From: Gary S.
Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: Mrs. Laurie Francis –
Principal of the Del Mar Hills “element.ary” [sic]
school.
Cc: rest
Subject: T-sh…
Dear Mrs. Francis,
I generally do much better in e-mail communications where
little if anything gets lost in the translation. Obviously I would have
preferred getting your e-mail address directly from you then have to go through
the World Wide Wait at the www.delmarschools.com
website to mention my continued amazement that you were not able to bring up www.nextraterrestrial.com on your PC
when we met earlier today.
I make it my business to not only pay attention to what
people say but what they don’t say although when I heard you tell me that
you have parents donating, “tens and hundreds of thousands of
dollars” to the school I almost fell off my chair, nothing to do with
your credibility, but more so for its complete lack of relevancy unless of
course you were simply trying to tell me that the school didn’t need to
raise additional monies although what I heard next directed I assume to me had
me floored, “If you want to, you can donate money directly to the
school.”
Although my dog was the only other living thing in the room,
I don’t recall any plants, nor would I suggest that you are a potted
plant. Pypeetoe has however, a limited vocabulary and it is more likely he will
speak French before speaking English and the odds of him being able to access a
bank account I plan to open in his name is highly unlikely although I never say
impossible.
In the world of quantum mechanics one works simply in
probabilities which has for the first time in history as a result of it’s
impact on the Digital Age having the have-nots soon knocking on the door of the
haves and not afraid to be met by someone pointing at them with a loaded bigger
gun. And of course I am exceedingly hopeful that the coming worldwide
Revolution although perhaps a little too long winded for those chasing their
tails will be less bloody than any other revolution in modern day history.
I not only kept very careful track of the time we spent
together but what it was that each one of us had to say including my parting
comment, “To
psar vromai apo to kefali kai dato.” You will surely agree that I
didn’t waste any time in cutting to the chase in describing to you my
reason for wanting to meet with the principal of a school in what is said to be
one of the better school districts in the country?
Recapitulation: I wanted a meeting to get your feedback on
an idea that some of us think is pretty good, i.e.
Kids contribute “stained” clothing with input from the art and
science departments. The school then auctions the kids’ individually
“labeled” t-shirts in ongoing community fund raising activities as
well as on The Internet.
I have a number of things on the go these days and feel rather
pressed for time but wanted to make certain that I was on time for our 11:30am
appointment which began at 11:45am due to another parent needing your attention
and your all-important communication to the entire school that probably could
have been said in 33 words or less.
I ran a rather successful marketing-publishing company for 5
years back in the 1980s made up mostly of women who made me look rather good
when I was a good 10 years younger than you which is not to suggest that you
could in fact be younger than say 35 years old. In all that time, however, I
don’t recall ever giving a speech that lasted as long as yours. I did
come in though at a rather dark period just before a series of mass layoffs
were about to be announced. In fact I have often been called in during the most
trying times to assist in “crisis management” and my track record
reflects that I do rather well. Most of my skills though came from playing
tough sports like rugby and netball.
I have though had my hiccups especially when I don’t
get straight talk let alone when people give me the runaround, i.e. we can
always make money and lots of it but there is no way that I know of where we
can make up for lost time. I can appreciate a different viewpoint since I am a
male and can only see what’s up ahead recognizing full well though that
you may be catering to some 20% of the teachers who as a result of the shock of
receiving notices of a possible lay off could be brain dead; made worse perhaps
by the guilt many of them feel especially when one considers the fact that if
all the teachers and their lobbyists had locked hands and started protesting en
masse and perhaps even camped out at Governor Davis’ State House you
wouldn’t find yourself having to deal with people like me who are simply
trying to give our kids a better Head Start, i.e. when government workers start
telling you that they are here to help you then it is important to hold on to
your wallet.
I did, however, have a rather pleasant experience the other
day at the DMV when I witnessed first hand a government employee going out of
her way to assist an immigrant who clearly was not interested in playing by the
rule book. He happened to be of oriental persuasion and wanted to sit in the
back of the car when his father who had been in the country just two months and
didn’t speak a word of English needed to have the instructions of the DMV
tester translated. How do you think his father passed the written test?
On the other hand I think it is fair to say, wouldn’t
you agree that without the public schools support Governor Davis would not have
been elected and instead of getting out there and fighting for our kids you
folks seem to be hunkering down and acting rather defensive?
I not only understand the “risk”
markets rather well but I also know a thing or tTOo about human nature but
without “proper and adequate” insurance there will be more than 20%
of your staff getting notices of a possible layoff and that you can bank right
now. When last do you ask for a quote on D&O
insurance?
Today is in fact my 25th anniversary since
leaving
I learned a while back that the best approach to responding
to fast balls is end the game quickly with a knuckleball. I am far better
equipped accomplishing this in person than I am in print for the simple reason
to day I cater to a larger audience, a Godsend this Digital Age, wouldn’t
you agree?
I decided immediately after I got back from our meeting to
go on “unemployement”
although I doubt that I would be eligible to even apply and of course I
couldn’t be bothered with all the paperwork. I did though go to the
trouble of notifying my one credit card company who kept calling me to take out
“insurance”
in the event I were to become “unemployed”
and I suspect I could use you as a reference as to why it would be so difficult
for anyone to employ me, wouldn’t you agree?
Just as I was leaving the house making certain I would be on
time for our all-important meeting I had been speaking with one of the
co-owners of Hoist, a seemingly successful fitness equipment manufacturer, who
is in the process of introducing a school fitness program nationwide.
Joe’s mother and I had given him some ideas when we all first met several
weeks ago in what took less than the amount of time for my dog to pee on your
carpet, just kidding.
