I like this story of Tom Waits driving in his car on the freeway, when suddenly a divine inspiration hits him with the melody of the best song ever to be written. He cries to the Heavens “oh God why now, not now, don’t you see I’m driving? I can’t write down the melody anywhere. Go to Leonard Cohen. He probably got time.”
I may have come up with jokes while driving before. I have definitely never written a good joke at a desk. Divine inspiration doesn’t like office atmospheres. I write them in bed, in the car like Waits, on the bus like Eminem in 8Mile. And mostly walking. Never go on a hike without a cane, a pen and a piece of paper! I have heard of companies, that made the Mittagsspaziergang mandatory.
Have I worked at a desk? Oh yes! Brooding over a joke, elaborating it, re-rewriting it and finally casting it into the trash bin marked „why did I even think this was funny“? Multiple times. Pedanticus, the God of accuracy and persnicketiness, inhales office air. There is a reason why administrations don’t have ball baths and pin pong tables. Files would vanish and reference numbers smudge. Where is file No. 84692? Eh, somewhere stuck between the lounge seats.
So if walking doesn’t keep the mind going, why not rent a creative office at a gas station or a boxing range? Yes, those exists. And I met the people, who rent them out. Two weeks ago, I got to know the Berlin start-up spacebase, specialized in renting out office spaces – ordinary and not so ordinary. And I hosted their networking event “Club der Office Visionäre” in Hamburg. Thank you for a fun, interesting and tasty evening. Here are some impressions: