From: Gary S.
Gevisser
Sent:
To: Emile Myburgh
Subject: RE: Sunset Party
Both Marie and I look forward to your
company, once again, and don’t break a leg getting here. Vanmore is nog a ander dag, ja?
Oh, I nearly forgot the party is tomorrow, not today, you have plenty of time,
and don’t give me any bull about getting flights out of either South
Africa or Brazil, just tell them Pypeetoe is needy of attention.
I am taking the liberty of copying
Gary
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Subject: RE: Sunset Party
Dear Gary!
I look forward to it. See you there!
Emile
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From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:
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To: Frostbite Team
Cc: rest
Subject: Sunset Party
Below is the invitation to our Sunset Party
this Saturday. I had hoped to get it out following our soccer practice this
past Monday but my “risk m
The nature of my business involves a
great deal of “problem solving” rarely if ever, however, do I get
involved though in complex mathematical equations since the Digital Age makes
such computations essentially effortless, a Texas
Instrument [TI] 12C calculator is all that I would need
and it has been about 3 years since I touched anything as sophisticated as a
12C that I believe was first produced back in the 1970s, once running into a
whiz kid trying to raise money to build a super duper computer screen whose
patent I seem to recall is still imprinted on the back.
I am “under the gun” to get a
number of things “squared away” today in preparation for our party
and so I will only be checking what I write only perhaps next week, possibly
never, still not yet having gone through what I wrote
this past Monday before heading out the door, changing possibly one word,
“move” in “move up” replacing it with “get”.
A decade or so ago I ran into a former
engineer for TI,
Without boring you with all the details
with the “behind the scene” games that few including the major investment
banking houses only on the rare occasion get to participate in, most of even
the sophisticated so-called Wall Street crowd don’t have the first clue
about what makes CVG, anything but
a household name, the most successful leverage buyout firm in the world, again
just my opinion.
It doesn’t, however, take much
imagination to figure out that if you hire the smartest and brightest guys,
doubtful that there are any women officers of CVG,
at least not testosterone clad, provide them with a home to hang their hat when
things at home begin to get tiresome, you know, the dirty diapers, the
sweeping, the laundry, taking out the garbage, you have nothing short of a
winner on your hands, avoiding though at all cost, “garbage in, garbage
out” getting the guys though to wash their hands for 20 seconds with soap
and water after going to the bathroom another matter altogether, perhaps Mr.
Hitler’s biggest obstacle in co-opting sum 100 million co-conspirators
without so much as getting a drop of blood on his hands which is why he
possibly came up with his salute much like Napoleon tucking his hand into his
vest, such folks though, have this thing about keeping things close to their
chest, eventually though they all implode, after a while their true nature
eventually revealing itself which is why you put folks like
Hard work, hard play, balance critical,
just like the way things are in the cosmos as well as at the subatomic level,
the need more than ever to be wary of tinkerers, the most effective in modern
times, without a doubt, at least in my mind, Adolph Hitler, whose command of
art, probably recognizing that the first thing in creating a masterpiece even
if he couldn’t execute himself, perfectly, was tu get the
“values” down, the various shades of grey best achieved in either a
moonlit night or by squinting one’s eyes restricting the amount of light
entering the cornea, my hope was that once the Frostbite kids had mastered the
offside rule, executing it flawlessly each and every time then I would have got
into the nuances of corner kicks, so much thou, one can do in one’s first
season as assistant coach, irrespective of how well these kids eventually got tu listen.