Pypeetoe gets his name because he has the right angle and
universal markings of Pythagoras on his neck although some argue the one
marking is not a perfect right angle triangle and the “peetoe” comes from
him penchant to pee on his toes. My dog who is normally very calm and relaxed
when he is alone with me was unsettled almost from the start of our rather
brief meeting. Today, a year ago, he and I returned from a 3+ week trip to
I know you kept thinking that I was Joe’s father even
though I told you both in the telephone conversation and when I first sat down
again that I was his mother’s “significant
other” to mention little of my impressing upon you that I was not meeting
with you in my capacity relating to Joe having communicated with other
educators across the country and of course I make it my business to take people
on educational journeys especially those who have got too big for their boots.
I continued, however, to give you the benefit of the doubt that you were a
better listener than most men I know although most men I know are better
listeners than many women I know credit us for.
As a result of today’s session with you I intend to
expand on what I think is already at least a billion dollar a year business
opportunity for Hoist although it may not be as big as the idea I gave you
assuming you and your “awesum” [sic]
Charitable Foundation are able to execute.
You will also recall how I made it patently clear that if
you wanted to take “our” idea without compensating “us” a dime that
would be fine with me but of course I also mentioned that I was writing a book,
Manager Minute One that we should be our own managers from the get go, i.e.
minute one, although I didn’t get into the all that stuff including the
fact that people don’t make doormats out of you, you make a doormat out
of yourself.
I mentioned to you, however, that I had already
test-marketed this idea of having kids contribute their “stained tea-shirts” [sic]
with their names on it which could then be auctioned to the highest bidder,
combining arts and the sciences all into one although I really didn’t get
into the science part because I had the sense I might lose you on the Quantum
Mechanics aspects of NTT.[1]
In my opinion, though, there isn’t a great likelihood
of their being a cash register checker in the country who wouldn’t be
able to understand what we are doing at NextraTerrestrial.com [NTT] if I spent
as much time with them as I did with you. My time, like yours, is very precious
and consequently I will be using this e-mail to further express those matters
which most people find offensive, i.e. Most people I run into detest those 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 to
mention little of how this fund raising idea is a whole lot better than baking
cookies to mention little of the negative effects of sugar and aspartame while
assisting in putting a dent in a school’s budget deficit.
Earlier this afternoon Jonathan’s 13-year-old sister
walked up to the car while walking home from the bus stop. I had stopped by the
side of the road in order to get address a rather more seemingly important
matter than this e-mail to you. It is now just after
The fact that I don’t know about the schools so-called
“charitable foundation that f…art and… Why are you talking to
me?” was not as insulting as you then suggesting, “Why don’t
you just make a direct cash contribution to the school?”
You are, in my opinion, proof positive that the problems of
this world have nothing to do with race, color, religion or even economics for
that matter, simply poor parental religious teaching. You are correct though
that I know nothing about how your school system works but you can bet your
bottom dollar I intend to find out. I don’t, however, intend to find out
more about you although you can now begin to find out more about me by going to
take a look at my “hub” website, www.nextraterrestrial.com
Again, I don’t know why you were not able to bring my
main website up onto your computer and I did check to see that you spelled it
correctly; perhaps I should have just given you the www.footsak.com website which was my proving
grounds for NTT.
I am copying my one programmer Adam Tucker on this e-mail to
see if he can explain why your system blew out when you tried accessing the NTT
website. I am also taking the liberty of copying my one lawyer-colleague Mr.
Jeffrey Krinsk of Finkelstein and Krinsk to see what he thinks about what might
be behind as you put it, “For sum reason I
first have to go to Yahoo…” [sic] since there is always the
possibility that there could in fact be some sort of “conflict of
interest” i.e. collusion. I do though come with a very clear warning label.
I am also taking this opportunity to advise Jeffrey that I
might be able to expand his current lawsuit against Verizon to include a cell
phone manufacturer who has been “passing the
buck” not to be confused with the story I told you about how Jonathan in
making some enquiries on The Internet about a cell phone is now on the
receiving end of solicitations from insurance and mortgage companies to name
but two industries that are in tail spin, getting to the point of wasting their
time to mention little of their money, forget about honor, in prospecting
10-year-olds.
Your suggestion that there may in fact be a “conflict
of interest” between what I am proposing and what the School’s
charitable foundation is currently involved in funding is what first raised my
antennae that something was possibly amiss but when you failed to see how I was
doing more than simply helping to raise money for the school that it would also
arouse the artistic interests of the kids +++ I knew that there existed the
possibility that I was dealing with someone who had allowed their formal
education to interfere with their learning and of course in my line of business
this is not altogether uncommon.
Your departing comment coming ever so shortly after
suggesting to me that I simply give money to your school, “Our foundation
is doing a terrific job and we may not in fact have to lay off any
teachers… I cannot endorse your idea” even if true seems out of
touch with reality. Furthermore if in fact you are so self-confident to mention
so self-sufficient albeit with taxpayers dollars that you wont have to lay off
teachers then maybe you should inform not only the 1st year teachers
who got notices that they would be possibly laid off but the schools secretary
as well so that people like me sitting quietly, minding our own business.
won’t have anxiety attacks wondering what will happen to the
neighborhood.
It is not altogether uncommon, wouldn’t you agree, for
people who have lost their jobs, got laid off to do stupid things, perhaps even
go so far as to spank a kid, to mention little of why I think this is a perfect
time to sell a home in Del Mar and move into say a country estate out in Rancho
Sante Fe but I must say it is a little stuffy there wouldn’t you agree?
Moreover, on leaving your offices I felt as if I had just
met a born and bred Del Martian and please don’t take offense at that
since I also live in Del Mar and I have as much right as any parent or taxpayer
for that matter to help in whatever way possible to make this budget deficit
less of an impact and yes Mrs. Francis you can also bet your second bottom line
dollar this budget crisis is going to get a whole lot worse before it gets
better and one of the first things I will propose to the new governor of
California once Governor Davis gets recalled is to raise property taxes on the
very rich, i.e. people who live in places like Rancho Sante Fe whose horse
manure has a way of attracting flies although I guess some smart-ass lawyer
would argue that such a byproduct should mitigate your exposure.
