From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Monday, April 14, 2003 7:15 PM
To: Adam Tucker
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: The meek with teeth shall inherit the earth - Perfect Storm VII & Perfect Storm III unite

 

Adam, thanks for your feedback on my E-mail response to my good friend, Laurie Black, the terrific mother of 4 incredible children.

 

As the number of kids increase in a two parent households especially when the number reaches the all-important 3, the greater the sum of the parts, i.e. the greater the return which is all part and parcel of each kid having to do more in terms of working things out on their own, learning to get along, unless of course you are 4th + in line and then you can simply bide your time cruising waiting for the “Digital Age” of 10.

 

0 or 1 has confused many in terms of being “at one” and of course zero is really not a number, that for something to be a number, at least an integer, it must be either real or imaginary and there is nothing imaginary about going around in circles as man has been doing this “ad-infinitum” [sic][1].

 

I’ve attempted to explain some of the more out of the realm mathematical expressions in terms of Guidance II which is principally aimed at the ingenious TOES out there who since time in memorial have been pulling at strings, scratching away, losing their hair and will very likely start ducking for cover as “more in” [sic] more people embrace that word we all use so often without fully coming to grips with what exactly is meant by the truth.

 

It is all about being in tune and every so often some lost soul picks up say a copy of a golden oldie like the Old Testament or the Kabala which in my opinion is the newer offspring of Numbers, one of supposedly the 5 books of Moses which I have yet to read from cover to cover and then wrecks havoc on the masses while telling them to give up their earthly possessions in favor of some King or Queen or as in our case the United States Senate.

 

Now one can just imagine what King Golden who is copied on this email must thinking, “Finally, we might be able to shut him the fcuk up by drawing down on the Republican Party’s Patriot Act. Hey Roger Robinson, can’t you call up President Regan’s Kitchen Cabinet head, you know the guy who became I think it was Regan’s chief of staff, the same guy you became business partners with when you left the White House?” [sic]

 

I am told Madonna has now embraced the Kabala which reminds me I need to warn her about old neighbor Sammy who has quite a command of the teachings of the Kabala but for some reason is so poor at execution and I suspect his math is better than his English.

 

It is though all in the numbers and even someone with absolutely no schooling in mathematics knows for a fact the numbers don’t lie, that there is no such thing as a bad business only bad business people.

 

Adam, please understand that I am still having to fine tune my pitch, catering to a sophisticated business audience like business writer Don Bauder as well as teleprompter anchorwomen like Kimberly Hunt who couldn’t find their way it seems out of a brown paper bag to mention little of her former boss JW. August, managing editor of the ABC Network affiliate in San Diego. It seems though Ms. Jimenez must be getting a whole lot of laughs as I use her email address to communicate with Mr. JW “duck and dive” August. One can only wonder whether she is simply content to be sitting in the pound seats, getting one hell of kick of bootstrap approach to having a string of number one websites on the planet and hasn’t yet bothered asking JW for a raise?

 

I don’t think I have yet to fully explain the “conversion” of the mathematics behind gravity into words that at least I know someone like my mom would be able to understand but here is a quick stab at it.

 

Gravity which is made up of 7 letters also adds up 64 according to the “NextTOo” line in Guidance II. The two numbers combined add to 71. According to those more expert in Kabala than neighbor Sammy, the numbers of names of God is 72. We also know that according to most biblical scholars one of the first series of the words attributed to God talking to man are, “I am the Lord thy God. God just happens to be one” [n-sic]

 

So, doing simple arithmetic,

 

Gravity=71+1=72=God=1

 

=>Gravity=1-1=0

 

In other words if we stop moving we die.   

 

aND by the dawning of the New Era where information transfer is at light speed, the gap separating the haves from the have-nots disappears into thin air, there is the high probability of parents having finally got their acts together with the older siblings running interference whenever one or both parents breakdown. There is unfortunately or fortunately, little redundancy for kids in households of less than 5, “4 they” [sic] are essentially “fcuked” [sic].

 

Yesterday a young lady scientist who was 5’4” after taking into account two inch platform shoes showed up at Marie’s house. Her 6’3” high boyfriend also a scientist but working at a different local biotech company who I haven’t met but I assume doesn’t wear “tTOo high” [sic] platform shoes had come by a few days ago to first view the house. The thought occurred to me whether anyone has ever done a study which talks to the success rate of relationships between individuals of significant differing heights, “wether” [sic] there is any differences in the standard deviation of different groups and/or species?

