I’m not sure how many people go beyond using the search tools and maps and earth and docs and gmail, but have you ever read about Google? I mean, read articles about the coolness of Google? I get that some people hate “mainstream” entities because they are the monopolizers of our creativity and leave no room for small business….blah blah blah. Only hipsters and closed minded people think like this.
If you have ever read about Google, you know that the reason they are number one in the world of business is because they invest in the happiness of their employees. Tony Hsieh of Zappos surely read something about Google when he started his vision quest for an online shoe retailer to end all shoe retailers. In doing so, he became the coolest shoe dude there is, trumping Lebron and Kobe (besides, neither of these guys is Jordan). Tony started a happy company and I would bet that he learned a thing or two from Google.
I have read a ton of articles on Google. Everything from their earnings reports to blogs about Groupon turning down their $6 billion buyout proposal. Must be nice to turn down $6 Billy. The one thing that always stuck out to me was the fact that Google bred creativity. I don’t mean, Googlers (that’s what they are called inside the Google-talk) standing up on a pedestal and preaching to the masses about how to be creative. I mean that they actual breed a culture in which it is IMPOSSIBLE to not create! I have seen a couple of pictures of the inside of the “campus” before but never dreamed I would get to walk through the golden arches, shit I got MickyD’s on the mind, I mean those pearly gates to a heaven of creative powerhouses. Well folks, today I did just that and it was everything I dreamed it could be. You know how I know that it was everything that I ever dreamed it could be? Because there was a laminated painting of Michael Jackson set in an 1800’s ballroom on a table in a microkitchen (tiny kitchen with all the necessary amenities). MJ in white opened button down, black gloves and hair blowing in the wind. The people around him in puffy ballroom garb and top hats. (UPDATE! See below – Thanks CL)When I walked through the doors from the elevator, I was greeted by a gingerbread house made of cardboard that served as the reception desk. This was complete with snowmen riding Razors who had badges and hipster glasses on. Typical New York Snowmen. Just as the icon of Google changes online most days, so does the decor of the company. As we crossed into the badged areas, I immediately became a kid again. I mean they have a Lego room where you can have a meeting while building something out of Legos! WHAT? A working erector(ha)set ferris wheel that stands at almost eye level. Tables and comfy chairs riddle the landscape of halls, meeting rooms, and open office space as far as the eye can see. I mean this literally too because Google takes up several floors of a building that is one city block large. They ride Razors around inside because there is so much area to cover (now if I can get them to buy in on some Bustin Boards Longboards. I happen to know the owners…).
Everything about this place screams “THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX! DO SOMETHING THAT HAS NEVER BEEN DONE! CREATE!” The walls are littered with interesting murals, paintings, Google adaptations, story boards of new products/ideas. The insides of office spaces are personalized. There are funny quotes, drawings, pictures, posters all over and you can sense what each person is about and what fuels them by looking around their area. It’s a hyper-creative atmosphere that just got my heart pumping. It’s EXACTLY where I would want to work. Let me rephrase that, it’s EXACTLY how I want my business’s environment to be. No 9-5, no cubicles, no over watch. Just open, free air workspaces filled with what each person in the team needs to be creative AND all the tools imaginable to make those ideas come to life. Read more…
After a heavy night of fun showing Brian how crazy Jersey shore can be, I woke up to a rainy overcast day BUT we finally had waves. Chris rolled out earlier than I did to get in as many as possible but I had to stay behind to finish up some homework. Being responsible sucks sometimes but I have to keep up this GPA.
Finished rocking out some management and grabbed the al merrick longboard from atop the fridge. Cruised up to the beach and I was feeling like this day was going to shape up to be a good one. I did some pretty heavy stretching, watched a couple sets roll in, timed my entry and paddled this bad boy out. Everyone else was in wet suits, but Chris, Brent and I were just braving the elements without protection.
We conducted the first official “board” meeting of the day and each paddled into the coming wave. As luck would have it, both Chris and I caught it. I greeted him with a “hi Chris”, he let loose a “Heyo!” and we laughed all the way down the wave. My feeling was right. This was going to bea good day, but I didnt know this was shaping up to be something I would remember for a lifetime. One for one on waves. Nice.
Sitting on the board Just past the break and talking with your boys has got to be one of the best things in the world. Its relaxing to just hang in the water, cut up with some jokes, drop in when the time is right and repeat. To make it even better, it started to rain. I mean we are already wet so it really didnt matter but it turned the scene into something truly memorable. Rain sprinkling down in large drops causing the ocean to bubble and ripple all while watching the local shredders drop into some of the most consistant waves of the summer thus far.
It was something I will def remember for a long time. Overcast days can be amazing as long as you’re sitting on your board and paddling in when the time’s right. This day reminded me what it was like to actually surf. Something I hadnt experienced since Oahu 2006 with my DLI crew. To paddle into a wave, the feel the of the ocean pull you into its swell, to push up on the board, center your feet and turn into this amazing force of nature is utterly captivating. I am by no means a good surfer, but I paddled into 9 waves and stood up on 6, that’s 66.7% or two thirds of my time spent standing up on waves. Im proud of me on this day. Today was definitely a highlight of the summer and I’m hoping there are many more days like this before winter creeps in.
I called it quits only after my shoulders were burning and when I could not feel my purple, shaking hands anymore. I was once again, proud. I dragged the board back to 227 2nd ave, rinsed it off and then proceeded with my own rinsing. Another true highlight of the day. One of the msot simple of pleasures and I revel in this every day that I am here in ‘Squan, the outdoor shower. Its still overcast, its still raining large, cold drops on my head, but this is all intermixed with the heat of a steamy shower outdoors. No fogged up mirrors. Steamy, muggy, rainforest like shower. No, this is the cool breeze blowing through the wooden planks of the shower installment. A view of the cloudy skies as it drips air cooled drops on my face. Some soap and a sigh of relaxation. This is a tiny slice of heaven on earth. No matter where I decide to finally lay the foundation of my life, I feel that one necessity, one simple pleasure that I must have, is an outdoor shower.
The only phrase that keeps coming to mind is “today was a good day.” I think Ice Cube might be the rapper for the summer if only for the fact that he penned the gangsta anthem, “today was a good day”. I’m bringing that back as the official summer jam of 2010 for me. Official. Thanks Mr. Cube for your lyrical prowace and for scribing a song that still holds true two decades later.
Sent from the streets…
Every time I think this phrase, I cant help but let my mind wander back to the days when I was a little OG back in Compton. The Streets is hot and my boy Ice Cube was on the prowl in his lowrider Impala hitting switches while rolling by the bacon. That, my friends, was a good day.
And so was today. It started out slow as molasses and I thought that I might go insane with sitting on the couch and finishing homework. That all changed though when I got an email invite to a casting call for suit designer Joseph Abboud. Now I dont know this guy from Adam, that’s a Bible reference, but his suits are pretty legit from what I have seen. Either way, I skated out to 650 Fifth Ave at 52nd and took the elevator up to the 27th floor. I felt like a baller bc this place was pristine. Luckily I think ahead because the humidity today was up there. I swapped out a sweaty for a freshy and strutted into the showroom with my board in tow. Read more…