Mrs. Fancis I don’t have much education to speak of
but nor am I altogether illiterate and there is one thing I do rather well and
that is my knack for making money when I have to. That is not to say that I
have all that it takes to make as much money as Jeffrey Krinsk but nor do I
have his overhead.
Finally, while I waited outside the school entrance trying
to catch my breath as my dog darted off for a breath of fresh air, a neighbor
friend of ours whose children attend your school happened to think the idea I presented
to you was one of the best ideas she has heard in a long while and when I told
her that our plan called for the schools to get as much as 90% of the profits,
“perhaps even more… and that it wouldn’t cost the school a
penny” all she could do was shake her head.
This particular lady right now is a very thankful person for
the fact that her husband who was recently laid off has now finally found a job
up a-ways up north. There are other people on our street not as fortunate.
Where there is a will there is a way. Soon you will have the opportunity to
examine in detail why willnext.com will eventually take hold to mention little
of sellnext.com. Another neighbor happens to be an attorney for one of the many
public companies I know a thing or tTOo about and
yes to repeat, politicians are not born they are raised in neighborhoods where
parents leave the disciplining and the child care to the schools and God help
those children who are unfortunate to have disconnected principals and
teachers. Another household on our street has two attorneys one though is a
recovering lawyer hoping that she wont be part of the first round of layoffs.
I was though very impressed with your grounds-man who seemed
genuinely concerned with the welfare of the kids impressing upon you the need
to make that all-important public announcement regarding the wet grounds which
reminds me of what took place this Saturday while watching Jonathan play
baseball.
It was raining cats and dogs and some of the parents were
screaming to the coaches, one of them happened to be Jonathan’s father,
to call the game off. One parent whose son was not even a member of either team
called the “Big Kahuna” coach over and said, “I would not let
my son play under these conditions.” The “Big Kahuna” coach
seemed to take the matter under advisement and did nothing. I kept quiet all
the while since Jonathan’s mother was now calling out as well as all the
other parents who had come off the benches and were
now all standing right against the fence screaming in unison at both coaches.
It took though another 5 minutes before Jonathan’s father who is the
“assistant coach” turned to the “Big Kahuna” and said,
“It is our call to make” and the kids let the field completely
drenched.
Mrs. Francis do with e-mail as you
see fit but please I beg of you think twice about showing any retribution
toward Jonathan.
I am just killing a couple more minutes before going to this
other meeting and I am reminded of a gentleman, I would say well into his 80s,
who knocked on the window of the parked car just before Danielle showed up.
Apparently his daughter who now has kids of her own went to Del Mar Heights
just up the road on Boquita. He refers to himself as a “Luddite…a
person who doesn’t believe in technology.” He also happens to be
retired mechanical engineer. I told him about my experience earlier in the
morning which brought the broadest smile to his face. I am actually surprised he
didn’t invite me in although he told me he was just recovering from a
rather bad cold.
Right now the masses of the world are distracted by what is
going on with
Just when the elder man left to go back into his house, he
had thought I was part of the construction crew belonging the next door house
that was under construction, my mentor, Amos Wright, a man as close to me today
as my father and perhaps better understands what I am doing with what remains
of my time than anyone else on this planet, called to check up on me wondering
if in fact I had received a bullet to the back of my head.
Mr. Wright happens to be a Catholic; at least he attends a
Catholic church regularly. Most Roman Catholics, like most Jewish people like
most Anglicans, Moslems and Buddhists and even some atheists are good, law
abiding citizens wanting to do the right thing and like most Americans no more
than 4 pay checks from being out on the street.
Mr. Wright is all of the above but
like me he is anything but being close to being in the “poor
house.” However, as a former Marine and Navy Officer during WWII he
understands fully who will bear the brunt of the any attack while those mostly
responsible for the state this world is in continue to play the time test game
of pointing fingers.
I didn’t come to you to play you a game of chess which
you know is what many people think life is all about, i.e. getting your
opponent to play to your advantage. Instead of listening carefully to how I was
in fact helping solve your problem all you heard was, “change the
system” words I never used but what you apparently heard scared the hell
out of you.
Good day,
Gary S. Gevisser
Ps – I once had a stint in the diamond business and your
“blue white” looked ever bit as good any diamond I saw traded on
Be advised that I will be out of town for perhaps as much as
two weeks as I meet with a variety of individuals including, I hope, the father
of Mr. Devin
Standard who is the executor of my estate. Mr. Kenneth Standard happens to
be a retired executive, Harvard trained attorney, who once did his thing or
tTOo while general counsel for Bristol Meyers. Today as president of the New
York Bar Association I suspect he will be quite interested to hear my
perspective on the repercussions that will befall his 68,000 membership base
especially those who have colleagues doing business with the current Democratic
Californian stronghold who played a pivotal role in the rigging of the last
Gubernatorial elections held as you may recall on November 8th,
2002.
Perhaps things would have turned out quite differently today
had my father not decided to return to
PPs – When Jonathan’s mother, Ms. Marie Dion
Stewart, returned from her art class I informed her that you had called. Please
when you speak with my “travel companion” who is now on a 9+ year
life journey with me measure your words as carefully as I have measured mine
even though I don’t plan to reread this script even once. Second,
reassure her that whatever our differences neither she nor her son will get any
bad vibe. Remember, I came to you as nothing more than a concerned citizen
wanting to make certain that I did everything possible to ensure our future.
You will agree that the children are our future and like our animals are very
sensitive to touch. Jonathan happens to be a rather exceptional individual and
I can assure you so is his mother.
God Bless America and may God bless George W. Bush to
continue to lead us all in this rather uncertain world, “…The risks
of inaction are far worse…There are new… fair notice… set an
example…our goal will not be achieve overnight…”
I just noticed Toni Cieri perhaps the most well known and
aggressive real estate broker sitting across the bar here at Il Fornio from
where I am typing and just this very moment a good buddy of mine tapped me on
the shoulder. Jim is on my e-mail list.