 

As you know having spent time with Sebastian Capella a good painting is made up of 3 things, shape, value and color. In nature you can have all different shapes, values and colors all competing in perfect harmony but when you we try and do the same thing on canvas, nothing short of magic can pull it all together if any one of those elements are in anyway off, none more so important than shape, i.e. if you can’t draw you can’t paint.

 

Folks like Picasso managed to pull off distortion almost to art form but there are not that many Picassos lying around at least not appropriate enough for Grubbygrub.com t-shirts.

 

Our first t-shirt was sold this morning. We are now in business. Our trademark is now perfected.

 

Everything begins with the shape, the so-called subject, and no amount of manipulation can sort out something with the wrong shape. Any attempts to futz too long with the painting only tends to muddy the waters. It takes a master painter with tons of knowledge and skill to perform miracles of color mixing let alone having the right technique to apply the paint who can still bring back a “deadened object”, i.e. unity, by using black lines which is nothing short of cheating never though achieving a perfect score for the subject matter is now an impression, not quite the real thing. So in a nutshell, what is needed is to simply connect up the dots and as you know enough dots make up a line.

 

Yesterday Pypeetoe met his first girlfriend at the beach. Her name is Dot and she had just came off heat but that didn’t stop the two of them from enjoying themselves for what seemed like a lifetime. Certainly, I was exhausted just from throwing rocks and stones at the two of them, although I was really just practicing my aim in the event I one day have to defend myself against a Philistine. Marie, though go to spend an hour with Dot’s owner Jerry and his sixteen year old son Brian telling them about Grubbygrub.com, the stain, and of course Sheer Madness, thanks to Dr. John Pollard.

 

The bottom line in a relationship as with any painting is the values, the differing shades of “grey” [sic]. It seems as the rapacious get older they compensate for their lack of control in all areas, none more so than bodily functions, with being over controlling of others and of course it doesn’t surprise me that the word “fart” and “art” go so well together.

 

Any attempts to over-control anything only leads to disaster and so I find it classically comical that we would have two folks, Bob Dole the Viagra promoter and ex-president Clinton “wallpaper” President head-to-head, two hot heads who love to debate with themselves. Before watching 60 Minutes last night I saw a rerun on one of the cable shows as the one senator from Arkansas during Clinton’s impeachment proceedings made a number of hilarious remarks about Clinton but none more so caught my attention than the one, “…the punishment of removal from office is pale in terms of the punishment he has already suffered.” 

 

The senator who I first thought was going to be giving a classic Mark Anthony speech you know the one, “My purpose here is to bury Cesar good and proper but first let me tell you what an asshole he is and then I will have my Democratic Senators plough your spears first into the hearts of your spouses and then do the right thing and commit hurry curry.” [sic]

 

Some spouses just us inordinate amounts of salt to kill off those they no longer care and most resort at some time or another to simply use money and sex as weapons of control; weapons of love, weapons of destruction.

 

On Saturday afternoon, just before I was about to hit the send button communicating my “at war” with Vicky Schiff of Wetherly Capital, Mr. Bellows showed up at The Cave doorstep and we summarily left for dinner where the first order of business was some Italian wine. The “legs” forming on the inside of the wine glass were pretty good, which according to Marie was a good sign the wine was, “it has a good body.”

 

A lot of kids today especially in more affluent homes have the attitude if something gets lost or breaks that it can simply be replaced. Perhaps one of the few areas where poorer kids in bigger homes have even more of a leg up or “tTOo” [sic] is in the “gravitational pull” to improvise, thus stirring the creative juices.

 

Earlier this afternoon I left a second message for Jeffrey Krinsk who must be sweating bullets knowing that for every dollar he pays in taxes, let alone social security is essentially lost forever, unless of course there is a change in the way we all do business.

 

It is both unusual for me to have to leave two messages even though I happen to know for a fact that today is Monday, the busiest day of the week at his law office and you don’t have to take my word or Jeffrey’s word on that just call 619-238-1333 right now and hear the voice of Kim answering the telephones. Even if I were to tell her that I was bringing Pypeetoe over it is unlikely to bring a smile to her face although the last time I visited these folks without my dog I still managed to make them all laugh especially when I nearly intercepted the call coming in from 60 Minutes which reminds me that not only do I have less than 5 minutes to complete this e-mail and to make sure that Bruce Bigelow’s e-mail address is deleted from my the email list, I have some rather important dinner plans tonight.

