do take responsibility
for our sins but not for that of our parents and grandparents despite my belief
that God chose them and challenges us to do better. No doubt Laurie helped get Clinton elected and so did I by voting for him when his opponent Mr. Bush
broke his word, “Read my lips…---…”
A lie is a lie no matter what and the
better educated simply have more ways of being creative in delivering their
equally repulsive message that the power elite know what’s best for those
who “butter their bread.” Everything though is relative. I only got
to watch Sting performing “SOS” during yesterday’s Superbowl
proceedings but I received a lot of email from folks who said they were
thinking of me. I was, however, out by the beach watching some terrific surfing
where athletes worked with nature. I understand that they are planning a series
of TV shows that have gladiators fighting to the death. This idea may not be as
sound as some of the solutions I have for bringing warring parties together.
By now the houses I helped purchase at the
base of Machu Picchu should be nearing completion and I will be proposing it is time
for everyone to take a deep breath, visit our spot there, have a laptop handy
and watch as our Perfect Storms unfold.
For what my opinion is worth, not all men
are bad and those of us getting balder by the day despite clowning around and
suggesting otherweiss, we had
all better get quick with the program because make no mistake the end is insite.
I remain cautiously optimistic since I know of at least 5 guys out there who have
the right combinations to help make this world a far better place. Each of us
men needs just one good woman to lead us by the nose, especially us Jewish guys
with rather long noses.
Both my email to you on the 25th
and the one to Laurie Black on the 26th resulted in two individuals asking me
to take them off my list. The list included a mate
from South Africa, who had previously requested to be taken off my list but I
later sent him a response email that may have him now reconsidering staying in
the dark. One person wanting to be “deleted” is a guy by the name
of Dwolfson who I have yet to meet and I think a guy by the name of
“tucker” who may in fact be a relation of mine. I deleted his email
thinking at first it was my programmer Adam Tucker who was simply playing a joke on me. I plan to have a website
and/or hyperlink that lists all the people who do not want to be on my email
list.
All the best
Gary
Ps – I just got finished answering
the door from an agent representing Jelley Properties. This agent’s first
question was “How much are you paying sellnextcom to advertise your
home?” When I told her that I hate “double bookkeeping” she
offered to place free full-color ads in newspapers and circulars as well as
getting us in to the MLS for a “total fee of 2%.” I was in a bit of
a hurry and so it is possible I didn’t get all the detail down but I will
be following up with her sometime tomorrow to make certain. It certainly sounds
fair to me, wouldn’t you agree? I think NextraTerrestrial.com better
watch out with sellnext.com clipping on its heels to mention little of the
eMANandDOGŠGODdnaNAME
mastercard credit program I hope to launch once my Adam gets
the programming and me “up to speed.”
From: Lvd
Sent: Sunday, January 26, 2003 8:12 AM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: Re: refund
Sometime back Nov-Dec I along w/ a Pine Valley
Broker/friend of mind had FRANCISCO FIREWOOD deliver a large truckload of
oak firewood. We left his business card on your bike. To verify delivery
you can call (760)415-4811, firewood guy Francisco.
Or check w/ Bud Brown he accompanied
us that day.
Cc: rest
Sent: Saturday, January 25, 2003 9:38 AM
Attention: Louise “par-excel-lance”
real estate broker
Subject: Rock Cabin refund.
Louise, I don’t recall
receiving a response to the email I sent you back on November 5th
although I have sum 10000 + emails yet to open and if you changed your email
address it could have got lost in the shuffle.
In the meantime we have not exactly had
to shuffle around the rock cabin in order to stay warm waiting for you to
deliver a cord of wood. Please return the $300 by mailing me a check to PO Box
307 Del Mar California.
Gary
Ps - I recently launched another
website www.sellnext.com – Given
the little you had to do in order to earn your sales commission to mention
little of the time value to me of the $300, I would like you to consider giving
me sum feedback in terms of “quid pro quo.”
