My junior year in college I was at a party and the huge kitchen had a refrigerator covered with magnetic poetry. Except it was all in Spanish. I was talking to this guy I had never met -- we were sitting on the sticky floor of a dingy Allston kitchen in the middle of an insane party, composing Spanish poems on the refrigerator. And I put three words together; the most beautiful union I have ever seen: Pies del Mar. Feet of the sea. We just sat there staring at my masterpiece, three tiny white squares holding the key to the universe. Of course! I had feet of the sea. Fins. A mermaid tail. Umi. And the seaweed in my hair to prove it.
I've decided to start a website called "Dumb Pictures of My Feet." This really has nothing to do with the pies del mar story, but they're both about feet, so. It's a strange obsession of mine. Not a fetish, mind you. More like a hobby.
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