 

I had planned on getting a number of things accomplished today including following up on my email to Laurie. A number of events took place right after I sent her that email on Saturday afternoon in addition to Mr. Bellows’ delightful showing. I also received a phone call from one of my first girlfriends from South Africa whose father’s claim to fame other than being a rather good architect was his success in building the hypermarkets that are dotted around South Africa that could still be the largest retail shopping centers in the world.

 

I have known Lynne Bentel for going on 30 years, about 10 years more than I have known Laurie Black. They have a number of things in common besides for both being beautiful and not showing their age although if truth be told I have never seen either of them in the nude, in Laurie’s case, never and in the case of Lynne although she was undoubtedly one of if not the hottest looking women with the most incredible body, despite my 18 year old hormones we never did have sex. Lynne will forgive me for telling the truth. Today after giving birth to two also incredible children there are few women half her age who don’t go to bed dreaming about having a figure like Lynne’s and Lynne does have a pretty good head for numbers.

 

There may be something about people who compute well and he who seem to do quite well keeping their weight under control as they get older and of course no one comes more to mind than Marie who I guarantee would be able to command superstar modeling fees if she would only let me market her for just one “we-akwith or without a smile on her face.

 

Men just don’t seem to get it that women are far better at problem solving than me and when they come to us with a problem the best thing to do is to simply lesson, assume them to be imbeciles if it will make you happy and in all likelihood whatever smile you have on your face it will be wiped off in two twos for the simple reason that women mostly approach men with questions simply wanting to vent. The last thing they want is for a man, who like most men are single task oriented to help solve their problems and why it is that most men miss the mark no matter how well endowed they might be with some extra skin wrapped around a piece of muscle going nowhere but oh boy so exposed.

 

Which reminds me once again of poor Pypeetoe who despite being neutered had simply no clue as his testosterone took over but finding the mark was just so incredibly embarrassing, mostly for me. I hadn’t seen Marie as happy since we got out of bed several hours before. And as I've said before the thing I like most about her is when she wakes up in the morning almost invariably with a smile on her face assuming of course Pypeetoe has behaved himself during the night.

 

Last night I slept in one of the kid’s bedrooms since I am still attending to a cold and when I woke up in the morning I found that Pypeetoe had abandoned me during the night for Marie who allowed him to sleep on her pillow which has been off limits to me from the beginning. Before we went our separate ways last night with my dog obviously just humoring me waiting for me to fall asleep before taking over my spot in her bed there was pandemonium in the house next door and it looked like a remake of something Marie and I had once heard before. Enough said.

 

There is nothing worse than a know-it-all to destroy the enthusiasm of those around you especially one’s kids. I have, however, been around both Lynne and Laurie to know that neither of them suffer from that particular male species drawback.

 

I knew Lynne, though, was a little ticked off at me about a previous e-mail I had sent out about her father relying on some fukukta real estate broker rather than take my word he was going to get a rather good deal from me by buying my one property in Santa Monica with reps and warranties to boot. Lynne also knows though that I care very much about her and particularly her kids especially since I had a hand to play in her marrying her former husband Mr. Glass who I have yet to fully take to task for also using his one kid as “a shield” in getting at Lynne, no different in may ways to the conduct of Dr. John Ben Stewart, Marie’s ex-husband who clearly went overboard in his dealings with me.

 

The last I heard was that Marie still never heard back in writing from Dr. Stewart about confirming the summer vacation plans before he took the two kids off to Australia, just one more irritant that has me now as determined as ever to step on the gas.

 

Mr. Glass’ actions although clearly not as rapacious as Dr. Stewart’s which I have yet to discuss with a criminal prosecutor continue to bother me for the fact that Gary Glass went “around town” letting people like Trevor Goldberg, one of my “failed students” from the University of Natal, South for the “brain deed” [sic] know that their eldest once behaved “out of control” when in fact it was Gary Glass himself who was out of control based on all the evidence presented to me.