Time to fly.
[1] One of my
family’s businesses that fell under the Moshal
Gevisser Group of Companies was called Gipsy Tea & Coffee which I hope
to reintroduce at the Ccrest
Bed & Breakfast Café in
Jewish people talk in terms of an “eye for an eye”
whereas Christians are taught more in terms of The meek shall inherit the
earth. I, for one, happen to believe in the fundamental teachings that come
mostly from science with a bit of mother nature thrown in, curved balls simply
reflecting the orbit of celestial structures such as planets, much like what
comprises a complete set of teeth placed end to end; 64 in total throughout our
lifetime or simply put two adults combining also equal 64 set of teeth that
tend to unwind as the rot from the waste line is forced up into the brain, a
vacuum a horrible thing to interfere with unless of course one’s
intentions are good.
Thomas Edison realized that light could be sustained, either
increased or decreased or even held constant by placing a filament within a
glass tube much like what the folks who invented the first computers did with
vacuum tubes all precursors to the Digital Age that for sum reason got lost in
the so-called Dark Ages between the time of Pythagoras and Leonardo De Vinci.
“Veni whiny
sticky vici” [sic] introduced some really horrible things into the
equation. Working backwards we had English being ripped out of the Latin, one
of the spiritual languages like Hebrew and Arabic by politicians who wanted to
keep the masses at bay. Shows like “Bay Watch” soon evolved and of
course the politicians of politicians turned a blind eye to the going ons of
President Clinton for the simple reason they were blinded with their own self-importance
much like the TOES of today, those genius astrophysicists who want to build
ever faster accelerators that they know will prove little more than what we
already know today.
Although some 92% of Americans supposedly believe in God for
some reason we don’t seem to question some of these genius mathematicians
and physicists the smartest of whom all embraced God certainly towards the end
of their lives like Einstein to mention little of the role women played from
the time of Pythagoras to folks like Galileo who had the courage to admit his
female relative gave him more than a hand but for some reason the “hand
of God” got lost in the shuffle unless of course you happened to be on
either one of the two space shuttles that ended up in quite a spectacular fire
work display with the genii coming up with statements like “We have just
lost LOTV.”
Why is it do you think it is these folks come up with
something as effortless as LOTV for “Loss Of The Vehicle”
other than to keep us constantly guessing what they actually do for a living
which is to play pong.
Before getting into the subject matter that I believe
balances out the universal equation that supports in no uncertain terms the
“hand of God” we need to take a step back and exam the principles
of Pythagoras which prove out beyond a shadow of doubt that we could have in
fact bypassed the Dark Ages if only we had put more women in charge.
Arithmetic 101 begins as follows and you don’t need to
be a Latin scholar to know not to follow the crowd:
I+I=II, II+I=III, III+I=IV, I+II+III+IV=X=10=binary
operations that lead to bytes, i.e. The meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the
earth.
In other words, we have bytes kicking in and why “kick
a gift horse in the mouth” unless you are certain he-she-it won’t
kick back? You naturally produce a gun and then another gun until such time as
the person with the biggest one gets it up the kazoo by none other than you
know who?
For the brain dead let me explain this further. Computer
memory comes in multiples of 8 which is the closest looking number to the
infinity sign simply requiring a right-angle rotate which brings us back to
Pythagoras who was the first scientist to take superstition and mysticism out
of the equation with his “This and this equals that.”
So what became of the Roman numbering system that had
spirituality like the words of Plato in Latin written all over it. Like too
many good things it comes to an end, for the masses that is for the simple
reason that those in power don’t particular care for the masses to be
educated particularly the liberal elitists and no doubt Plato was an elitist
but he had some pretty good ideas and understanding of human nature but lacked
the mathematics to mention little of my knowing little or nothing about his
economic plan although I seem to recall him not being in favor of anyone owning
land which is in fact at the heart of the man’s greed to mention little
of his revenge never to forget, however, the Newtonian principle that for every
action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
So what became of the simplicity of the number system that
foretold everything we ever needed to know about God, man and the coming of the
Digital Age some 500 years before the birth of Christ? This is a question I
have pondered for some time for it seems to me that eventually there will be no
where for anyone to run given the rapacious nature of man to consume everything
he sets his eyes on.
So who is the sickest amongst us given what you are now
about to hear for perhaps the first time unless of course you are tapped in to
my NextraTerrestrial website directory?
It is those who have allowed their formal education to
interfere with their learning who think that they can
get away with everything including murder. And yes it is murder to kill any
living cell especially that of a child who has divine spirit placed ever so
neatly in their skull with two eyes and two ears and one mouth so that they
should listen twice as hard as they speak.
But once they get it, once they understand how screwed up
the system is then they should feel compelled to express themselves using their
god given intellect and not to think they are smarter than anyone else but for
the grace of God go each one of us.
None of us are better than the other but without the other
particle of mass we cannot exist for it takes an uninterrupted power supply
from the time of birth to propel each one of us forward and any interference
even the scream of an errant bird is enough to shut off the ears and the eyes
that are so impressionable.
Choosing our words ever so carefully is as important as
choosing our partners and why the Digital Age now allows people from all walks
of life to communicate and to create a melting pot that has us all blending in
to one, moving away from black &
white which have no color to a magical point where all the colors are magnified allowing us
all to see the richness of the heavens that are drifting further and further
away.
We all know about the $64,000 question but what came before?
I was first called “into action” when momworker63
professed a plea for help. The number 63 has appeared immeasurable times
throughout my life but none more so when at Igazu falls where 3 countries,
While my “travel companion” slept at the Hotel
on the Argentinean side of the border listening to the gushing water a
hop-jump-and-a-scotch away although it was the Argentineans at the bar who were
doing the drinking at the wee hours of the morning at the start of last
year’s World Cup, I turned to a gentlemen who spoke little of no English
and told him, “don’t worry in the 63rd minute Argentina
will score.” Now of course I
was only kidding with the guy because I am not a psychic, never once having
received a direct message from God who probably recognizes fully that I am
going deaf as much as some folks wish right now I were in fact dead.
