Everybody Poops

Everyone poops. It's true: from the day you're born to the day you die, you will spend your entire life pooping. Brown, green, orange, black, red, yellow: all possible crap colors. Thick or thin, watery or solid, small or large, your poop is a reflection of you. Mostly what you ate, but also the things you do. Runners, whose intestines are subjected to all sorts of unfortunate jiggling, can attest to this.

This blog, then, aims to be a reflection of who we are. Founded in one morning's conversation (while eating breakfast, no less), it rises out of a desire to catalog our poops. Having undertaken something remotely similar once before (a friend and I tallied our totals for a week; he won, 29-27), I know that, odd as it may seem, the study of scat is not without it's rewards. To test that hypothesis, my girlfriend and I will be keeping a poop diary of sorts; hopefully my brother Josh will also join us, and in time, perhaps our ranks will grow.

Who are we? What do we eat? And what comes of it? These are three key questions of identity, an exploration rarely ventured. Together we step away from our toilets proudly, producers of not only long logs, but also bowl-crowding pellets, vomit-inducing stews, the occasional kernel of corn. Join the venture. Poop proudly. And whatever you do, don't fall in.