Helicopter commuting

I looked out my window this morning to see a helicopter fly along the coast of the lake, in my mind ferrying some executive from Geneva to perhaps Vevey where Nestlé has its global HQ. It made me wonder: Do CEOs who commute by helicopter step onto the helipad every morning and think "how awesome is this ?!" If not, they should.

Little things that make a better day #4

Taking something apart, putting it back together, and discovering that it still works!

I just saved myself about USD500 worth of BMW workshop time, by dismantling my steeringwheel and cleaning a few bits of circuitry to fix my gearchange. To my intense satisfaction, upon re-assembling everything, it all worked again!!

I must qualify this by stating that i am not known for my DYI skills. Indeed I am well known among my more practical friends as being incapable of measuring the floor of a completely square room for carpeting. the result was room with half as much carpeting as was actually required. Since then, not a lot of faith in my engineering skills from my buddies...

Little things that make a day better #3

Ice Cream. Glorious, creamy, tasty, ice cream.

Little things that make a better day #2

Owning an awesome car.

If you are even remotely like me, you get the idea of having a really awesome car. For me that car has, since I got my license in 1999, a BMW M3. Today, knowing that I have just that car parked in my garage makes every day a little better. Even given the draconian use of speed and intersection cameras in this country, there are roads, where you can, for the briefest of moments, let the engine take all 8000 revs and forget about anything that might have troubled you as you listen to the sweet, sweet music of the finest straight six ever built.

It's a little thing that makes a better day.

Little things that make a better day #1

A real, handmade, honest to goodness burger in a place you didn't expect it.

Having moved to Switzerland, a country known mostly for cuisine based purely on melted cheese, I was braced to only enjoy a decent burger whenever I made my way stateside or back to Copenhagen.

Lo and behold, a real burger arrived in Lausanne.

Once a week, I'll make it my lunch break outing. A brisk walk to Holy Cow, where the owner and crew slave over a huge hotplate in a tiny kitchen to turn out some of the best burgers I've had in a long time.

It's the little thing that makes a better day.