When, however, it appeared that
I have been blessed in more ways than I can ever explain
including having next to me at the most critical times women who just happen to
have been not only beautiful but not fixated in the least in terms on money or
fortune and of course I had to have something to make up for not having “good
looks” which is probably why I keep losing my passport and drivers
license.
I have known though that with my command of mathematics I
could have in fact had a license to print money even though I have no more than
a high school education in this particular field to mention little or no
scholarly knowledge when it comes to physics. But for some reason I can compute
very quickly once I get my arms around a problem which involves both
mathematics and physics with just a little help from folks who know a whole lot
more than me who also never allowed their formal education to interfere with
their logic reasoning most of all having a primeval fear only of God.
I even had trouble at times defining things such as prime numbers
but once I focus long enough on the problem and most importantly get enough
sleep I can rip to shreds the charlatans out there, those in particular who see
themselves as Gods, the so-called TOES, those members of the scientific
community who think they are above it all never for one minute realizing that
the discoveries out there come with an ever careful guiding hand that each of
our brains are not for the taking nor should anyone think they can outsmart God
who commands the most critical element in the equation e=mc² as it applies
to the workings of the universe in “deep space.”
The English language although ripped out of the spiritual
languages still has vestiges of spirituality contained within it both within
the lettering as well as the numbers and what attracted me to the Los Angeles
Article on
The fact that no one had recognized that there existed a
symbol resembling the star of david is all that I found troubling for I had
come to realize over the years that as we accumulated matter and things that
mattered meant really very little as long as we got our “tits and
ass” entertainment no different to the Roman times which then morphed in
to the construction of temples using and bearing the name of Jesus Christ who
seems to have opposed all that very same opulence he saw amongst the Jewish
elders of his time.
The disconnects, however, are perhaps the most profound when
one sees how Einstein’s equation provides all the evidence we need of not
only the existence of God but the manner in which he guides us, that it is
incumbent upon each one of us to stand up and be counted and not to be sheep to
the slaughter. Those in command however, in their desire to maintain their
privileges are hell bent on complicating matters, that by using nonsensical
acronyms and phrases like “beware of the sheep in wolf’s
clothing” as if to suggest that perhaps even some sheep would be stupid
enough not to recognize a wolf donning a sheep skin jacket, the masses will eventually
be so distracted to simply fall asleep.
I once attended a church service in
For a Jewish boy, let alone an orthodox Jewish boy, going to
a church service is enough to rattle any cage and of course I knew exactly what
I was doing including making a relatively healthy donation to the church which
I knew would get back to my stuffy yet lovable English folks who happen to live
in this one village in the English countryside, albeit probably the only
“visible” Jewish people in all of England.
I very rarely exaggerate and only when to make a point or
tTOo but when I do it is always very clear that I am doing so but I don’t
ever lie, steal or cheat which brings me back to the number 63, that appeared
on my digital watch when I visited Machu Picchu a second time last year with my
current “travel companion” who is no more beautiful and special
than my previous “travel companion” of almost 10 years who
introduced me first to the world of mathematics when she took me to her
mother’s island of Samos where Pythagoras is said to come from.
Little or nothing of his writings have been preserved but
his message lives on and I can probably relate more to him than anyone else I
have ever read about to mention little of having a rather large birth
mark on my right thigh that comes and goes almost like the tide although I
generally only notice it when I get a little worked up or when exercising
around the ocean.
Calculating the odds has been my passion from a very young
age made easier by my focusing on and being around ocean waves which unlike a
controlled experiment in a laboratory cannot ever be repeated which
consequently helped test my mind to the limit and it can be as exhausting as if
competing in say an Iron Man competition which is why I mostly walk although if
truth be told for the past 10 odd years I have mostly laid at the foot of the
Del Mar cliffs
which provide the shade as I have pondered the inner workings of the universe
trying to make sense of the mathematics that go back and forth within my brain,
where control is clearly not in my hands which led me to draw the connection
between “deep space”
and each of our brains both vacuums where matter and anti-matter cancel out one
another.
The forces at play kept leading me back to Einstein’s
e=mc² which I knew made perfect sense from our perspective here on planet
earth but which couldn’t explain in clear enough terms to me at least the
fact that the billions of other galaxies out there were moving away from us at
an accelerating rate.
Although I haven’t spent much time talking with
physicists to explain the inconsistencies I know enough about Chaos Theory in
terms of how the markets work particularly the stock market to know that most
if not all of them including folks like Stephen Hawkings were mostly full of
shit.
Now I think it is okay to use a word like “shit”
even though my mother wouldn’t approve but then again her generation had
their chance to make this world a better place and they blew it. I would rather
put my faith quite frankly in folks like Eminem than folks who I know know no
better than many of their ancestors who wandered aimlessly in the desert for 40
odd years.
I could easily get sidetracked in to exploring how on earth
these folks managed to make love given the stench and the lack of hygiene but I
have no doubt that God somehow found a way to make it bearable for some of them
produce enough offspring which now brings me to the another rock group by the
name of Offspring who like Eminem seem to have got a lot of things right and are
no where near as pornographic as the pictures we shall soon see coming out of
Iraq which brings me to the French.
It so happens that the French conglomerate Vivendi [V]
happen to own 63% of Vivendi Environmental [VE] who happen to own 100% of a not
so little company called U.S. Filter whose executives soon after meeting with
the folks who rigged the Gubernatorial elections on November 8th
2002 then flew to Paris for a board meeting where no doubt they gave Mr.
