butter?

I just couldn't believe how much stool there was. Again.

[see last post... still on that vibe...]

Bernoulli report

Recently, an inverse relationship had made itself known. Namely:

-the frequency of my trips to duduk on the toilet seat have decreased, and relatedly

-the aggregate volume I deposit inside the toilet bowl has increased.

It's like you only go grocery shopping once a week but you buy a lot, instead of getting just what you need for that day.

If this occurs in the morning (the release of aggregate bolus), then it feels pretty satisfying. It also (the big load-drop) makes the smaller, more routine but equally meaningful deposits seem less significant, which is an illusion. Llord, give me clarity, or at least some celery (fiber, etc.).

quick (s)hits

1. Sometimes it takes some unpleasant flatulence to make you realize how much less often you fart than you used to. I suppose it was a social thing, growing up male with a male sibling and mostly male friends: farting is always greenlit. But I almost never fart outside the confines of the doo-doo room these days. So the last week has been notably for my general gassiness. That's a nice name for a small store: General Gassiness. Or a character. Feel free to spread that one around, I relinquish all rights on that name. But give me a little freebie when you strike it rich, huh? Remember who your gassy friend is. Hopefully it's just a phase.

2. After admiring some of my handiwork (visually) last week for its lighter-than-water properties, I was struck by how much a particular crap of the last 24 hours sunk. Everything's been so floaty of late, and now we're living on the other side of the bowl. What did I eat? Oh yeah... corn chips & bread that day... never really had dinner... thanks for nothing, road tripping. Actually it was great.

huh?

Why would you want to tell other people about your own stool?

Don't you think they've got their own stool to deal with?

Often problematically so?

Isn't this just talking to seem more impressive?

A notch in my belt - oh yeah, I blog about my feces, now listen to me saying that I do it?

Like having an experience more for the conversational capital than the actual experience?

Isn't what's best about pooping that it eschews such consumption? You do it so often and so viscerally that it often has to happen before you can get ready to, you know, scrapbook it?

Hence my focus on it: if I must blog, and I may not, I'd like it to be in such a realm. I like the small truth that comes quick and then gets flushed away, only to return later that afternoon in a setting halfway across the borough. Always a story to lead with, even if sometimes it's just politics.

always

Every day, I am pooping.

Only some of the time am I updating this here thing.

I don't want you to think for a minute that I'm not pooping, however, this is just a recognition of the fact that when you do something every day, several times a day, you are often overwhelmed by the thought of chronicling it.

I just pooped. I was very morning-poop-like, appropriately enough. That would mean: full of meaning, not a quickie, cleansing, helping you rededicate yourself as you move forward. I was not smooth, it had interesting edges. It was dark. I'd like to eat some dal or some chapati in the near future.

tense

Why, at this very moment, I have to poop.

You may ask, why are you writing about it, rather than doing it?

But I would say I am describing the contemporary condition.

And very soon I will just go ahead and poop.

Be well,

DR

in regards to crab

I have eaten crab three times in my life (knowingly). Once was Lynn's birthday this past May. Twice was in Java as part of a lunchtime seafood treat with Pak S & Bu M. The third time was this past Friday with BWB at Sriphaprai - fried soft-shell crab with green curry (with pumpkin!). Based on very little, I have gone into each experience expecting my poop to come out the other end on the runny kine. I don't really remember the first two times; if it was, it was nothing serious. This third time was also unremarkable, although I did poop probably five times on Saturday, which is a little high on the average these days, and the third was particular runny. Maybe it was the crab, maybe not. You see how what I'm describing is my self-conditioning, right?