The last three days have felt wall-to-wall. This is a change of pace.
One of the effects of this scheduling density was that for the first time in months, I pooped at grad school. Early on in this blog (and its earlier twitter incarnation), I dwelled a lot on where I was pooping. Lately, it hasn't been school, or really outside of my home. This has a lot to do with the change in my diet affected sometime around New Year's. I'm on a classical Chinese acupuncture-recommended diet for several ailments, and I'm avoiding eating the following things:
-cold food & drinks
-nightshades in any form (potatoes, tomatoes, capsicum/peppers/chiles, eggplant, not to mention datura, belladonna, tobacco, etc.)
-aromatics like garlic, onions, shallots, leeks, scallions, etc.
-anything caffeinated (coffee, tea, chocolate, soda)
As you can imagine, cooking at home is a lot easier that eating out with these restrictions, particularly since restaurants often sneak onions and garlic into the darnedest things. Plus, my work this semester has me at home a lot, playing clarinet, programming in Max/MSP, composing around the apartment. So my food cycle is a lot more localized.
The story relevant to this medium however is that yesterday I crapped not once but twice in the great out there, once at school, once at a former work place (sort of in several senses). Both were perfectly enjoyable defecations, a little on the looser side, the second one had some franticness in front of it, a little bit of dancing around if you catch my drift. The first had a nice beet-induced patina, the second did not, and as I turned around to see the beet-infused guys go spinning, I wondered when the last beet-turd in that toilet was.
Tell me, if you, hypothetical reader, are in fact out there, [it's not crucial you identify yourself here, I'm just wondering abstractly] how was your last doo doo?