From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Friday, May 09, 2003 4:16 PM
To: Tracy Fried
Cc: rest
Subject: RE:

 

 

Tracy, hello to you. I apologize for the delay in getting back to you but I have been hard at work ever since I got married which is not to say that I am putting in more than my 3 hours per day I allow myself to sit in front of the computer and type.

 

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 Del Mar back on March 17th. A guest at our wedding reception commented words to the effect that when you have the teachers and the principals not in favor of something then you know you have a winner on your hands as long as whatever it is you are doing continues to bother the parents just a little.

 

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 South Africa on the world stage.

 

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,

 

Gary

 

 

 


From: Tracy Fried
Sent:
Friday, May 02, 2003 12:10 PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re:

 

On 4/30/03 6:08 PM, "Gary S. Gevisser" <gsg@sellnext.com> wrote:



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?

Tracy