From: Gary S.
Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: Tracy Fried
Cc: rest
Subject: RE:
Now of course there are days when I
sometimes go as many as 5 hours in the front of the computer but most if not
all of those two additional hours are serfing through
The Internet, although lately it has been waiting around watching my computer
go through short circuit after short circuit. One of these days I am going to
actually place a call to the CEO
of Microsoft and ask him a couple of questions including his thoughts on Melvyn
Weiss of Milberg
Weiss the most rapacious law firm on the planet who happened to have been
clients of mine until I told them to do take a dump
although “splash”
would have been probably a better choice of words.
I will not even begin to go into some of
the many “chess
games”
I have going on right now but suffice to say if Auschwitz hadn’t been
dismantled brick by brick I have some Jewish brothers and sisters out there who
would possibly volunteer to fire the place up burn me to smithereens and then
with tears in their eyes deliver to my beautiful wife my ashes in the finest of
flasks.
Now there is a great story about my eldest
brother who once decided to make himself some tea in one of his fancy clients
kitchens. Well I think you get the picture.
First, I did try paging you a week ago
yesterday and the next day Friday mid-afternoon while walking hand-in-hand
with an attorney friend, a colleague of yours who apparently has your pager
returned the call.
Our wedding
reception actually took place that Thursday evening but Marie and I are rejoicing
our union each and every moment that the sun continues to shine and even when
it doesn’t like this previous Saturday morning we sit back and enjoy the
sound of the droplets of rain. In fact we lay awake early that morning for
quite some time soaking in all the rain that clearly made its way to our rock cabin up in
Pine Valley.
The wireless Internet connection is not
operable in our neck of the woods, much the same with the relationship I have Mr. Sammy
Haim that clearly requires as much space between us as Marie insists she
has from her former husband whose attorney has yet “tTOo” [siC] receive the full thrust of resources in an effort to seek out full
justice against his client, Dr. John Ben Stewart [JBS].
As you may know, “bandwidth” is a function of increased “frequency” that
brings with it “heat”
that requires things like “heat sinks”
to dissipate the heat to mention little of the “noise” factor that
has me now running interference on a number of fronts in my efforts to keep
things in balance, preventing the world from going totally topsy-turvy although
some might argue that would be a good thing.
I tend right now to disagree for the
simple reason that there are in fact a whole lot of good things going on all
around the world these days and it is just a question of engaging the rights tools, appealing to the right minded sort of people who haven’t
allowed their sequencing to be too badly interfered with almost impossible
though for any of us over age 3 to have not to
some extent let our formal education interfere with our learning.
Most if not everything I am writing these
days can in fact be understood by the vast majority of the masses, i.e. people
within say 12 standard deviation points of the average intelligence which has
people like Polie
Pollack and I perhaps at odds in terms of which one of us has 100
Intelligent Quotient points and which one has 101 IQ points.
Either way Mr. Pollack who I have yet to
meet enjoys making it round the TV Networks ad-infinitum as
much as I hate the game of golf
let alone such a boring game such as baseball
although I must say I do very much enjoy watching Marie’ ten-year-old
Jonathan as his pitching improves in no small measure thanks to his French
Canadian uncle whose tips not only have Jonathan throwing straighter but no
longer does he hold his elbow, soft-tissue
injuries something I know a little bit about although once a joint goes, what
else is there, wouldn’t you agree?.
Jonathan’s father happens to be an
assistant coach for his baseball team and a pathologist to boot. And few would
argue up until Jonathan’s uncle arrived on the scene the biggest
influence in his life as far as baseball is concerned even though I can still
throw a pretty mean ball.
Jonathan is though very much on his toes
in just about every[thing] he chooses to do and the previous weekend won a dance competition
prize no doubt taking after his mother. Although he also has her math and prose
skills he made mention just the other day of something that brought tears to my
eyes when he told his mother that when he grows up he would like to be
“an artist” for “I won’t ever get bored” to
mention little of Marie’s incredible athletic skills keeping Jonathan
constantly on the move as I step up the pace coming from behind, then on the
side, then right in your face, just the way rugby should be played.
Marie only gave up “touch
ruby” after I felt she was good enough to combine the game I try and play
every Sunday with some of the best players in the world, with full on tackle
rugby. Then we went on to soccer and when I almost decapitated her after
blasting a soccer ball directly at her throat from just 10 meters away she
decided that it wasn’t even safe to play me a game of chess.