Messier a full run down on their meeting with Governor Davis back on or around
December 28th 2001 and it was unlikely that Mr. Andy Seidel forgot
his meeting with the two co-managing partners of Wetherly Capital a week or so
later at U.S. Filters headquarters in the California dessert where a little
parcel of some 42,000 “prime”
acres were being “held up” for
grabs.
Now what Mr. Messier who is now deposed knew or wanted to
know is neither here nor there but what is certain is that the man who arranged
a series of meetings including another meeting with the Governor of California,
Ho chi Min Davis would later find a job at his old stomping ground, i.e. U.S. Filter.
All these meetings were arranged while I was on my walk in
the English countryside getting a breath of fresh air but I returned to the
United States on Xmess
Eve hoping to be spend the next day with friends preparing for New Year’s
Eve when I had arranged to have my great 94 year old friend, Anne L. Miller
join my significant other and I for a once in a lifetime celebration. Mrs.
Miller was now in an old age home and we all knew she didn’t have that
much time left but when my phone rang on Christmas day just after I had
finished reading Stephen Hawking’s The Universe in a Nutshell I was still
a little shocked to hear that this very special lady had passed away.
While in
Mrs. Miller had in fact started to lose her mind but when
she met a year or so earlier with another lawyer there was no question as to
what she wanted to do with her estate. I had though talked her out of giving a
not altogether insignificant holdings to the Salvation Army since I
wasn’t convinced the this charitable organization was any better than
then say the Red Cross or the United
Way for that matter and that she should keep her immediate family as her
“soul heirs” [sic].
In due course I will be taking matters up with both her
nephew who had primary medical responsibility for Mrs. Miller as well as the
law firm I had put her in touch with assuring her at the time “If they
don’t’ behave themselves I will make certain there they have both
‘proper &
adequate’ liability insurance in place.”
In today’s market the term “proper &
adequate” are akin to the Social Security Trust being solvent, certainly
they appear both to me as oxymorons.
I wrote a piece to my significant other’s 13-year-old
on this subject matter and I have a Part II all ready to go but first I must
complete how we go from 63 which was the angle at which the sun rose relative
to where I was standing when visiting Machu Picchu with my “travel
companion” who goes between “significant other”,
“travel companion” and Marie, at will.
The will to survive longer and richer than anyone else is at
the heart of most people’s discontent especially those who already have
more than what they need, where their wants will always exceed their needs for
the simply reason that when they look out and see such a wide expanse they
think anything and everything is possible just by virtue of being able to see
further despite their eyesight getting poorer, forgetting once again the Newtonian
principle of for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Einstein too forgot this rather important fundamental
principal which brings me closer to the $64,000 question that requires that we
brush our teeth at least twice a day, dental floss at least once a day and most
of all make sure we have good breath for without teeth we are nothing but gums,
never to be smug.
The meaning of life is all about a search for the truth which
requires that we first define what is meant by truth. Most would agree that
this is a rather difficult word to describe even though it is used all the
time, perhaps more so than any other word in any language.
It has though existed from the beginning of time and is
every bit a part of our DNA and of course when we speak about truth especially
when it comes to people who lie, steal and cheat we say things like,
“Time to draw a line in the sand.”
If we go back and start listing the four lettered words that
end with “and” we come up with the following:
Wand
Sand
And we stop there and begin to examine what happens when
things are interfered with just as in shifting sands and we come up with word WAR.
Continuing:
Land
Hand
Band
“Aand”
[sic].
Witch
[sic] stands for “Blah blah …”
It is not so much that history has a way of repeating itself
as much as man has a way of avoiding the truth which he accomplishes in rather
strange ways.
Some simply follow the ostrich and stick their heads in the
sand, others think that God will come along and wave a wand, give a hand,
forgetting that God gave of his inheritance right at the start with the
“sun, the wind, the currants which are
supposed to equal a healthy climate” [sic].
Man is though very sick when he chooses to avoid the lessons
of the past including only the fittest survive and those who profit unseemingly
out of other peoples’ despair will get their comeuppance when the time
comes to meet their maker but it is up to each of us on this planet to protect
God’s will which is the land each of us inherited at the get-go.
The failure of man to band together in one unified force has
been the death nail to many who have tried the impossible given man’s
penchant for greed, to die not just the richest amongst all the species, nor
simply the richest person in the world which most would agree only one person
is capable of that particular feat and therefore when we say stupid things like
“It is not important that I die the richest person in the world” it
is simply more of an excuse to continue in one same old tiring let alone boring
routine.
The indifferent
are no better nor any worse though than the few out of control rapacious folks
who are fixated on dying the richest persons in the grave for their
indifference allows these folks to not only acquire the biggest guns, build the
biggest fences, they also allow these rotten characters to interfere with their
wave patterns.
The instant one turns a blind eye to evil one creates short
circuits within the brain that forces one’s mind to go literally around
in circles and why perhaps we just shake our heads when we finally get it or
just before we get blown away with the truth.
The truth began with the number 10, the very beginnings of
the Digital Age but no one wanted to listen to what Pythagoras and his inner
circle which included women were saying and so they went their own way not
having I assume the tools to prove the existence of God that would possibly
unite the masses.
Then Jesus came along and he thought that with miracles such
as walking on water he would convince the masses of God’s divine
intervention and of course he created a ground swell movement that knocked the
socks off the Jewish elders to mention little once again of the Romans emperors
who eventually embraced a religion that is Jewish in every sense other than it
seems the early Christians had less commentaries.
Jewish people though have this thing about Jesus being the
“son of God” and poke fun at Jesus supposedly walking on water but
yet every Passover we sing ourselves to high heaven with the parting of the Red
Sea never for one minute thinking that perhaps God didn’t have a hand in
it at all and maybe it was simply the wolves following behind who huffed and
puffed which allowed the little piggies to survive and today we have things
like my dog, Pypeetoe which my significant other mostly calls “Little
Piggy” and which bring out the best in folks like Jeffrey Krinsk who
make fortune after fortune keeping the scoundrels in check.
