From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
Saturday, December 13, 2003 2:23 PM
To: Derrick Beare
Cc: Cliff Benn, Devin Standard; George “Money Talks” Hurst; Paul Tomson,
Subject: Next Symposium :) Marriage?

 

D – I just got your message. I am heading out the door tu meet with an architect to see about upgrading the units on Stanford Street.

 

One of the 3 so-hard-tu please tenants has left, now too vacant units. I would like to sell the whole building and be done with it, just don’t have the time to pay that much attention to this “one of a kind” property although I am getting a whole lot of mileage out of this rather pitiful investment.

 

If I do sell it and don’t invest in another “rental” property even though each one has separate title, i.e. condos, I could be faced with paying sum taxes, which I am loathe at this point tu do. I would much prefer to take out a loan, my mortgage under $350K, I believe the building as it stands today is worth around $1.8 million, the gross rents about $100K about 30% or so under market.

 

I simply don’t have the time or inclination to fill out the paper work needed to refinance, the bank wanting me to present tax returns which I haven’t yet filed, not that I owe a dime, not even a penny although when folks read this E-mail I sent out last night given my “command and control” of Homefed back in December 1998 that drove me stark raving mad, i.e. knuts, they may think I owe the IRS at least a couple of bucks, nothing though quite what I could have made on shorting Vivendi’s stock starting out on January 3rd 2002 when Marie had her will witnessed, the day Vivendi stock began a 280 day precipitous drop it and its sister company Vivendi Environmental losing sum $64 billion, to mention little of the joint safety deposit box I had with Ms. Vicky “Sticky” Schiff the co-managing director of the Wetherly Capital Group who were in the process of cutting a sweetheart deal with Vivendi when I “blew up” or should I say I blew “it” up.

 

Tu mention little of what paragraph 7 of Marie’s will means to an over-controlling individual hell bent on having his-her way, Mr. George “Money Talks” Hurst Esq. making so much more out of nothing back on October 24th of last year as a very fair minded judge dropped the guillotine on his client’s head, my vengeance only just now beginning, however, watching him and Dr. Sperm Donor JBS et al choke all the way to the bank, Marie’s former husband make no mistake very much feeling the pinch, much like Professor Aaron BrownNose Brown is inching more and more away from his anus possibly thinking that no matter how long he spends washing his hands after searching 4 the diamonds he could have gobbled down last night, following in the footsteps of Cliff Benn when caught in an Illicit Diamond Buying sting operation, even if using boiling hot water, never tu forget the Hot Water Wars, it will never be enough to satisfy at least me, nothing more bothersum tu me than a bunch of pricks who derive great satisfaction in exceeding the limits of their small authority, i.e. evil doesn’t come in the form of a pointed tail or pitched fork, man not so much an enigma but possibly needing to take more enemas, beginning with, however, a recapitulation of sum Latin expressions, as in Amo Amas, and don’t forget to bring back sum good South African wine, agree?

 

The C-BANG email I sent out yesterday to Professor BrownNose shows a number of things I have been working on as of late, going backwards as well as forwards, up and down, essential in understanding sum of the nuances but it doesn’t, however, require any math to come to grips with the fact that in combining a number of basic “knowns” I have more likely than not, in fact I am quite certain, remembering in Quantum Physics there is no such thing as certainties only probabilities, completed the final step in Einstein’s search 4 a Unified Theory 4 the Inner-Workings of the Universe, although Einstein upon completing his work commonly referred to as General Relativity an offshoot of Special Relativity considered his and a Mr. Grossman’s mathematical conclusions, summarized in E=mc˛ nothing more, nor less, 4 that matter, than the “Mind of G-D”, given its preciseness, Einstein’s, failure, however, in my opinion to complete his work on a

 

Unified theory

For the inner workings

Of the universe

 

Was his reluctance in embracing quantum mechanics, simply going forward, thinking that he was the smartest person to have ever lived, caught up in the glitz and glamour, dismissing the work of folks like Newton whose principles on things like mass being constant, that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, nothing is gained nor is anything ever lost, at least outside of “Deep Space”, Newton’s one principle of “falling objects” all falling apart in terms of General Relativity which works wonders for explaining the cosmos, i.e. Deep Space where there is no such thing as sound, hard to listen to the arguments of others which is great if u know everything, Deep Space u know is a vacuum much like what exists between the ears of most folks spending to much time in one place, including Durban, South Africa, u, however, one of the 4chewnut, leaving a couple of days after your barmitzvah.