The last time Jonathan and I played chess
Marie felt the need to comment, “I will bust your balls if you ever
demoralize my little boy again” [sic]. Now you should know that I have
never heard Marie ever use the word “balls”
let alone “demoralize” although her declaration signed “under
penalty of perjury” talks all about our moral values versus those of her
former husband and very infrequently does she curse although for the first time
I heard her use the word “fart” when blasting Jonathan the other
day with a “dough ball”.
Perhaps because she heard from Jonathan
that his father uses the “f” word on more than one occasion,
actually twice in one speech as best I recall telling us although I try not to
pay attention to anything I hear relating to JBS whose attorney will very
shortly be receiving a rather short briefing from me which I will possibly
blind copy you on along with a statistically valid sample representative of the
world’s population that still has me crowing that I-We have now at least
3 websites on track to be the most popular on The Internet, thanks in no small
measure to Mr. Hurst Esq. and his out of control client.
The E-mail
that I think you may have deleted can be accessed by clicking on to the
previous hyperlink.
Coming in to one of my emails is much like
starting to watch a movie from the middle but the hyperlinks allow you to go
back in time right to the beginning, at least when I was born, and forth & back again.
Suffice to say Jim is not the person
referred to in the email but he is the gentleman referenced in the E-mail I sent to the
principal of a local elementary school here in
It so happens that Marie and I have come
up with a revolutionary business model that will not only turn the
fashion-garment industry on its head but those who administer charities will
likely lose their positions as we go about insisting on transparency,
i.e. every single executive of every charity should provide both their tax
returns as well as their financial statements on an annual basis so much so
that once we have the second largest industry on the world on a solid
foundation then we can attack the biggest industry in the world, namely
government and of course I am not waiting for Cliffy Benn to join us in
promoting GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com et al before going after the head of
the +- 7th economy in the world, i.e. “Ho Chi Min Water”
Davis.
Cliff who I haven’t heard from in a
while despite being on my email list has spent his entire career in the
“schmutter” business although unlike me he didn’t exactly
grow up in it. He did, however, with some input from me marry one of my
mother’s top models whose mother happened to be the runner up in the Miss
World Competition back in 1958 when Penny Coelen, one of my mother’s not
all that great looking models won the event that first placed
Of course I not only love Penny Coelen I
happen to like her a lot even though my mother made very little money directly
from Penny becoming Queen of the world. In fact today I think Penny looks a
whole better than she did in this
photo where she was clearly freezing her buns off.
My hope is that people like Penny and
Cliff will eventually come around to my way of thinking at least in terms of
giving it their best shot to come up with a better solution [than] I have to balance things out just a little for those who have
toiled the most.
Playing the fool is not for the foolhardy
but it does allow one to get used to knocks to the forehead, lumps to avoid and
of course I once had mumps which when eventually properly diagnosed soon had me
on the right road to recovery which is one of the reasons I am keenly sensitive
to Jonathan’s elder sister who for many years suffered the effects of a
rather incompetent physician who failed to diagnose a simple urinary tract
infection [UTI].
To love someone means one has to
“trust & respect” the individual that can only come with time
and why it bothers me when I keep hearing that word especially coming out of
the mouths of parents who don’t have the foggiest notion of what it means
to really “love” someone, allowing them to be themselves while
providing them with “proper & adequate”
care and common sense guidance. And of course since her father is a physician
the incompetent pediatrician, in my opinion, was not fully brought to task.
I started several months ago on a
“love peace” [sic] that began I believe with the word
“Evolution” although the word “love” may have been
around much longer than the word “evolution”. One has to constantly
remember that I look at things in mostly mathematical terms, going back and
forth much like Quantum Mechanics, the forerunner of the Digital Age as in
10101 ad-infinitum.
So as we breakdown the word
“Evolution” we have the first 4 letters making up the word
“LOVE.” Then we have “UTI” followed by
“ON”. Now there is this old joke that I mentioned recently in one
of my emails about,
“How do you know when you are in
love?....When the person you are making love to taps you on the shoulder and
says, ‘You’re in love.’”
One of the things I have been trying to
prove to Jeffrey Krinsk, my one attorney-colleague, when we are not playing
“pong” is that God equals love in pure mathematical terms.
Suffice to say that to “no it u [must] evol.” [sic] and of course until you
are “love sick” you have cannot even begin to understand the mind
of God and why we should be ever so careful in introducing the concept of God
to young impressionable minds especially when these young minds believe their
biological parents to be nothing short of God.