Recently my “travel companion” her son and I
agreed to split my dog Pypeetoe 3 ways. Jonathan gets the head because he likes
Pypeetoe’s licks
and kisses,
Marie gets his hind quarters because she likes mostly his athletic thighs and I was left
with his belly which cost me some $50 per week to feed.
It is all in the numbers and whether or not one believes in
Jesus Christ even going so far as to question whether in fact he even existed seems
OK with GOD which is the reverse of my Mini Cooper S’ license plate that
reads DOG KO, as long as one has some belief system even if it is the fairy
Godmother who watches over you especially those disenfranchised, those raised
in dysfunctional homes where there exists the possibility for the child to
somehow insulate him or herself from all the chaos around.
Instead of going around and around in circles and we know in
pure mathematics there is no such thing as a perfect circle, we should be going
back and forth constantly gathering evidence to improve the odds to the point
that one begins to think in probabilities, which may account for why when
Jewish people pray they have this sway but never should we swagger.
Jewish people were unquestionably blessed and the
archeological records are irrefutable to mention little of the messages that
stem from the father of all the great religions. Abraham may have done worse
things than eat ham but he was someone who knew how to trade, how to add value
and perhaps for that reason alone he was chosen for the rigorous test of
converting heathens into a belief that the celestial world was more than a
bunch of gobbledygook all stuck together for each to his own to do with as he
or she felt fit, to simply ravish in the sunlight and consume as if each one
owned the land that we all know can breath fire at any moment.
It is the light from within that each one of us knows about
that is constantly with us which brings me back to the word truth. Truth is
something that is an absolute, it cannot change under any circumstance no
matter what, no matter how the time changes, casting shadows, bringing out
shadowy characters, the truth remains absolute which is why it is such a
difficult word to define.
When, however, we see, hear or touch something beautiful it
is likely to take our breath away although the first thing we do is take a deep
breath. Another truth is when we say the words, “I am,,,” No one
other than ourselves can describe who we are, not even our partners let alone
our parents no matter how much they may believe they are so in touch since
after a period of time spent burying one’s head in the sand, throwing
salt over one’s shoulder, spitting 3 times believing that God is some
type of fairy who will just interrupt his busy schedule to lend you a helping
hand or worse yet protect you from making bad decisions you have to be totally
nuts and of course the more short-circuits you
experience eventually you will go nuts.
If, however, you are blessed with responsible parents who
simply provide you with the basics, good nutrition, a safe haven and get the
hell out of the way once you begin to walk and simply are there to provide
cushioning in the event of a fall then you quickly learn the 1,2,3s or in the
case of the English language, ABC as in Always Be Cool.
There is nothing worse than an over controlling parent who
tends to smother the child with blankets as they sweep their shenanigans under
the rug and why the Digital Age that has us going back and forth as in 10 and
01 is in my opinion the final Godsend for us to get our acts together once and
for all.
The shifting sands just like the Red Shift that proves
beyond a shadow of a doubt that the other galaxies are moving away from us at
an accelerating rate are simply more of the signs of the hand of God which
brings me once again to e=mc² which like the breath we breath, like the
words “I am” that first appear in the Old Testament is an absolute
truth and in my opinion irrefutable proof of God’s ongoing presence.
This incredible equation which Einstein no doubt realized
towards the end of his life was a gift to him from God explains in no uncertain
terms the workings of the universe both inside and outside of a vacuum.
No credible scientist would dispute that e=mc² provides
a complete coverage of how matter works within what many refer to as spaceship
earth that allows us not only comprehend physics in a rather eloquent fashion
but more importantly no one has come even close to suggesting that this genius
equation is wrong.
It doesn’t, however, explain everything about the
inner workings inside of a vacuum which is what “deep space” is in
so far as the precise definition attributed to this masterful equation but it
works nevertheless once we change m which equals mass to being the constant and
make C which equals the speed of light the variable.
Folks though especially those in a rut, those who have
managed to work within the status quo, some having achieved the highest orders
of science in particular are slow to change and generally only do so when
forced.
The forces of nature are bearing unquestionably down on all
of us right now but it has nothing whatsoever to do with God. It is all of our
making, our lack of participation in the things that matter our focus on each
of our individual agendas especially those of us educated who have allowed our
education to interfere with our learning.
The collapse of the insurance industry will soon be the
death nail in the stock market which was topsy turvy almost from the very
start. Only a mug would play the stock market to begin with and of course I am
now forced to define mug. Suffice to say, however, that anyone with half a
brain knows that for every dollar made in the stock market someone loses a
dollar to mention little of the lack of creativity within large organizations
who are so disconnected from their owners through the hiring of professionals
like lawyers and accountants who simply help in the fiddling.
There cannot, however, be any fiddling with the truth and
once folks everywhere understand that e=mc² is proof positive of a higher
force then perhaps they will take to the streets and start demanding more of
their politicians to mention little of their teachers who should know better,
at least be prepared to listen very carefully to what others perhaps not as
educated as them have to say about things that matter, i.e. how to make sure
that they don’t imprint their set of poor values on impressionable minds.
As with any great painting the values, the different shades
of gray, remain constant with every brush stroke and the full spectrum of light
make up of the 3 primary colors only comes to life when we move away from the
edges, the so-called black and white neither of which are a color.
The same when it comes to those folks caught in the middle
of a squeeze which is what is going on right now with those on the extremes
both the left and the right working in concert using the media which is
anything but mainstream to flush out anyone who dares to even challenge the
status quo.
When, however, the ends meet, those on the extremes will be
the first to succumb;
the person though with the best bum will
eventually stand tallest.
The tallest trees may attract the most wind but it the wind
makes them strong as well and the so-called mighty, especially those who pursue
the mighty-buck are in for one hell of a big surprise.
