Today is Day 3 of our Design Thinking process here in California. Basically, the idea behind this process is that we’re supposed to be extremely innovative, extremely fast—and ultimately prototype new products.
Mentally, it’s exhausting. And it’s seriously all over the place. I actually interviewed one guy who told me that he believed that Tupac and Biggie Smalls were resurrected and even stronger now in the afterlife because of the embalming fluid shot into their veins. The rest of the team keeps dismissing that interview as worthless, but I definitely found it to be the most enlightening.
Anyway, while it’s been totally draining, it’s also been a ton of fun. The people I’m working with are all crazy smart and creative. We’ve gotten to be out some in the ridiculously nice Southern California weather. And, most importantly, they’ve fed us exceedingly well (see cheese photo). Next week in the office, when no one feeding me cheese and educating me about the after lives of dead rappers, life is going to feel a little boring.
This week for work I’m in Calabasas, California. If you’ve heard of it, it’s likely that you keep up with the Kardashians—because every single person I’ve told I was going here has said, “Oh, where the Kardashians live.” Or, my personal favorite, “That’s Kardashian Kountry.”
The work I’m doing here couldn’t have less to do with Kim and her crew (krew?). But for the next few days I’ll be part of Design Thinking sessions that include interviewing random people on the street. The population of Calabasas is less than 25k. I think my odds of my “man on the street” having the last name Kardashian are pretty high, right? Here’s hoping.
Last spring I was on a trip in California with friends and we stopped in Long Beach for a few hours. Our friend Danny lives there with her sweet family and so we took advantage of a free afternoon to stop by for hugs, a tour of town, and the most ridiculously amazing creamy cilantro dip I’ve ever eaten at a place called Lola’s.
So really, while southern California is certainly alluring for its sunny days and beautiful beaches, my main reason for having any interest in looking at real estate there is that dip. I would like to decrease the distance between me and that cilantro dip by about 2,800 miles. Which is why my fantasy house for today is this all-white dream in Long Beach.
It has a sliding glass wall, a yard filled with fruit trees, views of the San Gabriel Mountains, an outdoor shower, and it’s just a quick trip down the road to the world’s greatest cilantro dip (which, weirdly, they didn’t include in the listing). I’m sold. Now I just need $1.9 million and we’ll be set.