More on this point perhaps for another
time assuming time remains on both our sides although I think I have done a
pretty good job of convincing Jeffrey Krinsk that I am on the side of the sun.
What is most important is that Marie and I
have come up with an economic model that I believe just about everyone on this
planet can buy into and GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com will help, in my opinion,
in a significant way to place all budget deficits back into the Black, where
it counts most, our schools.
As I mentioned in my earlier emails we are
having in a few minutes a little “workshop” where you and any of
your friends are invited. Better late then never right.
It is scheduled to [begin] at 4pm over at
Marie’s house but it will go on until the champagne stops flowing which I
gauge should last if say a 100 people show up until at least 4 PST tomorrow morning.
I have promised Marie that no more than 10 people will be in the kitchen-dining
room area at any one time.
Not that I would break even the spirit of
our agreement but there is an outside area which you can see by clicking on to www.sellnext.com where we can also enjoy
what’s left of the champagne and wine from our reception party that cost
us all of $200 which combined with the hard cost or should I say “sunk
costs” of marriage amounted to a whopping $300 + of course wear and tear
on the Mini Cooper S.
Had Jonathan not wanted to come along we
probably would have gone downtown on the Ducati ST4S which though consumes 50%
more gas and that is when cruising at 80MPH which is like saying the Space
Shuttle is economical once it reaches zero gravity.
We are starting early in order to
accommodate the kids who in fact will be doing most of the “work”
although it is fun fun fun + dollars and cents galore.
I am someone who watches his pennies
making much ado about our entire wedding celebration and of course I only paid
half having Marie sign the check in the presence of both her son as well as the
marriage commissioner who will confirm even if the wedding
photos show us a little awkward to have been one of the happiest couples she
has seen getting married made all the more special by the presence of Joe.
Try calling the house right now at
1-858-755-3914 or you can reach me on my cell 1-858-SEL-NEXT or try
Marie’s 1-858-WIL-NEXT in the event you think this is all made up never
thought to forget www.NextraTerrestrial.com
nor for that matter www.footsak.com which
combined with GrubbyGrub and GirlieGarb.com remain on track to be the number
1,2,3,4+=10 websites on the planet.
As I told an agent of the FBI
to gain entry you must just come dressed “to kill.” It
is unlikely that Kathryn Murray et al will stop by including possibly her
attempts to lasso in the forest rangers who I bet have yet to catch her gun
totting, drug cultivating-harvesting-distributing English boy toy.
I had told everyone who came not to bring
anything other than good spirits but in the event you want to bring along say
some home baked cookies and don’t have a good recipe may I suggest you
contact Dr. John Pollard who has the most incredible recipe.
I should also make mention once again that
John Pollard is no relations to the Israeli-spy Jonathan Pollard who I once
wrote about ad-nausea causing mostly my Jewish friends and family to want to
throw up while shaking some of my Roman Catholic friends to the point that they
sought sanctuary lighting candles, Roman Candles to boot especially those like
King Golden who were intimately familiar with the fiddling of altar boys going
back to the 50s and 60s and chose when their God, the dishonorable Bill Clinton
had his chance to rise and shine to sit on their hands but thought nothing of
interfering in my business activities let alone my personal interests when
taking the likes of the pathetic, over-controlling Dr. John Ben Stewart
“to task” on rather basic issues.
One other point I have already mentioned
in my email just the other day to my new managers at Ccrest pertains to the speed at which Mr. Gary Glass
responded to my knuckleball by deciding to lay low, do the right thing and get
up to speed in meeting his financial obligations to his former wife and my
great friend Lynne Bentel.
Now he too will be invited to attend our
gathering this evening assuming he like others around the world stayed glued to
their computer screens waiting for my next set of volley balls blah
blah although I might have to still send him a follow up email just to keep
Gary Glass on the straight and narrow.
The method to my madness is today quite
evident but best of all I think everyone will eventually join forces with Marie
et al as they go about “cookie cutting” GrubbyGrub and
GirlieGarb.com et al back and forth, expanding their circle of influence
allowing me the time to get back in to shape to scrimmage with the best of the
best.
As I have mentioned several times in my
previous writings, Dr. Michael
Moshal was an infectious disease specialist who undoubtedly saved my life
back in 1980 when I came down with a virus that no one was really able to
diagnose let alone treat. Within a matter of hours of him telling me that I
would begin to feel better, “back on your feet doing what you do
best” he was diagnosed with lung cancer never having smoked [a] cigarette in his life.