 

Lynne also mentioned that she had now sold their Malibu home and that last week their dog died as well as Gary’s father. Their dog once bit the testicles of a plumber friend of theirs who threatened to sue and I think actually collected a nickel or two. That same plumber had once played it a little fast and loose with me and when I heard what their dog had done I naturally patted the “weinerrama” [sic]on the back of the head careful not to have him lick me with blood and flesh still dripping from his mouth. At the time I could have had a bleeding nose but I wasn’t willing to take any chances.

 

Also earlier today I spoke with Eugenio Ortiz, the manager at Beacon Storage. Fortunately I didn’t need Laurie to remind call Eugenio to give him a heads up should his boss Mr. Mark Weinstein take another misstep. Mark Weinstein and Mr. Ortiz are both copied on this e-mail and just like with the folks from Wetherly Capital who have played it fast and loose, Mark Weinstein and I have yet to settle matters. Of course the sooner Mark Weinstein who is in many ways more sophisticated a businessman than either Dan Weinstein and Vicky Schiff, a former prosecutor to boot, decides to make the smart move and begin settlement proceedings directly it will stave off the noose getting tighter around his neck.

 

But as you know the smarter they are the harder they fall, just like those who have got too big for their boots.

 

There should be no doubt in your mind that my emails are being forwarded about like never before. Should you come across any activity that looks unauthorized don’t be alarmed and let them all have fun as the noose will get only tighter as the try and wriggle their way out.

 

I just this moment put down the phone to Mr. Amos Wright who you have yet to meet. He has been out of touch for the past couple of days as his good friend’s wife recently passed away. Steve O’Hare used is the retired president of Pacific Mutual Life Insurance company which is probably the largest mutual-life company in California. Mr. Wright was quite surprised that I continue to feel that Laurie Black would still be my first choice at this time for the first female president of the United States. He loved though my comment about King Golden possibly having died. Mr. Wright is intimately familiar with Mr. Golden and his poor stroke, golfing that is.

 

I am also copying King Golden Jnr Esq. Again, I haven’t heard from him in a while although he could just be on an extended vacation and that when he returns he may choose to ask that I delete his name from my email list. Ms. Valerie Schulte, however, an attorney for “bAN” [sic] has now sent me at least two emails that she is out of town but has not forgotten about me.

 

Now why certain parents say certain things that are patently false to others in addition to their offspring is something you know stirs my juices and my drive to want to help them do better. I don’t have any idea though if Trevor Goldberg has ever lifted a golf club in his life let alone having any “links” to the NAB although not necessarily specifically the National Association of Broadcasters which I sometimes smack with the acronym, “BAN” [sic] but when someone decides to go to bat against me or someone who I happen to care about, of course by now they should know I come with a “warning label.”

 

I just made myself a little earlier some Bija Tisanes Sante, “san caffeine” tea which Marie’s parents who are “go.fing” [sic] in God knows how many feet of snow in Montreal.    

 

Getting down to business. The latest computer rendering on The Meek With Teeth Shall Inherit the earth revised drawing.

 

I think there needs to be more thickness to the lines starting with the teeth, even the gills, that give it more 3 dimension; just take a look once again at Marie’s original drawing.

 

The “NextraTerrestrial” wording may not be a good idea. Perhaps going back to what you originally produced on the computer with a splash of color and then trying with a different font for the NextraTerrestrial wording? Also lets see what the graphic will look like with the wording, The meek with teeth

 

Adam, things are heating up on every front right now. The grubbygrub.com “stained” clothing concept seems to have captured the imagination of everyone without exception who has had any dealings with kids, to mention little of the corruption of charities and government, the two largest industries in the world followed by the clothing game with “gaming” in a neck and neck tie for 3rd place, all the result of “poor” schooling. We will also be starting a Grubbygrub.com line of clothing as well and using this email to put a number of folks in a variety of industries, particularly in the clothing game “on notice” to first consider joining in with “us” as opposed to doing the boring and intellectually dishonest thing of stealing other people’s ideas and of course at a minimum they will have to be as charitable as us.

 

Later this week we are going to be having a series of powwow gatherings up at Stonehenge II to kick around a whole bunch of ideas which I believe already provides enough of a framework to not only kick the boys and girls who essentially “play business” using “trading routes” such as off shore companies to hide their ill-gotten gains but more importantly will spur the creative spirits of both the young, the non-brain dead and of the very few old who limited the rot of their organs from reaching their minds to combine into one big orchestra where the sum of the parts are greater than the Hole.

