pugetive / Todd Gehman

This restaurant is called Silence-Heart-Nest. That is its actual name. The food at this restaurant – deliciously vegetarian even to an omnivore – is served to you by women in saris who follow the teachings of the Swami whose face litters the walls. These Swami-littered walls are ruffled with gold prayer cloth and painted sky blue. I can’t remember if there are happy white clouds painted on these walls, but there ought to be. I’m a cynical east-coast bastard so what I’ve described to you approximates the first level of hell, yet I am totally becoming a regular here for brunch. It’s damned tasty.

This talk was squarely aimed at the twenty-something young lady about to embark on her career as an elementary school teacher, so as a thirty-something software developer, I was not the target audience. I found the tear-jerking parts somewhat trying, but I enjoyed the talk anyway and could see how many of Rafe’s lessons would apply to raising my own theoretical children. My favorite part of the lecture was not when the ten year olds were (very cutely) bumbling Shakespeare, but when they followed it up with a riff on how we are all quoting Shakespeare all the time. They must’ve rattled off fifty different cliches so common that it’s hard to imagine them all coming from the same author. But I guess they did.