From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Friday, March 21, 2003 2:58 PM
To: 'Devin'
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: grubby grub - The meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the earth

 

Devin, you have thought it through further than any of us on this end. Marie and I have just begun to eat some Freedom Onion Soup almost as thick and delicious as the Freedom Fries we had last night with the kids and so I will have to make this rather quick.

 

We all need to think more about this and the more input we get from others the better. One thought is that we supply the blank t-shirts with the “stain” label and the grubbygrub.com logo for a minimal price. Perhaps they order the t-shirts from our website but bare in mind we want to keep all costs to a minimum. Perhaps as much as 80% of the cost of the war in Iraq, $50 billion at a minimum, is spent on fuel alone, not even wear and tear on the moving parts.

 

In making the t-shirt the kids should not be forced to have to include grubbygrub.com but they may choose to once they see how well it is promoted by genii like Jeffrey Krinsk and his side-kick David Isaacs who was the President of Hang Ten International who is not copied on this email but who I hope will still want to meet with me early next week assuming I am back from this first leg of the “road show.”

 

Perhaps gubbygrub.com is written in a certain way and we supply the graphics. Everybody should pretty much do as they see fit; all I want to see is a paradigm shift in the way the clothing industry operates, i.e. it is time to put the bulk of the money where it belongs, in the hands of those who are most creative as opposed to the old farts who travel the world stealing other peoples’ ideas, find the cheapest labor in the planet, then mark up the goods to high heaven thinking the more they steal the greater the likelihood God will become mesmerized by all that glitters, obtaining for themselves a prime spot when it comes time to meet their maker; no different to those kids in class who feel the need to raise their hands to let everyone else know how brilliant they are.

 

For all I care the logo and the label can be written all the way across the bottom blah blah although the sleeve may be just fine for the current ruling elite. Either way it should all be done in permanent ink although it might even be interesting if after a period of time the ink fades. I understand though the trade secrets for “invisible ink” remain under wraps?

 

Kids and teachers can go on to the website to look at examples of shirts, material to stain, designs and we can also provide them with already made ”winning” designs. The t-shirts can be bought directly from us with the “custom stain”, logo and label. The “custom stain” could even be part of a contest.

 

My mother spotted Penny Coelen on the beach one day while doing a fashion show on Durban’s north beach in a raised tent known as Little Top where my sister and eldest brother once participated in a show, “There a hole in my bucket

 

Cash collection for our “minimal override” will be “principally” based on the honor system. Every school who “participates” will be asked to provide us with a record of sales that we can then broadcast to the world. Folks no doubt will have to be convinced we don’t “lie, steal or cheat” and the last thing I assume any rational person would want right now is to open another war front, certainly not with me or you as the executor of my estate to mention little of this brilliant idea all Marie’s without one speck of insight coming from me.

 

Grubbygrub.com will have to earn its stripes each and every day. One of the things we may be tasked with is to promote the schools’ auctions of t-shirts that will take place throughout the year and eventually I would assume it will in short order reach the 4 corners of the world which as we know folds just like the barrel of a wave. What we envision though is a far less oppressive form of taxation than what I originally had in mind for the rapacious out there like those white "wheaties" wimps in places like South Africa who continue to exploit the labor pool while depositing their ill-gotten gains in Switzerland, although most smart folks I knew growing up never trusted the Swiss.

 

Kids right now go door to door selling gift wraps, magazine subscriptions, and part of the promotion may involve the kids perhaps walking around with the t-shirts promoting the school’s upcoming fashion show. The kids could have a number on the t-shirt which the parents, significant others, travel companions then buy and place up on their empty walls, those who can’t afford Sebastian Capella's works of art, that is. One could also have silent auctions going on 24 hours per day. I know of one person who lives in Point Loma who may even decide to use the numbering system to call for help from the special forces units flying overhead just in case things get too hot.

 

Campbell Soup ….

 

Right now the bird is screaming like there is no tomorrow. I have been tasked with getting rid of this beautiful Australian specimen that as you know was salvaged from Marie’s ex-husband’s darkened garage, perhaps the prize for having the best t-shirt for this spring.

 

In short order a rather different ad-campaign shall begin worldwide although I really would prefer if South Africa’s Minister of Finance, Mr. Trevor Manuel, will simply find the time to respond to my previous e-mail which I assume he has managed to complete by now, certainly I would have expected his secretary Ms. Patti Smith who is usually so on top of things to have called to let me know that my Dad made it safely back to enjoy South Africa’s fall. Maybe she will do better dealing with a Black African American such as yourself who is not only better educated, as strong as an ox, a whole lot better looking than me with a brain to boot? Even my Dad who is dyslexic appears to have completed the all-important task I gave him last summer.