So the real question besides for what
does this all have to do with the Frostbite soccer team is why take someone who
has been living happily ever after, getting the sweetest looking dames in the
world to feed you flowery words, help you along this very tough road, plant a
seed, or too, along the side of the road, come back once in a while to c what
crops up, take a horse crop if necessary if the kids begin to feel their oats,
not that I have any evidence Mr. Starks who is not of Danish ancestry and
therefore unlikely to be directly related to Neils Bohr who I believe first
worked out the structure of the atom, possibly as smart tho,
Nor do I have
any evidence Mr. Starks ever once lifted a finger to hurt any of his kids or
step-children physically, in fact, I would be outright shocked if he did
anything more than wave a finger while like most men capable of raising his
voice the instant he sees himself beat, better yet, those with sum education,
particularly it seems the engineer type, again this just my opinion, have a
more effective way of unleashing havoc within the brain waves of the young, the
silent treatment also not much of a secret these days, careful though to
generalize, unless one has overwhelming evidence of a pattern of
“wrongdoing” nothing like having the President of the United
States, the leader of the so-called “Free World” lying under oath,
“under penalty of perjury” to have young kids now looking to TV
actors and Silver Screen Terminators as their role models, my thinking at this
time of the need for Marie to follow up and let the real estate agent m
At the end of Monday’s practice,
the kids having played their hearts out, in need of a break, now would be a
good time, I provided the kids with a summary of what I had written to you all
prior to heading out the door, sorry about the repetition, the ability of us
adults especially those of us with a “byte of education” [sic] able
to make excuses one after the after covering up our sequencing having got out
of whack each and every one of us, pretty much programmed right from the start,
probably no more than 12 perhaps 12.5 points of intelligence separating the
most intelligent of us from the dumbest, at birth that is, butt from
that point forward conditioning has a way of messing a number of things up,
which I assume is how someone came up with the expression, “U look like u
r having a bad hair
day” [sic].
Hypocrisy can be quite crippling especially
when the kids get to an age where they can think for themselves, as in,
“I think therefore I am” questioning most of all the things they
once held as being sacrosanct, information, most of all, that has kept the
have-nots from getting at the haves, those with deficit needs today in a whole
lot worse shape than folks coming say from the 3rd World who have tu
rely on their wits and hard work not looking for things like winning the
lottery or an insurance windfall tu help them get into the “pound seats”
that last hyperlink shows a hodge podge of photos of my wife, Marie, the ones
in the pinkish skirt and reddish pink top were taken at the time she and I
first visited London together staying just around the corner from the Royal
Just in case you all didn’t know,
Christian is our blond
haired super-breakaway forward with enough charm that he should, any day now,
wear a warning sign protecting women from age 13 until they reach menopause to
give serious pause be4 allowing “Homy G”, the nickname he gave
himself, within an “arms length” of their private parts without
first getting in writing exactly what he intends to do, and when, and how many
times, blah
blah, at this time trying to figure out how to get Marie’s parents
who are in Vancouver over here on a direct flight without Marie having to go
ahead and purchase her private jet.
By the way, it is my hope tu inherit, one
day, this neat little property of my parents and if not me than my heirs, which
may seem like it goes against the grain of something I have said before,
something most sacrosanct to my parents’ belief system that none of their
children would ever inherit a dime.
Well time has a way of changing things
and besides I believe I mentioned that I am now on a quest to die the richest
person in the grave, at least leave my heirs with the tools tu make certain as
any one single human being can be certain, that my wishes come true, to give it
their best shot, converting my intellectual property into nothing short of a
“King’s ransom” tu be put to the “highest and best
use” such property I consider the most valuable assets I own today, for
the past several years being sumwhat in a “divestiture mode” which
brings me back tu why it is that many if not most public corporations enter
into mergers-divestitures, 4 the simple reason that such maneuvers essentially
camouflage poor m
Perfect Storm II could if you are not
already bored to death, prove u with sum insight into some of the things I know
a thing or too about which I can assure you is giving a whole number of folks
more than a little angina these days, and of course I happen to know of several
of the worlds top cardiologists who would be willing to give the likes of Mr.
Starks and Mr. McWilliams as well as Mr. Thomas
Stephens perhaps the best corporate defense attorney on the planet although
what Barlit Beck, blah blah really specialize in is nothing short of
“hostile takeovers” their clients such as CVG would, if you were approaching them as
a m
Remembering now that time can be quite
easily converted even without a 12C calculator into meters, one second, in the
“space of time” equaling sum 300 million meters give or take no
more than say .0001 of a millimeter, in a vacuum, that is, such as in Deep Space.
