From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, November 21, 2002 3:01 PM
To: dad
Cc: rest

Dad hi, I hope all is well. I am right now at our rock cabin in the mountains watching the forces of nature gain position on the hi-ground without having to go at mach-truck speed in order to stay out of harm’s way.

Last night I saw the movie Memphis Belle about these bombers during WWII and the hell they went through, enVE.us of the “friendly” fighters who protected their flanks unrestricted to do whathaveyou? Marie’s father was a “tail gunner” and the only survivor of a crash that killed all of the crew. It took him 6 months to wake up to the fact that he once had a life given the fact that he had no name stabled on to his shirt.

Today, despite inhaling a cigarette or tTOo over the years he manages to cough out rather eloquent verse that causes me to ponder more than my navel although I am constantly looking down to see how many creases I have before going down on all fours to do a push up and sometimes as many 30 exercising mostly my brainne, mostly trying to eat right, all in the write quantity to mention little of the right stuff company.

In one segment they showed the crew “arming” the bombs only once they were up in the air. I have a photograph of Englebrecht who apparently “crashed on take off with 3 X 500 lb” bombs under his wings. I assumed those bombs were “armed” right from the start? Your 60^th operation just 12 short of being “dogly” as talked to in the Kabbalah although my dog Tippytoe fortunately didn’t break anything in his eagerness to say hello to my good friend Ron Bellows who recently visited with me.

SIG ALERTs have been going out over the Internet since July 13^th 1999 and continue tTOo this day in no small measure contributing to the number of repeated “hits” by a relatively small, but statistically valid, audience. That circle though will be expanding as the universe expands at ever increasing speed where the speed of light is not a constant. It is more than a matter of one’s person perspective when one has 360 degrees all covered and write now I am getting all my .ucks lined up watching out for those who are doing the least quacking, the so-called silent killers, dark matter to avoid at all cost.

No matter what the scientific community say about asteroids kaleid-ing left and wright, make no mistake our species is on a collision course of epic proportions and few today would argue with my ability to weed the dynamics of what is happening in the markets and what makes folks like Warren “Bail me Out” Buffet and his partner Joe Steinberg more concerned about me and what I might expose than anything Mr. Steinberg’s underlings were concerned with way back when. There is in fact little harm I can to exacerbate the pending doom other than help ward off a precipitous tailspin. It is quite a dilemma knowing full well that for each tick of the mighty clock the pressure cooker rises exponentially allowing the captains of industry to squeeze out for themselves one more mighty buck.

I am though just one person who has learned from the past to make use of the tides avoiding at just about any cost the bearing of bad news, well aware of the need to form the write bridges bearing strait as best I can without being distracted, avoiding at all cost going overboard using the forces of nature as best I can to spring the best things to life and of course to be there to pick up the fruits at harvest time and cash in my winnings.

Perfect Storm III is in a holding pattern as I breath in the mountain air waiting to see if I can in fact catch Matthew the Mighty Mountain Mouse for the 2^nd time. By forgetting to add some peanut butter to the trap I have now given him 48 days of breathing room although he hasn’t got to enjoy the trappings of being caught and then released during the day when he could get end up being eaten by say a mountain lion. Concern with this level of minutia distracts me from an all-out attack on the indifferent to mention little of what I have in stor for the rapacious few who hope to keep the masses sticking to their knitting while pursuing a peeriless course that will ultimately take those not properly prepared for quite a dun-king.

I understand full well the South African Jewish community’s concern as I pull back the layers of skin exposing their dark underbelly with my nails pointed write very carefully, however, manicured; nothing like being cured although biltong is a poor man’s substitute for tongue which sum Jewish folk just love to get their teeth into. Interesting wouldn’t you agree how I am managing to choose my words ever so carefully while making a point or tTOo ? At some point I might just have “flash cards” positioned all over the Internet that will be understood by those both young and old who are getting with the program.

Numbers do not lie nor for that matter will the Hot Water Wars story that first appeared in the June issue of Forbes Magazine fade away into the sunset. Folks like Ron Bellows and Devin Standard may not appear at first blush to be the trendiest, both blind to the color of man but hip nevertheless. Make no mistake they were hippies at one time much like me although I kept my hair only long when I started working for a living, no wonder why the folks from Bernstein and Bank kept me indoors for most of the time I worked in the Windy City while they banked my work-product and then sum. Today though I am probably in butt-er shape than at age 18 giving the fact that I rarely smoke more than a cigar or tTOo and generally only in the company of my St-dna-ard Bear-er.

I recently got an email from Michael Moshal’s eldest son, David, who I haven’t communicated in a while. In the course of the next few days, perhaps even hours you will get to see an email I plan on sending to the manager of the operation in England followed up by a letter to Dr. Stewart’s lawyer Mr. Hurst who I don’t think was married to Gillian Hurst who despite his smart attire is not quite Mr. Universe nor do I think he is related to mom’s Miss Universe, Gillian Hurst who does not appear to be quite the “hit” of Penny who some say looks better today than when bree-zing to death on Durban’s North shore.

I will be using some of the lessons of war to convey to Russell, Ccrest’s manager, the importance of thinking outside of the box, not repeating the mistakes of past generations in order to live a happy yet fruitful life without focusing on dying the richest person in the grave; that if one is diligent one can in fact connect up every occurrence in one’s life, proof positive that there is method to the madness of Chaos Theory to mention little of David Moshal’s grandfather Barney who made the right move when it counted most as opposed to “uncle.ar” Sol, both Moshals being equal butt very opposite.

It really isn’t so amazing how we attract both the best and worst in our lives much like subparticle matter a reflection of the ever expanding universe, important now more than ever for everyone including family members to wake up, see the light and stand tall.

Grave though to miss the lessons of the past. I believe, and in time I hope to prove out mathematically, that our parents are the “1s chosen” for each of us but that we are responsible for keeping our own DNA sequencing in check making certain we never forget that our parents are not gods who often though go to the dogs when they get old and “phat”, to restrict as you have pointed out time and again the wea-r-ing of hats, cats though are precious tTOo, dark glasses only for entering Black Holes.

Time to test the fly-wheels and never to fly DNA drink drunk wouldn’t you agree? I figure that the odds me being splattered on the road to be greater than being whacked from behind by a relative or tTOo. Recently Jeffrey Krinsk clarified his prediction of my “1 in 4” chances of surviving through “Xmas”, extending my life expectancy some 7 days through “New Year” and when New Year comes I feel confident that Jeffrey will go religious on me and start talking about the Jewish New Year. In other words I expect my life to extend beyond that of a bat.

Besides for the question of arming your bombs let me know if you are able to click on to the “hyperlinks.” If you are suffering from insomnia the hyperlinks will help you pass the time and when the bell rings for doing the tomorrow’s first order of business things should be easier than someone coming at you with a syringe, toll booths to avoid, missus to boot, miss-ed worlds to embrace and be careful how you respond, i.e. choose your words carefully.

Miss you. Love you lots.

Gary