Relatively few people know much about art and are happy to
have paintings dawning their walls that are bright
colors, lack precision but have a signature on the bottom meaning everything
and nothing. I have maintained for some time that the art I have been
collecting over the years is my most valued asset but in the course of the past
several months the art I have purchased from significant other’s two
children may surpass in value any of my masterpieces and the ones I treasure
the most, the ones that few critics in the world of art who know something
about art would ever argue differently, are those painted by perhaps the
greatest painter of our times, Sebastian Capella.
It is not important what one does in order to make a living
as long as one does it well, to the best of one’s ability never though to
turn up one’s nose at what gives others pleasure even if in fact they
appear to have their heads up their asses when deciding what art to place on
their living rooms.
Every so often I do get arrogant but it doesn’t last
very long especially when you are surrounded by 3 individuals and two dogs
especially Pypeetoe who thinks nothing of plunking himself right on top of
one’s aching joints who all make no bones about the need for me to keep
my ego in check and of course I have to pay attention to the animals, most of
all the bird we rescued from the cluttered and darkened garage of Marie’s
ex-husband who remains out of the loop but will soon get his comeuppance and
anyone who chooses once again to interfere will find themselves not simply on
the receiving end of a knuckleball but party to a “tortuous
interference” business lawsuit.
I have learned to go back and forth dealing with a myriad of
subjects and understanding ever so well at this time the inner workings of the
universe that choice is ours that free will is a gift from God in order that
each one of us execute his will making it incumbent upon each one of us to hold
the next person in check for if there is just one negative in the equation it
make the entire equation collapse and the world at this point is in a state of
collapse no different to an imploding star.
The signs are everywhere
and it is up to each one of us to do our part and make sure we stay informed
and not buy into the rhetoric of others particularly the media who operate in
worse than a vacuum, beyond the mindset of rational thought for the simple
reason they are all caught up in their own bullshit of believing the
teleprompters placed in front of them as though their producers, their managing
editors are Gods, no different to the NASA officials who choose what
pictures to take and when to take them irrespective of what logic calls for.
When you start to think that your shit don’t stink
then it is a question of time before you start consuming to the point that your
anus cannot function that well with the net effect being a drift towards the
brain first stopping off though at the “aufaces” [sic] that
protrude and God forbid one is breast feeding only God help the infant who is
probably better off with infant formula.
The brain is a terrible thing to lose and how it comes about
that a Del Martian like me with little formal education who can only remember
things taught in his Latin class as in “Amo amas Amat…” never
to be a doormat, never to sweep anything under the rug especially the person
“you love”, a total vacuum can
nevertheless compute that something is amiss and the
“masses” will eventually take to the streets to hold the scientific
community accountable when they fail on several levels to disclose the truth,
none more so then how to explain to the individual on the street the
implications of the Red Shift which has shown for some time beyond a shadow of
a doubt that the speed of light varies when traveling through a vacuum like
“deep space” which is essentially all that area that surrounds
spaceship earth which most healthy brained individuals would agree constitutes
the vast expanse of the universe, to mention little of the small percentage of
the brain most of us use when all we hear is the mass media going blah blah
blah.
Whichever way one examines the light waves they are either
expanding or contracting but they are certainly not standing constant which is
what one would expect in terms of Einstein’s e=mc² which stands to
reason even if one doest accept that it is the hand of God that
“switches” things “on” and “off” but with a
rather steady hand much like a dimmer switch.
By switching the constant where it belongs, i.e. mass, for
every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, nothing therefore being
lost or for that matter gained, one is able to conclude that energy best
represented in a “wave” form is adjusted up or down depending on
the “gift” of light to the point that the quest for a perpetual
motion machine is right before our eyes as long as we can compute simple math.
If we can create Energy from within using the existing
forces of nature within spaceship earth and applying the principles of how
energy, matter and light operate within a vacuum much akin to what our brains
are all about then even if the sun were to stop shining, even if
“light” as we know it were to come to almost a complete standstill
we would be able to function.
In other words as long as the speed of light does not get
below one, reach zero, i.e. where matter and anti-matter cancel themselves out,
we will at worst find ourselves in a position where E=M which according to my
measurement system is when 3=13 which then brings us full circle.
The quest to calculate Pi commonly referred to in
mathematical terms as 22/7 has reached well over the 100 billion mark decimal
point although I simply like to stop at the 8th decimal point since
everything seems to repeat itself after that mark. It is often a black mark
when folks repeat themselves for it loses interest after a while much like why
some people despite having good relations with their spouse decide to test out
the market place looking for no doubt a change of pace.
It is very easy for some folks to get caught up in their own
little world especially if they have a command of numbers but one has to be at
least a little bit truthful with oneself in terms of how interesting the number
3.14285714 is after a while.
Pythagoras in all likelihood never got his arms around
understanding artificial light which requires an appreciation at least of
negative numbers including things like the square root of negative one which
continues to baffle the minds of most scientists even the smartest out there
the so-called theoretical scientists who have to get by each day reminding
themselves, “Now listen here yoyo, integers are both real and imaginary,
blah blah blah” otherwise they would go simply go nuts.
Someone like Pythagoras who hadn’t let I assume his
waste line get out of control, never feeling the need to burn the candle on
both ends simply stayed true to the things that made perfect sense. Instead of
constantly taking away he simply stuck to adding and stopped probably at the
number 10 when God impressed upon him, Ten is Enough.
Enough is Enough which is how I began my quest to bring
equilibrium to the market place by attacking the pride of the most rapacious
beginning with someone I knew something about, someone who owned a business I
knew more about than the average Joe Blow, and most of all I got to ride
alongside Ronald “The Finagle King” Perelman some 10 years ago in
an elevator.
Making a pitch shouldn’t take more than the time it
takes to go up ten floors in an elevator and so Ms. Laurie “Fancy”
Francis I must now get to work on condensing all this and probably the million
odd words I have written over the past 3+ years in to verse that takes no more
than 15 seconds for the average literate person to read.