 

That last hyperlink shows a photo of my Dad taken just the other day at the Ccrest Café in England. I have though a much better one of him with my uncle, Leizer Molk, when they visited Stonehenge II. Unfortunately, that picture along with a series of great shots taken yesterday at the beach when Jonathan debut his Willis Brother’s hot of hot surfboard, is on Marie’s computer that I understand has now crashed. Apparently she received recently a series of e-mails earlier this week that may have contributed to the clogging up of her network?

 

And of course you know “Joe”, Jonathan’s artist name, has his mother’s good looks to mention little of why she is the one doing most of the math tutoring. I get the feeling though she is in agreement that I might have in fact pulled together a unified theory of the workings of the universe with more than a little help from above. Should someone decide one day that I am deserving of some particular million dollar prize you may be forced to negotiate a fee-splitting arrangement with Mr. Jeffrey Krinsk whose communication with me back on August 16th of last year helped propel me into motion to mention little of the bet he hopes to win should I in fact make it through this Passover when I hope to be in

 

Please don’t forget that Deborah Sturman remains a good friend who can be ever so helpful if it comes time to help turn back the clock. She has a great story of how Mr. Melvyn “Weissman” [non-sic] Weiss finally got the German War Machine to ante up a few odd billion, the result though of all her legwork. I haven’t though got soft at the knees, moreover I may in fact be in the best shape of my life and in due course I will be responding to one of Mr. Weiss’ surrogates, Professor Aaron Brown of the “The P-uck Stops Here” [sic] who no doubt is hoping I got blown away in one of my own Perfect Storms. As you know I take very little credit for any of the good things that come my way and am always willing to face up to my mistakes. My adversaries, however, better make absolutely certain they have their ducks lined up as well as I me and of course it helps in no small measure having friends like you.

 

I wish I could flash up right now a photo of Marie’s next masterpiece but as you know I have certain restrictions placed on me, mostly though they come from her. Would you please, however, do me a favor and call “me” [sic] Mr. Jim Ashworth [+1-619-239-7206] and tell him not to even bother giving Mr. George Hurst an advance copy of the lawsuit he is to file against “Mr. Hearst’s” [sic] client and have him waste no time, spare no expense in getting this one particular Perfect Storm finally put to bed.

 

I am copying a bunch of folks on this e-mail including family and pals in the clothing game who might have ideas of their own that they would like to contribute. Again, I don’t have any concern with anyone choosing to take this idea and running with it themselves as long as they are as charitable and transparent as us. Most folks, though, even those who know very little about me know, know enough about me that I wasn’t exactly a potted plant while heading up the restructuring team of Epilady USA and if they want to still test my mettle, I say, “make my day.”

 

There is a footnote I am contemplating pulling together that will soon accompany the E-mail I sent to the principal of a local elementary school here in Del Mar. I suggest you hold off for the time being in contacting Mrs. Francis who is also copied on this email along with Ms. Lisa Foster whose husband I seem to recall had something to do with a little school district although I suspect there is nothing little about Alan Bersin who at one time may have been a federal prosecutor. Do you know if “Senator Bird” [sic] was at one time either a sheriff or a judge during his “hey day” [sic]. It is soon getting to the point when I won’t have to rely on my “luk” [sic], especially since I know there is no such thing, let alone coincidences, V for victory.

 

Gary

 

Ps - Joe has baseball practice this afternoon but if you want to come on down for a great afternoon of surfing, absolutely no business, just meet me between Torrey Pines and 15th street. The board is quite visible.

 

 


From: Devin [mailto:devin@quasark.com]
Sent:
Friday, March 21, 2003 11:24 AM
To: Gary S. Gevisser
Subject: grubby grub

 

Gary:

 

I realize, I missed something in the concept expalanation-

 

The kids take a t-shirt and decorate it- at school or at home with materials they supply themselves.

They then download a grubbygrub logo from the website and affix it to the shirt? I saw you had some kind of a logo on the shirt.

 

The kids make money in two ways:

    1) reproducing the shirts, by hand, or eventually silkscreening their desings, and selling them to their network of friends & families

    2) photograhing the shirt, posting the design on grubbygrub.com and auctioning the design, or the actual shirt?

 

Do they pay for the logo download, a portion of the auction price, or a membership in grubbygrub.com?

When making and selling the shirts to their own circles of contacts, they make a donation to grubbygrub.com for each sale?

 

Talk to you later.

Rgds,

DSS