 

And of course this all drives folks quite barmy especially as I twist things around, one way and then back the other, which is how I came about revisiting the question of the speed of light being a constant which of course it is in a vacuum much like a light bulb the work of Edison perhaps the greatest inventor of all time, certainly in the past 30 million years, quite incredible that it took man with such an incredibly evolved brain so long to figure out that a filament, a piece of wire charged both negatively and positively, a battery of sorts, much like the heart muscle, when exposed to air burns out, the light bulb leading tu the vacuum tube and forward-back tu the Digital Age first described by Pythagoras in his 0+1+2+3+4=10.

 

And then we start again, never forgetting that English is a language ripped out of the Latin by politicians hell bent on confusing the masses, the laws of the land, seemingly well intended do nothing more than give the masses a false sense of security, my security of course being the value of my intellectual property that is rapidly increasing in value, agree?

 

Naturally, u have at this time 3% of that property, Pythagoras’ “This and This equals That” was, however, the most precise mathematical statement, mathematics the most precise of languages, no more so than Hebrew, my Hebrew, although a little rusty good enough to get my “arms around” a number of things that all add “weight” to my argument that E=mc˛ when viewed in a non-vacuum environment such as within SpaceShip earth is proof positive of Evolution, as light “moves” so does E=energy, the “Hand of G-D”, quite different to the “Mind of G-d” which tu sum may appear a little “twisted” in many ways like the difference between Quantum Gravity [QG] and Pythagoras’ Right Angle Triangle Theorem [RAT], QG having the hypotenuse equal to the difference between its opposite sides squared, as opposed to Pythagoras’ RAT which has us “sunning” [sic].

 

Critical tu maintain a sense of humor while others are losing their heads, sum of my adversaries perhaps still being given head, nothing thou quite like sum of my head trips, better yet u and I combine to teach the kids the right way to play the incredible game of soccer, much like the game of chess, which is the game of life getting one’s opponent to play to your advantage, but requiring movement, most of all teamwork, i.e. lets do our best to hold on to all our limbs, agree?

 

The expression The meek With Teeth Shall Inherit The Earth when twisted in the middle looks like this

 

The Meek

With teeth

Inherit

Shall

The earth

 

The “inheritance byte” [sic] is what first got my mother back in December 2001 when I was hell bent on buying Ccrest=Seacrest in Minehead, all in a “tizzy” my asking her and Alan Zulman, the madhatters, if they understood the Friday night Kiddush prayer just before saying the blessing for bread and wine, the whole washing of hands bit combined with the FAST-FARCE nonsense, starving people around the world if capable of thinking must c us as hypocritical, probably driving me more nuts than anything else.

 

Suffice tu say, neither of them were aware at the time, like 90% of the Orthodox Jewish people I have tested since that the word “inheritance” was even mentioned, sum 3 times in total, I think.

 

The point being that we get so caught up in the repetition business, repeating mistake after mistake, each generation laying its guilt on the next, telling the next generation when being questioned about all the chaos in the world being told “u will have your chance to screw up”, i.e. no such thing as a generation gap but rather a credibility gap that has got wider as folks have got greedier, most folks I know in a total state of denial, my less wordy articulation causing my mother, make no mistake as smart if not smarter than your uncle Jonathan Beare and my uncle David Gevisser combined tu go deafeningly silent, Alan Zulman though was the first to catch on that I wasn’t about to be “nailed” or caught napping or buy into the bullshit of educated folk when caught between the rock and the hardplate choosing to leave the room while my mother dug deep pulling out her nuclear weapon, “I only debate people who agree with me.”

 

Remember my uncle David Gevisser isn’t exactly a total moron, certainly when Charles Engelhard who few would argue was no poorer than the entire Oppenheimer family combined, designated David Gevisser the sole executor of his worldwide estate, an estate that at one time controlled the world supply of platinum, my uncle’s IQ was about the same as mine today +-101, certainly David Gevisser’s Emotional Intelligence these days must be on a par with that of my mother, not tu forget that Charles Engelhard, to the best of my knowledge, had no children, certainly no mention of sons in his will.

