From: Gary S. Gevisser

Sent: Friday, February 20, 2004 9:59 AM
To: Patty Pratt
Cc:rest; GSoros@sorosny.org
Subject: Next Symposium J

Patty good morning – I wanted tu get tu u be4 u headed out with the dogs to the beach, my just getting back from dropping the kids at their respective schools, Marie fast asleep, protected by the too “gods” [sic], Pypeetoe had sum difficulty settling down last night after he and I did a midnight run down to the Greyhound bus terminal in downtown San Diego dropping off Steve, our one Canadian friend now on a 30 hour bus ride back tu Vancouver, BC, his friend Brian deciding tu move in “permanently” with us, both of these “one of a kind” terrific guys have a best-seller on their hands, their photos of bicycling down from Canada be4 their fukukta bicycles got stolen, covering sum 800 odd miles in 10 days, surfboards, food, all the luxuries of camping out in the cold of winter strapped on tu every inch, doubtful tho they would have bothered carrying contraceptives in this one of a kind trip that in no small measure kept Marie and I up just thinking about the awfulness of it all, upon my returning back tu the beach house, and tu think that my poor poor dog got tu feel the “brunt” of Marie’s “sleep deprivation”?

Just as I dropped Steve off I checked a variety of websites where I have dropped nothing short of “nuclear bombs” geared toward simply holding the rapacious in check while empowering the likes of Brian and Steve tu continue “standing tall” eventually checking my email inbox finding out that my last email I thought had gone out at 7:57PM PST had sumhow got caught in a “loop” much like track 14 of the Charlotte CD I am listening tu at this time, camped over at Ccrest Canyon in the “poorer” section of Del Mar where the “upwardly mobile” simply dream of what it would mean tu live the life of Riley such as Patty and Steve Pratt, agree?

I still cannot quite get over seeing Steve on the Oprah Winfrey Show in a supermarket kibitzing with “serfers”, then I know that not only could your husband Steve kick my butt, and if not in our “backyard” very likely on the Inka Trail and then of course were I tu bring him down with one of my patented stiff arm rugby tackles and survive the fall of this hunk of a specimen u have under “lock and key” having of course decapitated him from the waist up, me that is, not u looking 4 a way tu pass him off tu Oprah, the fear of then having tu face your super-athletic sons could have me collapsing into a heap of tears, smiling internally, however, that u and Marie would be “set up 4 life” so fricken rich and being able to have the “pick of the litter”.

This Young and the Restless album seems tu have captivated everyone tu to the point that both Danielle and JoNathan as well as Brian, “the chauffer”, who is still very much asleep in the American west coast world headquarters of Manager Minute One, my now listening to the words,

“When I think about my life I wonder whether if I will survive tu live tu see 25 Or will….my friends just keep dying people around me always crying in this place that I like tu call my home… everybody knows that everybody goes tu a better place, and not everybody knows that everybody could be living at our place butt the hard time tu cum... keep moving on life, hope… choke… love… trust … kill… hate… lust… dust… watch… make myself a better man I wonder if I will c the end of this…rain just keeps falling on my head… help … we got nothing tu prove… till 21… and on and on and on and on and on…” [sic]

I wasn’t sure whether I included u on this E-mail I sent out last night.

Now just in the event u don’t get thru it all in the next 3 minutes and miss the hyperlink with the great shot of u that should appear on the cover of Steve’s book when it goes in tu “reruns”; this hyperlink takes u to that “one of a kind” photo that has men and very possibly more than a handful of lesbian women around the world going absolutely wild at this time, bearing in mind that about 1500 people received that last email tu a good buddy I grew up with in the dysfunctional city of Durban, South Africa, located in almost as a great a setting as our “neck of the woods”, on average, each of these people-institutions-governments forward my emails on tu 15 other people-institutions-governments, i.e. it is not all that difficult tu grasp how my “Bottoms Up Schooling” [BUS] is catching on like “wild fire”, most importantly I am attempting tu address

Or

Should I say “redress” a number of misconceptions that plague all of us, none more so important than the “quick fix” mentality brought about by “dik-s” [sic] having the attention span of a gnat, bearing in mind that u r now coming in on the “tail end” of a series that began in earnest on October 17^th 2000, one day be4 my incredible father’s 77^th birthday, my having added just 4 hyperlinks tu last nights email which can be viewed in their “entirety” below, nothing like waking up the dead, stirring up the tired, tired of blood and overpriced chewing gum.

setting

heart

Or

bloody Valentine

Time 4 me tu head home, share with Marie a few moments in peace and quiet as her father begins the continuous journey of death-life, back, forward, careful tho when in reverse, reverse engineering has it drawbacks, never tu be a “no it all” [sic] an Almighty G-D having figured out the Power of 1, time 4 each of us tu “settle down”, read the writing on the wall, beginning with “nailing down” the most precise of languages, mathematics leading in to Hebrew, G-D speed perhaps best illustrated when watching a foreign movie with subtitles, start with an Israeli movie then move “back and forth” between all the languages under the sun, not tu forget the “click” languages of the first of our species, out of Africa until we all move at one-G-D-speed, getting in tune with the heartbeat of the universe.

Check out track 10,

“Here I am, on, the phone again, awkward silences, on the other end, I used tu know the sound, of a smile in your voice, butt right now, all I feel, is the pain of the fighting, starting up again, all the things we talk about u know they stay on my mind… all the things we laugh about they will bring us thru every time, after time…

Don’t say a word, I know u feel the same, Just give a sign, say anything… please don’t walk away I know u want tu stay…

Sum say that, time changes, best friends can, become strangers, but I don’t want that, no not 4 u, if u just stay with me we can make it thru, so here we r again, same old argument, now I am wondering if things will ever change.. when will u laugh again… make noise until 3 am and the neighbors would complain again… all the things we talked about u know they stay on my mind… I am falling down…” [sic]

Dropping Danielle off first at Torrey Pines High School we arrived at exactly 7:27AM PST while listening tu “Your bloody Valentine” which was on CD 2, track 7, the temperature outside reading 57 degrees, JoNathan, upon Danielle waving us “goodbye” fast forwarded tu track 11, Riot Girl,

“One day I woke up I welcomed knowing today is the day I will die… the joy of one last time, called my mother told her I loved her and begged her not tu cry and wrote a letter…  the happiest day of my life is the day I die…good boy.”

Remember tu live each day as tho it was your-my last.

Gary

Ps – George Soros has now 4 the first time placed my emails on “Content Filter” the text of the email being returned tu me reading:

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            gb2312

Patty, if u were me, would u add this one big-time crooked Jewish brother on my “delete list”?