To All CYRX Shareholders, (Special Emphasis to Mr. Cryoport)
In his post #2312, Mr. Cryoport stated that he had “Just got back from western Mass visiting BMAN. Unfortunately he had a relapse. He was mumbling something about price and volume, they've got him pretty doped up.
I asked the Nurse did you see his falcon. She told me no. The nurse told me when they found him, he was wearing an Elvis outfit with a half eaten grilled peanut butter and banana sandwich in his pocket.”
There is a portion of Mr. Cryoport’s message above that is, indeed, true. Yes, Mr. Cryoport did visit me in Western Mass. He had contacted me a few weeks ago after I told him, in a public message (#2243) on this board, that he had insulted me when he talked about running far far away from CryoPort stock shares if the company did not come up with something substantive very soon.
(In that message I told all of you to note that he did not say to “head for the hills”, which I did and which is where I, indeed, live. Rather, he explicitly stated that people should run “far far away” if no significant announcements emanate from the company in the near future. If you care enough, then take the time to think about the world of difference between the meaning and implications of the phrase “run far far away” and the cognitive, directive concept represented by the action of “heading for the hills” (again, which I consciously chose to do and which is now where I live) . In short order you will understand that the difference here is huge and, upon further contemplation, you will most probably understand and agree with my feelings of personal insult that Mr. Cryoport’s backhanded comment elicited. [Coach: I strongly suggest you stop reading this particular post here. It gets deep, somewhat intellectual, a bit psychological and…....well…….in all honesty, it’s just not your kind a’ deal.])
Subsequent to my public post (#2243), Mr. Cryoport and I had some e-mail “conversations”. I informed him that I was going to be in Western Mass. this past week, visiting friends at the institute for mental rehabilitation and restoration, where I used to live. Mr. Cryoport informed me that he was going to be flying to New Jersey on March 22 and that he would first come to Western Mass. to spend some time with me and my friends. He did this and I appreciate his concern and his efforts towards reconciliation. During the three days that he stayed with me, at the guest quarters for visitors of patients at the institute, we talked about a number of important subjects and we reached an understanding.
Now, let us discuss some facts and then some business. I was at the institute to visit friends whom I care about. (Or, as Winston Churchill would have said, “…to visit friends about whom I care.”) These dear people have cryogenic personalities and I feel their pain. It is difficult for me to see smart, educated, creative people sit in front of a window, day after day, only to stare at the world outside with tears in their eyes and a gaze blank and pitiless as the sun.
While there last week, I also had a few therapeutic sessions with some of the doctors who had treated me in the past for my condition. (Contrary to coach’s assumption (#2311) that I am bipolar and have to receive, what he calls, “meds” from someone named “PB” (Does this stand for ”Pill Broker”?), I was at the institute primarily because I have a tendency to continuously dwell on certain aspects of things and tend to become distracted from what some might call “the big picture”. I have often thought to myself that my inability to pull away from minutia is one reason why I am such a good match with my dear falcon, Spiro. We understand each other: He sees the forest. I see the trees. Together we contemplate, evaluate and usually discover truth in whatever subject matter is at hand.)
After my sessions with some of the doctors, I was somewhat distracted and taken aback with a few of the breakthroughs that these sessions produced. I was in a zone, wherein my consciousness had transcended the immediate present and had proceeded to enter that certain realm that I had, in the past, assumed to be available only to Spiro. To Mr. Cryoport, I might have seemed “doped up”, as he incorrectly stated in his post. (For the record, I take no medicines of any kind. “Doping” is not my modus operandi. Information and discovery is what I thrive on and is what I pursue.)
My “mumbling something about price and volume” was not mumbling at all. I told Mr. Cryoport that I was buying big time last week and that the price and volume were interesting to me. I explicitly stated to him my belief that Spiro’s ruffling of feathers in the past two weeks and his panic-stricken seizure at the party two Friday nights ago (post #2262) were indicative to me that surely some revelation is at hand. I bought big time last week, I shall buy more this week. I shall take the advice of the very honest and very experienced investment counselors and bankers, who are my neighbors on Banker Hill, to purchase more shares of ‘Port (their expression) in the very immediate future. I find this simple and straightforward and don’t exactly understand Mr. Cryoport’s version of what he thought had occurred during our visit.
“I asked the Nurse did you see his falcon. She told me no.” This part of Mr. Cryoport’s message is true and factually correct. . I did leave Spiro at home. He is probably sitting in a big pine tree, as we speak, looking out over Eden Valley and contemplating what he sees below. My guess is that he is also in a type of “zone” and that we will have lots to talk about when I return to the hills tomorrow.
I left Spiro at home because (1) I didn’t want him to distract my cryogenic friends from the substance of my visit and (2) I always want to make sure that Spiro remains the supreme predator that he is and that he does not become dependent on my rewards for good behavior, which usually consist of rib-eye or something similar.
“The nurse told me when they found him, he was wearing an Elvis outfit with a half eaten grilled peanut butter and banana sandwich in his pocket.” This is cute and proves that Mr. Cryoport has a budding sense of humour. The word “him” in Mr. Cryoport’s sentence is a pronoun which refers to Spiro, not me. In other words, according to Mr. “C” (banker talk, again), Spiro was last seen “wearing an Elvis outfit with a half-eaten grilled peanut butter and banana sandwich in his pocket.” This is cute. I like the imagery and I like his writing. As for Spiro, trust me that, when he is with me, he wears a leather hood over his head with no pockets, no Elvis outfits and no peanut butter and banana sandwiches.
The remainder of Mr. Cryoport’s message is very interesting but some of it eludes me. He says that “the falcon has all the answers. …. Dressed like Elvis, peanut butter and banana grill sandwich, Memphis!” Is there someone named Memphis who is dressed like Elvis with a peanut butter and a banana grill sandwich? I am lost. I don’t get it. There is something to what Mr. “C” is talking about here, but I don’t see it yet.
If Mr. Cryoport is talking about the city of Memphis, then how can Spiro be so similar to a city? Memphis is a city and Spiro is a magnificent creature, the ultimate predator, the ruler of his world. What is there in Memphis that “rules its world”? What great force in our civilization is based in Memphis? What is from Memphis that can change some facet of how the world works or how the world conducts some aspect of its business? It certainly isn’t Graceland.
I am the first to admit that I am lost at this moment. All I can say now is that, during part of our conversation, I was driving Mr. “C” back to the regional airport in North Hampton so that he could catch a commuter jet to his destination in New Jersey. There was intermittent noise from the planes and I didn’t hear everything that he said. I caught a piece of a phrase about lunch or dinner with his ex-wife, but I didn’t pursue it because I don’t know Mr. “C” that well.
I thought about it later. Why would he tell me that he “fed his ex”, or something that sounded like that? Why is a “fed ex” important to me and why is it my business? Strange guy, this Mr. Cryoport. Makes you wonder who his friends are and whether or not a few months at the institute might also do him some good.
AI