By the way did you ever give any
thought as to why someone as “sofisticated”
as me would allow you and the selling agent to get your full commission given
the standard discounts your industry is taking to mention little of the number
of hits my websites are getting from quarters unimaginable? Don’t forget
to go to the hyperlinks on page 3 of sellnext.com. The emails to both Ms. Kimberly Hunt of KUSI and another real estate
broker are quite revealing.
It will be quite interesting to see
if someone of her ilk is interested in wading through the maze to find the
nuggets of truth. Frankly, I don’t know if any “reporters”
are really interested in discovering, or reporting anything new, especially if
they have to work for it. I think most are barely capable of regurgitating
pabulum which is spoon fed them on a platter. What I am offering up
doesn’t quite fit in with bread & circuses.
A mind is a terrible thing to lose
and the same with friends and why I stress the importance of us each getting to
know one another the sooner the better, mitigating the possibilities of anyone
even dreaming about playing it fast and loose. Security is a big issue with me
these days and I am taking all necessary precautions to protect my most valued
assets to mention little of where I get my peace of mind and why I manage to do my best thinking while
sound asleep.
I cannot stress enough these days a
statement attributed to Einstein, “How many coincidences does it take
before it is no longer a coincidence?” The sooner we all get with the
program the more likely we will be friends on the other side. Hell is only here
on earth and by now you know what I believe God has in store for those of us
too big for our boots.
I really do keep my friends very
close as well as a picture of our family shop in Vilnius,
Lithuania as my laptop screen saver, a reminder of what happens when we allow
things to grow out of control creating more structures for things like termites
to eat away at, K-marts
et al to boot. There are really few things that eat away at my soul given the
fact that I live each day like it is my last knowing full well there is clear
and precise record of my past. And of course everything I do is heartfelt.
A year ago this past December I
walked the English countryside for several days around a property I purchased
in Minehead, Somerset, finding shelter in the oddest of places but the greatest
warmth was from curling up under trees allowing my thoughts to wonder to when I
skated as a kid free of all restrictions getting my first lessons in
understanding breeze, lift and most of all power and why I never freeze
especially when the going gets tough and most of the tough folk lose their
bearings, the bearing straits a reminder of how well connected we once were,
yet with more ocean between us, the more cut off many of us are and the more
apart we become as we get old, and of course more unglued with each tick of the
clock, those of us that is who allow our formal education to interfere with our
learning.
Nothing like using one’s head
to generate electricity nor for that matter should we turn our noses up as
those who are able to judge a book by its cover. Not only does it save the
“Is” it dispenses with the need to see who is fixated on crossing
the Ts mostly so-called “professionals” trying to make ends meet
and by now you may know I am about to take up “sword fighting”
although us English would say “fencing.” One of
the many things I love about the rock cabin area in these hills is the lack of
fences.
Most of the time though I just get
moving breathing in the fresh air and eating a berry or two and drinking lots
of water. I was, however, wearing a thick sheep skin jacket and my eldest
brother’s Wellington boots which were a good 3 sizes too big giving me
all the cushioning and water protection I needed with enough space to move my
toes and ponder how the TOES
had got so lost in a maze full of oversized egos.
I made a number of fair sized
financial contributions on that trip more so than I usually do always aware
that I am being watched and of course if one believes in God one has nothing to
fear but our fellow man who is lost in a cloud not knowing what is up or for
that matter down, hence my Bottoms Up Schooling to
get rid of the rot
making certain it never reaches the bald spot which has yet to appear on my
head.
We still have fish left over from a
fishing expedition this past summer and this evening we are off to watch the
fireworks from a friend of mine’s 15 meter yacht not quite the size yacht
Mr. “Circle”
K was alluding to in his deposition of a former senior executive of Revlon but
nonetheless this man of Lebanese descent knows a thing or two about structure
and then some, Tabuli to enjoy, Parkinsons disease to beat.
