From: Gary S. Gevisser
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To: Derrick.Beare@Investec.co.uk);
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Subject: FW: Since you love africa
Gentlemen. First of all there can be no excuse for not
being online at this time, at least checking your email once an hour during the
day, or what about at least each time after u make love to your spouse have her
remind u what other wives Gentlemen. First of all there can be no excuse for
not being online at this time, at least checking your email once an hour during
the day, or what about at least each time after u make love to your spouse have
her remind u what other wives have begun speaking about in terms of their
husbands’ business models being “fony”?
I just got off a rather lengthy phone conversation with
the former head of sales of Insurance Marketing Services who
despite my strongly suggesting to him that he leave IMS and “get a real job” chose once up
on his feet to hire me back in the early 1990s when my non-compete ended to
assist in the expansion of his rather good insurance marketing business.
Suffice to say Mr. Larry Neilson would one of many former
executives of IMS who would concur it was very plausible I never read a single
publication we produced, knowing next to nothing about the technical aspects of
insurance but knowing probably as much as anyone on this planet about the real
business of insurance that began like the legal profession on a solid footing
but has got incredibly corrupted over the years.
And of course I look forward to Larry getting back to me
next week perhaps even before 9AM PT Monday morning with “sum”
[sic] of his thoughts - it remains my belief that independent insurance agents
still represent the very best of the American fighting spirit, made of mostly
entrepreneurs trying desperately to keep the “feet to the fire”
of the ever dwindling number of carriers who are not “colluding”
with the big insurance brokerage houses like Marsh & McLennan.
I have received word that there are banks of computer
networks monitoring everything leaving my computer and I would expect that if
in fact one has a legitimate business with more than one employee such an
institution would naturally be on the ball keeping u appraised of what is
happening that has the likes of
And of course I think each of us has enough intellectual
honesty not to do ourselves brain damage by going around in circles questioning
my exposing a “fiend” [sic] who thought he-she could have it
“all ways” my friendship while enjoying the Life of Riley living one
incredible lie playing victim to boot, agree?
Second, if u r now reading Plato to your children give some thought to
how they might view your silence at this hour as the likes of
Good day,
Gary S. Gevisser
A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There
Ps – U
noticed of course the price of gold today and the relative lack of volatility
in the currency markets at least in terms of those currencies NOT backed by
gold.
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From: "Steve Banhegyi"
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> Hi Tefo - i found this piece from Ben Okri's book
entitled 'Infinite
Riches' that i thought you would resonate with. It is an
excellent example
of beautiful writing and how reality is changed....
>
> INFINITE RICHES
> Ben Okri
>
> The English Governor General rewriting history
>
> He rewrote the space in which I slept. He rewrote
the long silences of the
country which were really passionate dreams. He rewrote
the seas and the
wind, the atmospheric conditions and the humidity. He
rewrote the seasons,
and made them limited and unlyrical. He reinvented the
geography of the
nation and the whole continent. He redrew the continent's
size on the world
maps, made it smaller, made it odder. He changed the
names of the places
which were older than the places themselves. He
redesigned the phonality of
African names, softened the consonants, flattened the
vowels. In altering
the sound of the names he altered their meaning and
affected the destiny of
the names. He rewrote the names of fishes and bees, of
trees and flowers, of
mountains and herbs, of rocks and plants. He rewrote the
names of our food,
our clothes, our abodes, our rivers. The renamed things
lost their ancient
weight in our memory. The renamed things lost their old
reality. They became
lighter, and stranger, They became divorced from their
old selves. They lost
their significance and sometimes their shape. And they
suddenly seemed new
to us - new to us who had given them the names by which
they responded to
our touch.
>
> Caught in his passionate objectivity, the Governor
General made our
history begin with the arrival of his people on our
shores. Sweating into
his loose cotton shirt, he turned himself into a
fairy-tale figure awakening
stone-age man from an immemorial slumber, a slumber that
began shortly after
the creation of the human race. The Governor General, in
his rewriting of
our history, deprived us of language, of poetry, of
stories, of
architecture, of civic laws, of social organization, of
art, science,
mathematics, sculpture, abstract conception, and
philosophy. He deprived us
of history, of civilization, and unintentionally,
deprived us of humanity
too. Unwittingly, he effaced us from creation. And then,
somewhat startled
at where his rigorous logic had led him, he performed the
dextrous feat of
investing us with life the moment his ancestors set eyes
on us as we slept
through the great roll of historical time. With a stroke
of his splendid
calligraphic style, he invested us with life. History
came to us with his
Promethean touch, as his pen touched our Adamic souls.
And we awoke into
history, stunned and ungrateful, as he renamed our
meadows and valleys, and
forgot the slave trade.
>
> He rewrote our nightspaces, made them weirder,
peopled them with monsters
and stupid fetishes; he rewrote our daylight, made it
cruder, made things
manifest in the light of dawn seem unfinished and even
unbegun. In the
process he laid before our eyes the written evidence of
our recent awakening
into civilization - we who bear within us ancient dreams
and future
revelations. We who began the naming of the world and all
its gods. We who
fertilized the banks of the
earliest and most mysterious civilization, the forgotten
foundation of
civilizations. We whose secret ways have entered into the
bloodstream of
world-wonders silently.
>
> And as the Governor General rewrote time (made his
longer, made ours
shorter), as he rendered invisible our accomplishments,
wiped out traces of
our ancient civilizations, rewrote the meaning and beauty
of our customs, as
he abolished the world of spirits, diminished our feats
of memory, turned
our philosophies into crude superstitions, our rituals
into childish dances,
our religions into animal worship and animistic trances,
our art into crude
relics and primitive forms, our drums into instruments of
jest, our music
into simplistic babbling - as he rewrote our past, he
altered our present.
And the alteration created new spirits which fed the
bottomless appetite of
the great god of chaos.
>
>
