The metaphor is that we're filling someone's bowl - and stomach - with the funds gathered from this event.

This team was a group of diehards who worked hard. We wanted to do it again.

People expect to find an array of really delicious food. They also come expecting to find that one perfect bowl that fits their personality. People spend a long time searching for 'their' bowls.

We like to help people get a good start-off.

Luckily we have been pretty good because we were able to start them off in the sixth grade.

I always thought of it like you said, that all the strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships sink, or maybe we’re grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is alive. We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings, then you’re imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose the grass, you’re saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to understand one another but to become one another. The metaphors have implications. Do you know what I mean?