He died in October of 1981 just 8 months
after sending me that letter. He was all of 45 years old. His father Dr. Barney
Moshal was my father’s family’s personal physician and was
responsible for turning a “blind eye” to my father’s asthma
which should have prevented Bernard Nathan Gevisser from becoming a
fighter-pilot let alone a fighter-bomber-pilot and one of the best although to
this day he would be hard pressed to acknowledge that he was anything but
“good.”
There are times when the truth is not
always in the best interests of the people and every so often special people
come along like Dr. Barney Moshal and his son Michael whose eldest son despite
a physician with two specialties chose to become a computer wizard with a touch
just like those who came before him connected by links known as DNA with each
one of us being nothing short of messengers and make no mistake I mean it this
time when I say my email messages will get shorter.
Scienter,
culpable state of mind, comes from the word “science” which like
the word “Professional” comes from the word “Professor”
which means “to teach” and as I have learned from perhaps the
greatest professor I have known, Sebastian
Capella, often when one starts to “make a living” associated
with being a professional one very often loses the ability “to
teach”.
There are many paths I could have taken in
my relatively short career but I chose in the end the pursuit of happiness
which is not just “part & parcel” of being “rich”
but everything about being truthful to the best of one’s ability, knowing
most of all the difference between good and bad that doesn’t need to go
beyond a proper comprehension of the 10 Commandments and not some fukukta
Rabbis or priests interpretation, baring in mind the need to treat one’s
neighbor children as you would want them “tTOo” [sic] treat your own and of
course there is the need to play hard which comes from having done an honest
days work which means one does need to get a little bit of schooling such as
understanding the make
up of a balance sheet which should take 13 year old boy or an equally
mature 12 year old girl all of 30 seconds to master give or take two minutes.
To each his own and although we should at
some point dispense with the need to bear arms, eradicating even the thoughts
of chopping off someone’s legs below the knees we should revisit stuff
like Mathew 5.5 reading it at least from the bottom up as in
THE MEEK WITH TEETH SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH.
Some of us are born with certain gifts,
call it simply sensitivities, but it takes each one of us working together to
make the waves function endlessly, that each and every one of us is part of
God’s plan, that we must at some point unite including folks like Sammy
Haim, JBS, George Hurst, King Golden, Kathy Murray, Newell Starks, Russell
Knight et al never to forget the Democratic Party bigwigs who rigged the recent
Californian Gubernatorial elections who in total represent an infinitesimally
small percentage of the good, hard working people throughout this planet who
are not only in tune with the heart beat of this universe but practice quietly
to themselves so as not to miss a heartbeat which is all that separates each
and everyone one of us from our maker; just that little jerk we sometimes get
as we fall asleep letting us know that there is more to what goes on around us
than the voice we often hear coming from the back of our head, our conscience
which dissipates the older we get and more detached to our beginnings and the
more attached to quantifiable possessions.
If the shit heads named above and of
course in time I will add Ronald “The Finagle King”
Perelman’s name along with Warren “BO” Buffet who like the
others if they don’t get their shit together will return first as beetles
pushing dung up hills, before evolving in to say to ants, to be eaten by those
higher up on the food chain the anteaters who have proven themselves worthy to
snort more than cocaine when they were once human beings and so on and so
forth.
So back to not coming totally empty handed
which is still far better than approaching me with a loaded gun.
Love,
From: Tracy Fried
Sent:
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re:
On
Hi Gary,
My apologies I had deleted the previous emails as I was unfamiliar with who was
sending them (being that I had not read this one first). If you would be so
kind as to resend them then I will read them. I have been out of the
office the past couple of days – putting on a College event for the first
time to expose foster youth to higher education opportunities – thus,
this is the first opportunity all week to sit quietly in my office and catch
up.
It is very kind of you to think to invite me to join you and Marie, and
your friends in honoring your marriage. My friend, Eva is out
of town but thank you for including her to visit. Did I miss the
opportunity to join you, Marie, and your friends? If the invitation is for this
evening then I would be happy to come by following an early fundraiser dinner
for the Child Abuse Prevention Foundation. I would truly enjoy the
opportunity to meet new friends. Thus, please email me if the invite is for
tonight.
That is very kind of you to think to include Jim – which I assume is
a good friend of yours who may not be involved with someone – even if he
doesn’t have a cute dog – I do :-) Who is Jim? I assume
Jim is not the friend you were with that evening who was speaking of what
appeared to be an unhealthy or unhappy relationship?