 

It wasn’t long be4 the real fireworks began my terrific mother, in no mood to be humored, not quite ready though to carve out my humor bone, then suggested “U must be insane” and of course u may have read in my Part 1 of an email to a guy by the name of Jim Gibson how I suspect my mother is now suffering from such ill-effects, what else can explain her being so childish, refusing tu enter into a open forum dialogue with me, The Rattlesnake, agree?

 

By the way, in that 280 hyperlink “weigh up above” [sic] is a photo of the safety deposit box agreement Vicky “Sticky” Schiff and I signed along with the tags of too safety deposit keys, the top one, hard to read is my key 4 safety deposit box #280 at the Union Bank branch here in Del Mar, Vicky, I assume still has her key, and the scanned in photo below the 280 tag, marked 324, March 24th my birthday, u may recall my mentioning to u a silver bar I had kept 4 u in a safety deposit box in the event I were tu “kick the bucket”, Jeffrey Krinsk Esq. giving me no more than 50/50 odds of making it through each day alive, never to forget the hourglasses, one 4 u as well, such odds I don’t believe r any worse or 4 that matter better than the next average Joe Blow I know, i.e. each one of us walking on this planet, agree?

 

Today, I feel more optimistic about all our futures than ever be4, knowing of course that the world is endless, that which goes around comes around, not always in the same form, needing always, however, to be cool, my needing tu buy some new clothes for the upcoming holidays which is really what prompted the debate with my mother, my asking her a rather innocuous question like why she and Alan who consider themselves above average, in goodness, very Orthodox Jewish people, had no Chanukah Lights burning, nothing quite like burning bridges, unless of course u know a thing or tTOo about water, agree?

 

My ability these days to examine things in the minutest of detail, from the bottom up, just as u might have suspected sum time ago, u so good though, with drawing boxes, remembering numbers, not tu forget water perfectly waterproof, made up, thou, of too highly combustible gases, quite revealing about the human psyche, agree?

 

Most folks just accepting a whole number of things, like two times two equals two, much like one times one equals one, proof that even mathematics has it flaws, agree?

 

And of course even the smartest physicists in the world with a whole lot more formal education than me, particularly in the area of math and physics would pretty much all agree that in a vacuum environment at the point that we reach speeds of 300,000 kilometers per second, i.e. the speed of light, where time is supposed to “stand still”, everything becomes nothing short of “mathematical.”

 

Tu B or not tu be?

 

Hymm?

 

Remember tu mention to your physicist uncle Jonathan that I have a whole lot more evidence of the “Hand of G-d” at work including the Doppler Effect which is a “mirror image” of the Red Shift Effect, never tu forget to have your rather brilliant well-rounded uncle come up with a number 4 how many coincidences does it take be4 it is no longer a coincidence

 

Or

 

Better yet a Guidance system for having people measure their words that ties in so well with the both the Kabala and Islam, most likely Christianity as well, nothing though I look forward to then debating folks who are now faced with having to find arguments in our Next Symposium that G-D does NOT exist, agree?

 

And then there is my follow up email to South Africa’s Minister of Finance, my buddy, Trevor Manuel that is likely to cause more than a handful of folks to have the runs.

 

Running away though isn’t the answer in this Digital Age, and I know u won’t mind if I copy Cliff Benn, and a handful or tTOo others on this very non-confidential email, hi Lee?

 

Interesting that Norman Lazarus is getting married, this weekend?

 

I had written in, I believe, the next segment of my email to Professor Aaron BrownNose Brown of eRaider.com, first waiting to get a response to my email from this nincompoop, sumthing about what would have happened if Norman Lazarus and Dawn Chapman were to have got married and had kids; Dawn, I believe classified “colored” under the Nationalist Nazi Party running the country with an “iron fist” 4 sum 40+ years, like the Nazi SS using Jewish Capos tu keep the trains running on time.

