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In this issue, take a look at work-life balance on the flipside.
Welcome to a new year, a new issue of LATTICE – and something of a perspective shift across the board.
We’re hearing quite a bit about change these days, from personal resolutions to primary races; and frankly, things here at The Lattice Group are no different. Our executive managerial team has uprooted from NYC and made its way to Europe; even more imminently, I myself will utterly abandon my former 9-5 office existence for the beachside bliss of yoga teacher training in Mexico; and our contributing authors in this issue seem to be similarly, fittingly, removed from the conventional workplace... |
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Lucas Kavner I moved to New York with nothing in my pockets but dreams. I was going to act or write. Or play music. Or something. In retrospect, maybe I should have had more in my pockets; maybe a fountain pen, a little change, and a map of the MTA lines. Actually, come to think of it, some money to go along with those dreams would have been nice; my pockets would have appreciated it. Foolishly, I had somehow neglected the fact that New York City is hilariously expensive. |
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Ken Chitwood There is nothing better than getting up early in the morning, driving out through the countryside, popping on a pair of gum boots, and getting to work on the farm with cows, pigs, and sheep. I have been blessed with the ability to do this about once a week since arriving in New Zealand five months ago. I’ve always wanted to learn about farming; and when I found out I would be working in New Zealand, an agricultural kingpin where there are twelve sheep to every one person, I practically salivated at the opportunity. |
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Elizabeth Geballe There was a moment this summer when I’d finally worked up the courage to print my resume, walk it down to my neighborhood bookstore, and offer it to the man at the counter. As I was about to leave, resume in hand, I made a quick but sincere confession to my mother: “I’m scared.” “Why?” “Well, I don’t know. I don’t really have any skills.” |
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Jack Moxon As a member of a generation characterized by a deluge of competing information, skepticism, doubt, cynicism, and moral confusion, I have always taken great comfort in knowing that there was always a light in the darkness, a proverbial voice crying out in the wilderness: that of the late Rick James. If your first impulse is to point out that Mr. James (though admittedly one of the great minds of the 20th Century) is not technically a member of our generation, I would be obliged to counter that neither are Gandhi nor Mother Theresa. In the 80's, as most of us were being born, the aforementioned addled sage teamed up with the equally prolific Eddie Murphy to create the pop sensation "Party All the Time." It is a tragic tale of a man whose girl, as the chorus so heartbreakingly conveys, "wants to party all the time." Substitute the word "girl" for "generation" (the bard always did possess such a subtle skill for metaphor) and one arrives at a profoundly apt anthem for our time. |
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