I began reading "The Rise of the Creative Class" this weekend. You may imagine that most of my conversations in the past few days were centered around these new ideologies of what cultivates a creative culture.

As a group of friends and I were enjoying iced coffee at Starbucks, conversation went in the direction of differing cultures and the social implications that follow. From the American perspective to a New Zealand perspective. From an Irish to an Australian's view. Then to a collective sigh as we agreed that, either way, it's a Western thought process ... privileged with an opportunity to dream (unlike many of our Eastern neighbors).

Hmmm. Pretty deep for an afternoon break at the Bucks. But I have to admit it was even more quenching than my tasty beverage.

The conversation continued to morph into a spastic exchange of stories of an emerging class of creatives that are bringing innovation to all ends of the earth. After a few minutes of excitement and lessons in history, my ability to understand the information dwindled. And then I realized something incredible. I was having coffee with four individuals, who are my age, from different countries.

Although their dialect became more difficult to understand as the conversation became more intense, I knew we were all speaking the same language.

We all have a story. We've traveled far and wide to be a part of the synergy taking place in L.A. And we all have a vision to contribute something unique to make the world better ... one nation at a time.

Did I mention how much I love L.A.?