 

I actually read two more pages of Holes last night, up to now page 12.

 

Grubbygrub.com’s coming out parade may very well be at the next Del Mar swapmeat held every Saturday right next to City Hall. Who knows I might even give a hand, weary though to bite the hand that feeds us. At this time the plan is to hold “workshops” on how to “please the world.”

 

The plan is to go beyond wanting to teach folks simply how to fish as in, “Let me show you how” especially when it comes from someone “poorly” schooled. Since I consider my time rather valuable these days and since the only thing I am unsure about is when my last day will be, I subscribe to doing everything I possibly can to get as “high a return” on “chewtoring” [sic] folk on how “tTOo fish” leaving it up to them to decide what would be “fair compensation.”

 

I had in fact completed two emails last week which I have yet to send, one to Vicky Schiff which I referred as I mentioned in my E-mail to Laurie Black and the other to Richard J. Chivaro, Chief Counsel, possibly former Chief Counsel for the State Controller’s Office who sent me a rather threatening E-mail back on September 8th 2002, at least I considered his comments diametrically opposed to the lay out and exercise of free speech with ordinary debate being tossed out the window, seemingly subscribing to the same principals as my mother, “I only debate people who agree with me.”

 

My mother though, is a private citizen.

 

I actually drafted my e-mail response to Mr. Chivaro last Thursday, April 10th, but decided fortunately or unfortunately to hold off on sending it out, the same with my E-mail to Vicky Schiff.

 

I did, however, have what I thought was a good conversation with Don Bauder late yesterday afternoon. I think it was around dinner time though in Colorado where this weekly columnist for The San Diego Weekly Reader hangs out. I chose to give this rather good business reporter a call after reading this week’s article titled, “Nerds Fleece Pubic.”  It begins, “The meek have not yet inherited the earth, but the nerds have taken over the world’s financial systems..”

 

One of the first things I told Don was that I was having a t-shirt or “tTOo” [non-sic] produced with the words, The Meek With Teeth…

 

Again, I will be following up first with Laurie before taking any further steps. She might have a win-win plan better than mine of holding the most rapacious individuals in the world accountable while empowering the kids to parent the parents who need the most help.

 

At a minimum I will soon be asking her husband Bob Lawrence, the son of former Ambassador Larry Lawrence who is like Roger Hedgecock a “recovering attorney” to give me his input on what I should do next and of course I would gladly accept any contributions from the Larry Lawrence estate in helping spread our message of truth, self-sufficiency blah blah.

 

I may not have all the ANSWERS but I have a whole lot more viable economic solutions then those welfare promoters I saw protesting in Los Angeles on C-SPAN yesterday. One speaker for this group The Act Now Stop War And End Racism named just about every ethnic group wanting to do the right thing, blah blah blah excluding the Jewish people. ANSWER’s antics and protestations against the war on tyrants amounts to nothing more than, “WE DON’T HAVE THE SOLUTION BUT IT IS NOT WAR.”

 

Gary

 

Ps – I noticed that nexttrial.com was down. Could the Perfect Storm have finally arrived, that the drought is finally coming to an end? Bring on the serfers. I have not even spell checked this email. Any “errors” will be displayed in red.

 

 

 

 

-----Original Message-----
From:
Adam Tucker
Sent:
Sunday, April 13, 2003 5:10 PM
To:
gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: RE: The meek with teeth shall inherit the earth - Perfect Storm VII & Perfect Storm III unite

 

I nly read the first 1/3 of the email (I just got back into town from visiting Julia's family in Malibu)  I will read the rest later this evening. I wanted to write you though and tell you how much of an improvement this is over anything you've CCed me on in quite a while. Had I not known it was you, I would think that someone else was involved in it's creation. You are much more coherant and even 'Joe Citizen' would have no problem following it.

 

I think Julia will be able to do the fish drawing this evening. I'll let you know as soon as she ihas it for you. I appologize for the delay.

 

Talk to you soon,

Adam

 



[1] It should have read since “time in memorial.” But unless we change the way we go about dealing with one another where the pursuit of truth is above and beyond anything else we desire we won’t continue indefinitely, of that I am all but certain, and more likely we will end up as some other species dinner, Thanksgiving to boot, i.e. It isn’t easy to soar like an eagle when surrounded by turkeys.