Deified Blonde Stereotype

Just read that the English Magazine Harper's Bazaar tops brunettes as the most beautiful. What is the world coming to? At least blondes still have the most fun despite the defiance of age and worldly opinion.

Continuous Reinvention

My desire to reinvent myself every 3-4 years is partially a result of my very esoteric and excentric genetic predisposition. But it's also the result of getting educated beyond my intellect and reading too much. Especially about german philosophers and renegade losers turned authors turned dead. When my buddies at b-school dived deeper into the abyss of financial economics, my choice was always sideways. I took random courses in pre-doctorate Theory of Science as well as Art History and Japanese. Konichiwa Watakushi-wa Per, desu.

The desire to become a modern Renaissance Man has always lured under this handsome precense. It still does, but it takes at least a few years to get a positive ROI on any investment of new skills. So while everyone is thinking of building equity in real estate I'm always focused on how to grow my mental estate. It all goes back to what you'd like to leave as your life's legacy. Use your mind but follow your heart.

We Are Born Into Originality But Die As Pale Copies

Why do people hold back? I mean, you got a few seconds in the space of history to make your mark. Why be pale, why convert into cautiousness, why be so god damn boring. Everyone seems to be escaping originality to fit in, to not rock the boat, to secure the american dream (house, SUV and 1.8 kids).

I'd say: Don't hold back. Shine as the brightest star cause you never know when the light will disappear. Today a superstar, tomorrow a shooting star that fizzled out.

Suckered Into Dieting

I never thought I would put myself on a diet. But sadly I have, since last Sunday. It's not the loose-weight-diet but the get-toned-and-get-energized diet. I've sadly realized - the second realization this week w/o any positive prefix - that I'm middle age. People say that 40 is the new 30 but w/o any boob, butt or tummy tuck it's nothing but hogwash. And if I'm going to spend $50 grand on anything it will be on a silver metallic 993 Porsche Carrera.

The diet is based on eating less but more often, stay away from going for seconds and cutting down on the wine - for lunch. Ah, right - also cutting the carbs, more veggies, working out and bla bla bla. Well, this is the third day and I'm realizing that I'm getting grumpy if I cannot feast on a great roasted chicken in cream with basmati rice and two glasses of wine.

The psycho in me bought Billy Blanks "GetBootCamp" with 3 DVD's and elastic bands for $39.95 last Sunday. The missus couldn't believe that I bought something from a TV commercial. But I like the guy and I've tried Thai-Bo, Boxercise or whatever you like to call it and it whips you into shape in notime - if it doesn't kill you that is. So watch out, I'm wearing speedos this summer.

James Bond Wears Speedos

The hypocrisy and prudeness of the american beach couture is beyond cultural comprehension. Women can wear the skimpiest suits, flaunt their fake boobies and butts while us men - especially the statuesque scandinavian man - are forced to be confined in a pair of baggy (?) knee-length shorts.

The general opinion is that speedos on a man (?) is gross, perverse and unethical. There is some kind of acceptance and understanding IF the man got a sixpack and is endowed like a horse (if you ask anonymous women). I strongly beg to differ. I politely decide to agree to disagree. I do not concur.

Speedos are classy, comfortable and the perfect beachwear. It reminds me of the summers in the 70's when men and women were allowed to look fabulous in whatever location and color. Speedos spells glamour, champagne and lazy beach days.

It's in culturally difficult moments like this when I feel really proud and lucky to be European. Cause that's the only thing you need to convey while cruzing the american beach in your black panther speedos, I'm European. You are not going to be accepted or forgiven but at least not thrown in jail. Yet.

I Love Vacations

I found the latest issue from Conde Nast Traveler in our mailbox when I came back from a day of hard work today. Just looking at the cover made me realize how much I love vacations. The plugs wrote: "Feel-Good Europe", "Ultimate Guide to Mexico's Coolest Coast" and "Australia - New Outback Adventures". Man, they really know how to sucker you back into you last fantastic vacation and rightfully so.

I go directly to the story about California Baja - the REAL Southern California - and wish I could back - now. I find a couple of new resorts and start researching their locations, amenities and availability.

People say that Baja is too hot, too unfriendly during the summer. I say: No way, it's paradise on earth any time of year (maybe not September). If I got to pick between being filthy rich in Cleveland or dirt poor in Baja I'd pick the latter in no time. Just sitting under a Palm tree with a glass of tequila and the missus beats everything I've seen so far in this world.

The Answer Is Always In The Question

Holy Toledo, I thought when I entered the office for the first time in three months. I had hit the road early, avoided abrasive SUV's and trucks playing Desert Storm / Nascar and seen the sun rise on the drive to the office.

I was kickin' back, listenin' to Black Eyed Peas and Bebel Gilberto and acted every inch of a former gentleman of leisure. Even when the big ugly, pale redneck tried to crush my car with his Ford "Built Tough" F-250. Oh, yesiree Billy Bob! With God as my witness...

Anywho, it felt good to get back to the action. You cannot keep a cowboy away from the... ergh... cows? Hmm, I mean action, speed, adrenalin, testosterone. Yeah, I was happy being back, just as in the old days, getting to the office before 7am, grabbing a cup of java and starting the day in style and fury.

Waking up in the morning and looking forward to getting to the office is the true meaning of work. I don't care if the office is a shack in Nevada that sells Coca-Cola and Doritos, if it's McKinsey & Co in London or a Hi-Tech firm in Silicon Valley - it's all about the feeling / passion you have for what you do. The impact and impression you make on the world.

Career paths? Ba-humbug! It's all about feeling the love, hugging your collegues and having a load of fun. Because before you know it you are gonna be 80 years old and what you then feel about your life better be damn good!