Just yesterday I met with one of my
closer attorney-colleagues a gentleman who I have only known less than 5 years
which may seem like a lot of time tu many folks in this “quick get
rich” region of the world but coming from a dysfunctional environment
like Durban, South Africa where you can essentially remain in one spot all your
life have friends from cradle until grave, Mr. Krinsk Esq. is
nothing short of a “G-D send” certainly he is a breath of fresh
air, now bear in mind that I am asking a number of things of Mr. Krinsk these
days including him giving up the practice of law that he happens tu love having
chosen to be in the front lines of the last line of defense for momworkers,
widows, orphans, pensioners and of course never tu forget widowers, having
earned “his stripes”
as a businessman possibly before I decided to “hang up my gloves”
well before I was 30 years of age which may be the “crack” folks
like Mr. Starks et al would be looking for in terms of suggesting that I am not
“credible.”
And of course just because, like Mr.
Krinsk, I don’t have to “work for a living” that
doesn’t mean to say I would be idiotic enough to have let my skills and
knowledge of how things operate at the highest levels of the corporate world
simply dissipate into thin air.
Naturally there are the morons in
addition to economic opportunists out there either shorting stocks and/or
sitting on the side lines along with the “smart money” ready,
willing and able to weigh in, cutting deals “left and write” [sic]
with the m
Mr. Starks no doubt, at this time,
wishing he had taken me up on my “double or quits” bet my having
lent him “a
couple of bucks” tu keep his wife “off his chest”, Marie not
purchasing a private jet in the space of 12 months, highly improbable in the
first place, Mr. Starks knowing though that she owns, however, 1% of my
intellectual property, even though such ownership comes with highly restricted
Preferred stock, no voting rights attached, to mention little of such stock yet
tu be issued.
I ended this “second
tutorial” by impressing upon this terrific group of kids the importance
of “never letting anyone break your spirit”, having begun by first
reminding the 7 players who attended my first tutorial why it was that
“G-d, however, one defines Him-Her, gave us two ears and one mouth so
that we should listen twice as hard as we speak” the remaining players
seemingly getting with the program other than Amir and Curran still kidding
around with each despite Curran’s father, Coach Drei, calling them both
for a “time out.”
Amir didn’t seem tu be aware of how
his grandfather had met his maker but the story which his father Shahid had
reminded me this past Saturday seemed to grip the kids in to a reality check,
and yes I own www.real-tycheck.com, quite different to their disbelief during
the last game of the season too days before when they seemed tu fall asleep at
the wheel going from being up 2 goals tu nil tu getting nothing short of
“creamed”, an English term similar to getting
“slaughtered” which may or may not have made its way over to these
shores.
My mea culpa, taking responsibility for
not reading the referee during half time the “riot act” seemed to
be a good start, certainly it stopped Curran from continuing on his mantra,
“They cheated” although the possibility existed that Coach Drei
threatening to take Curran “to the cleaners” may have been the
driving force behind Curran beginning to pay better attention.
It is difficult to tell with kids coming
from such very different backgrounds how best tu get them all tu respond
positively without having to apply the “stick” approach but when one
recognizes that kids only learn about poor behavior from parents who are boars
themselves that all they really want tu do is tu please, much like a puppy then
it begins tu make sense that telling them nothing but the truth is the best
medicine for not letting them get sick in the first place.
My explaining tu them that, although I
may have committed a faux paux, the mistake they made was believing that either
Coach Drei or me the assistant coach could force the hand of the referee or his
linesmen who had little clue about the offside rule that such an expectation
was nothing more than a false sense of security that ultimately led to them
falling apart, seemed to empower the kids which is really what this incredible
game of soccer is all apart.
These kids are clearly of an age having
heard vulgarity, perhaps even seen pornography, tu know that not everyone plays
by the rules, most if not all of them, however, still believing those “in
charge” to be as close as it gets tu “Godly” and of course us
adults know how folks of every color, creed, and religion have used divine
authority tu wreck havoc throughout the history of mankind, man being anything
but kind tu his fellow man, incredibly hostile towards G-D-Nature.
