Building Fads and Foot Pads

Hello Friday! Hello!

My lecture with Adrian Smith was AWESOME last night, it was so cool. We got to see his office and walk all around and it was a beautiful office and all these cool architectural models everywhere and in-depth discussions about art and sustainability and the future of architecture and the fact that Smith still can’t say what the height of Burj Dubai (will be the tallest building in the world) will be because as soon as he does someone will build taller and it was just so freaking cool.

And then, I hopped on my bike and rode home by the lake and it was cool and lovely and smells like sand and water and the sun was setting and I rode through this city that I love so much that is so advanced in an art that I love to learn about and it feels like California and OH MY GOD, to exercise my mind and my body like that, in the space of an hour, was just…excellent. Sometimes life is just too frackin’ sweet.

Okay, the foot pads. I was going to have John do a guest post, but he got to leave early to go to Wizard World, so…he left me all alone to discuss the ickiness of the foot pads by myself.

So much for marriage.

We watched the same ads as you all and found ourselves (me more than him) amazed by the power of the pads..oh, if you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m talking about these pads you stick on your feet and they are meant to detoxify the body. Black comes out on the foot pads and gets less and less as you go on and boom, no more toxins.

So we found them somewhere, I have no idea, and John tries them on, I know he was quite fascinated by the excellent taping system they used.

The next morning he wakes up! And the foot pads are all black, but I know John was a smooch worried because on the box…they turn gray, but on John’s feet, they were BLACK. I’m going to marry Mr. Toxin.

So he does it for a few more nights and really, the same thing happens, BLACK. But what impresses him the most -- and again, I am just relating a story that you all asked me for, so don’t come down on me when you find out you don’t want to know this – but what impresses him the most is the night he had beef jerky. And he takes off the foot pads the next day and they SMELL LIKE BEEF JERKEY (which was a different song by a man named Burt Cobain, Kurt’s brother). He asks me to smell them and I will not. I will not smell the jerky foot pads.

I had it on one night, and mine came out black too, we have lots of toxins.

But…it never did get lighter. The box is done, the foot pads are gone, but they never did get less and less, which leads me to think that you just basically sweat into the food pads, and sweat is dirty and that’s what happens, and sweat is detoxifying right? I mean, if you put these in your armpits (sexy!) what would happen?

The mystery still exists, nothing has been explained.

Yet….it is still Friday.

HAPPY FRIDAY!