It seems almost every design position I’ve held sooner-or-later devolves into a daily routine of mere production. I’ve long been fascinated by the idea of working in a think tank — brainstorming, concepting, researching, designing, developing and directing all-the-live-long-day. In terms of my career, this mythic employ must be my Eden, my Elysian Fields, my Shangri-la, my Nirvana. I wonder: does the person find the think tank, or does the think tank find the person?