Rubbing up folks the wrong way, fighting
tradition, tackling the status quo is oftentimes second nature to folks from
all walks of life, rich, poor and then there is the indifferent, and no where
is it more apparent then on the soccer field, most evident, however, in those
who clown around and why my “first order” after letting them know
that throughout their lives they will encounter people who don’t play by
the rules which shouldn’t throw them off their “game plan”
that what goes around comes around, never to lose one balance, one’s sensitivities,
and most of one’s sense of humor, I insisted that each one of them hold
those who choose to “clown around” in nothing short of a
“stranglehold” although I probably just used the expression
“in check” suggesting that the game of soccer like chess is all
about getting your opponent tu play tu your advantage but unlike chess which is
more like “jostling” soccer is all about team work helping make
certain that each and every player knows exactly what is expected of them in
ensuring that “the wave” formation is always maintained, and that
the “tighter the wave” the less likely the opponents as well as the
officials can interfere with their game plan, for the simple reason that once
one has begun to eliminate the amount of negative space in the field one has
the other team all but beat, rhythm everything.
A few years back I
“spearheaded” a group with strong ties to FIFA, the world governing
body of soccer, En-Linea, owning the Internet rights of FIFA.com which on the
day of the last World Cup finals had sumthing like 77 million hits.
The chairman of En-Linea, Che Che Vidal,
a Venezuelan now living most of the year in Spain with other members of this
rather terrific organization, go omniball.com
was a star soccer athlete in his time, probably the best player in his native
country, a knee injury, however, actually the negligence of an American
physician, curtailing his sports career which ultimately led to me having the
opportunity to work with another rather talented group know as SporTVision, the
same folks who developed the electronic hockey puck which you can c in the previous
hyperlink.
The joint venture between En-Linea and
SporTVision was geared toward “digitizing” the soccer field keeping
track electronically in real time of both the ball and every single player, in
many ways resembling what I think would happen if we allowed the dogs tu roam
about unleashed placing instead leashes on those who “Lie, steal and
cheat” the most, such that at the end of the “game” by
looking at the data one is able tu c exactly who was doing things right, who
was “clowning about” going around in circles, messing up the rhythm
of the beat, failing tu tow the line, not keeping their position, moving
“back and forth” out of position only tu help a team mate in
distress but never ever crossing over from one side of the field to the other
in so doing interrupting the flow of the game, creating confusion within
one’s own ranks, nothing like beating oneself, something us humans seemed
rather good at, nothing like the fear of succeeding, agree?
And of course things like “Chinese
walls” which are supposed tu keep the investment side of Wall Street
firms on the “straight and narrow” serve as much good as telling an
emperor he has no clothes which do well in story books later being leveraged
into bloc-buster movies, and yes, I may be repeating myself, my owning also bloc-buster.com
++++, all “part and parcel” of my immediate, not long term plans,
tu control, absolutely nothing, and everything, at the same time, time, motion
and space all being very much intertwined and very relative, each one of us
related to the next person, each one of us having beaten incredible odds of
being here in the first place, at least this time around.
Just think about the odds of you having
beaten out not just sum 300 million odd other sperm tu mention little of why
women have relatively much fewer eggs, but why you should be on the receiving
end of this “documentary” but of course u have the right at any
time tu either “tune out” or simply hit the “delete”
button, an option only recently available to the “wondering masses”
and being a “wondering Jew” I have thought about a number of
things, my having met for example Mr. Krinsk for the first time at the Matre D
restaurant in La Jolla where his partner Mr. Howard Finkelstein, a former U.S.
Attorney, remains, to the best, of my knowledge, “banned” from this
“joker” of an establishment, Marie+I having eaten there only once
when Mr. Krinsk just happened tu stop by checking on Dr. Paul Tierstein who I
am led tu believe is ranked in the top 3 cardiologists in the world, making the
other cardiologist present at the time and someone I have known since a kid,
Dr. Kevin Rapaport possibly in that group as well, leaving the door open,
however, for my first cousin Dr. Barry Molk who has very likely performed more
angioplasty type procedures than Paul and Kevin combined, unlikely though, my
terrific cousin who could have ordered the frontal lobotomy tu be performed on
my incredible mother in addition tu her heart bypass operation back in Bristol,
England a few years back, is as wealthy as Dr. Tierstein who has a knack like
another cardiologist I knew rather well up in Los Angeles whose name I cannot
currently recall but also hopes I get distracted by the several Perfect Storms
I have underway, for making what most would consider a “considerable
fortune.”