 

So easy to keep brain dead folk “towing the line” but to win consistently one has to know how to adjust and get back to help your teammates when the back defensive line is broken, but when one’s spirit is broken by one’s own people behaving so poorly why not simply chop off both arms and legs, sandwich one’s head between too unstable boulders using one’s “kid” [sic] tu inch u into position, scream at the top of one’s lungs creating an avalanche of sorts, blah blah, the gas chambers quite a humanitarian gesture by the Nazi bastards, agree?

 

Dawn was one of my mom’s top “pupils” who was “tasked” with running the Zena Gevisser Model Agency and Charm School along with Cliff Benn’s wife and too other well put together female colleagues none of them, however, having the attributes to be, in my opinion, in the top ten of the International modeling elite, like Penny Coelen & Yvonne Hulet, neither of them, again just my opinion, in the top ten of my mother’s very best models, no where close tu my mother’s most amazing model, Cecil Hammond who happened to deaf.

 

Today though, Penny Coelen, perhaps even Yvonne, has to be in the top ten most beautiful women in the world.

 

D, u have to remember I know a thing or too about this and a whole lot of businesses given the fact that when I reached puberty my bedroom was right above my mother’s studio where the air-conditioning system provided a perfect listening piece, very little hot air rising, when people watch their Ps and Qs, know a thing or too about maintaining their G-d given shape, knowing most of all how little it takes tu please men, THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING A WOMAN not lost 4 a solitary second on me, particularly when looking in the mirror projecting out how my ugly-duck looks would attract someone like Marie when I reached middle age, condensation-compensation, less said the better, agree?

 

Not tu suggest that any one of the 4 placed in charge of this “one of a kind” operation, my mother from all appearances the quintessential “One Person Shop,” had  aspirations beyond marrying wealthy, although Cliff Benn’s wife, Ronlynne, at one point could have quite easily taken the step to international fame and fortune if she had simply whispered in my mother’s ear such a desire, my mother more than anyone one I know on this planet capable of moving mountains, which is why I am avoiding the cliffs here in Del Mar, more than ever, once she put her ingenious mind to work, at one point perhaps even smarter than my incredible father when he was in his prime.

 

Ronlynn’s “Canadion[sic] mother u may also know was a finalist in the 1958 Miss World competition and considered by my mother the most beautiful of all the contestants including her model Penny Coelen who won, none of my mother’s models had though, the figure, the looks, most of all the backbone of my wife Marie Dion, today, closer to 90 than she is to 0, right now I am looking at one of Marie’s earliest drawings showing her disrobed, facing a mirror, her face and right shoulder reflecting back, her back needing perhaps a little bit more work, to mention just in passing the back breaking work I am having her do at the beach house in preparation for her family arriving this coming week, how else would I be able to keep up with this youngster with the most incredible mind tu boot, born in 1958.

 

And if I wasn’t so fricken slack, buttering up, instead, my mother in Wivesliscombe, England “holed out” wandering like the Lazarus and the Wolmans to mention just in passing Sol Kersner and our Rabbi Weiss, what I am going tu be doing next in up-setting their little world of “dog eat dog”, Marie could be on the front cover of any fashion magazine in the world, living the life of riley, with multi-million dollar contracts coming out of her ears, her ears no doubt burning as I “right these words” [sic], which would all amount to a big phat zero in the scheme of things, 4 we r all living on “borrowed time”, my placing the worst picture I have of Marie in the “igh” hyperlink.

 

Time to fly.

 

Gg

 

Ps – If u or Jonathan r going to Norman’s wedding, say hi from me and don’t forget to tell your uncle that not only should he give me a call but equally important he must hang up his spurs, get off his hi-horses, smoke a joint if necessary, bill it tu me, if that will bring a smile tu his face.

 

Butt now is the moment in time 4 him tu throw in the towel in his quest to die the richest person on the planet since I have decided this is a rat-race I am not going to lose, in the words of Ghandi, "First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win", nothing quite like having G-D-Nature on one’s team, new tribe tu embrace, Manager Minute One, hours away from being on bookshelves, in the space of time perhaps as long as it takes a bouncing ball to move up and down 5 meters, sum 600 million meters or so-sic?

 

So if it will please sum folks while they fork over their ill-gotten gains that I designate myself the sickest given how incredibly nuts I must be when I could be right now with Marie, hanging out with u just a hop-jump-and-a-scotch from where they found Blombos Rock, so be it, I agree.