Money is not the root of all evil, in
fact I consider it the lifeblood of our society given how it allows anyone from
anywhere to think in terms of what it means to be in someone else’s shoes
by simply saying to themselves,
“If
I want tu have one more pair of alligator shoes
than Mr. Krinsk’s wife, Campbell Soup, then all I would need to is tu get
hold of The Rattlesnake’s Neiman Marcus charge card, wait for 2 pairs of BLAHNIK shoes tu go on
sale and for just $1,500 which The Rattlesnake is unlikely to notice, he likely
all caught up in his own spider web, I could with one foul swoop go from having
171 pairs of shoes to 173 pairs, one more than what supposedly Mrs. Krinsk,
whose code name is ‘Campbell Soup’ has stored in storage lockers
throughout the Krinsk estate, blah blah” [sic].
It is all about balance, maintaining
one’s center of gravity while learning from not only your own mistakes
but the mistakes committed by one’s opponent and of course my belief
system being such that we not only evolve but keep going around time and again
taking on different forms depending upon how well we behave, point being that
of course I was a spider at one time and how many spiders do you know that well
who get caught up in their own webs?
The key tu being a professional, always
staying on top of one’s game is tu never lose the “professor”
in you, the ability to teach and of course one has to make a living but that
doesn’t mean one should become a “pig at the trough” our
JoNathan recently informing me that pigs are actually quite picky eaters which
still doesn’t wet my appetite 4 bacon.
An artist-painter knows that there is in
addition to “values” too other key ingredients, shape and chroma,
shape being the “object” which is the focus of one’s drawing
and chroma which is the “richness of the colors” neither black nor
white having any color, and the more one moves away from these “too
extremes” one brings out the richness of the “color wheel”,
there being no shortcuts, never doing things in “half measures”
critically important to have the right values to begin with though, and then
never, ever, ever losing the ability to learn, and nothing wrong with being
charming.
By having consistent “values”
never confusing “money” with “talent” one can reach a
point of never having tu look back knowing that looking in one’s rear
view mirror is no indication of what’s up ahead, mental breakdowns
occurring, at least this is my opinion, when folks realize they can no longer
learn or incapable of understanding what is taught or being talked about,
realizing that they are way over their head and upon reaching this plateau, now
in a state of shock, not able to get it, they collapse into a heap of tears,
going into denial, just a matter of time before depression sets in, and they
have no idea about what they are talking about, agree?
And why I consider it so important that
kids be taught from the earliest of age tu measure their words very carefully,
be restricted in what they have to say and not say whatever comes into their
head, developing filters, much like the valves throughout our bodies that turn
on and off, thinking about things such as why G-D-Nature doesn’t have us
pooping and peeing at the same time, there being a time and place for joking
around, never though at someone else’s expense unless one is prepared to
pay the piper, agree?
It can become second nature tu kids tu never
being serious about anything and it is such kids that we have to focus on at
least as much as those who are always serious as well as our super performers,
the need for everyone to keep track of one another, those out front tu help
those who struggle in one area very likely tu have skillsets in other areas
that prove invaluable at sum point in this ever changing world, us all hurtling
together thorough space at sum 178,000 miles per hour, a number I happened to
pick up on which I have yet to confirm, but a number I happen tu like and there
is nothing more I have liked in quite a while as being assistant coach to these
incredibly gifted group of kids who in my opinion represent the epitome of what
a New Tribe should look like.
Everyone has their own limits and once we
accept the position we are in and don’t try and fool anyone else and make
excuses for ourselves, be in the moment, always conscious, still trying, most
of all tu get rid of whiners who fool no one but themselves, there being without
the slightest doubt in my mind one awesome higher authority up there, watching
each and every one of our moves, good, bad, and ugly.
Ps – Please bring your wetsuits
along so that you can come and join me in the surf with my Footsak waveski.
