just for kicks

And yes, all of my stories DO involve eggplants, thank you very much.

Racecar

I'm writing a fictional piece that reads both ways. Not palindrome, but half the story is just the story before read sentence by sentence backwards. Let me know what you think so far.

Chapter 1
A scream.
Linda and Harvey looked at each other.
It wasn’t the children’s.
They spied a piece of clothing on the ground.
How peculiar.
What would that be doing there? Why was it inside their home?
Harvey turned the light back on, spying a shadowed, curled-up something in the corner of his room.
“The jungle must be playing with us.”
“It shouldn’t be.”
“ Why is this here?”
Harvey picked up the fungus.
“Absolutely disgusting.”
He walked over to the canvas, picked it up, and then threw it away. Then he spied something else.
“Dear god!”
Harvey walked over to the pools of techno-colored oils.
A spill.
“Damn.”
He went to work with his sponge.
Sponging oils was always fun.
He would be sponging up a storm, all on top of the brand-new material.
Linda sat there, and watched Harvey.
He picked up the sponge.
Harvey traveled to the door ajar.
He squeezed it into the sink.
He picked up the wet towel used to wash himself.
He washed himself.
Linda watched.
Time for an escape to art.
He’d just designed it.
He was incredibly proud of it.
His very own Jungle.
Chapter 2
It was his alone.
His proudest invention yet.
Linda ate an orange.
Chapter 3
He traveled to the jungle.
Time.
He was there.
They were there as well.
The random artifacts he’d found.
The children were there.
Not his.
He picked up a stray shoe.
It stunk.
He threw up.
It was purple.
He tripped over an eggplant.
He went back to the kitchen.
Damn jungle.
It's not done yet, so the backwards won't make sense, but let me know what you think of the reversal.

Lost In Translation

I was watching this movie, Lost in Translation.
Interesting stuff.
I wonder if it's true that about ten seconds of talking in Japanese really translates into about two in English.
Also, someone right next to me, whenever he saw Bob Harris, would whisper, 'pedophile' into my ear.
Well, I guess it fits.
But towards the more literary side of the movie,
it had a good realistic aspect to it, nice awkward silences.
umm...
Interesting plot, I guess?
~Roland

Facebook-more

so I was wondering...
you know how all these people are against the new Facebook, against changing it?
I wonder how many of those are Obama fans.
~Roland

Facebook

So, I just read this article. Apparently, sites like Facebook applications and music-sharing sites are incredibly easy to distribute malicious code and what-not on them.

Damn. I've got 78 different Facebook Applications. They're basically my life. I guess that means within a few months my computer will be flooded with viruses and Trojan Horses, etc.

Well, I've got a four-year warranty on my laptop :p

Downloading anti-virus software,
~Roland

Allergies

So, I'm sure many of you know, allergies suck.
Unless you're allergic to Brussels sprouts or things like that; then having allergies is pretty sweet.
But it's not fun when you can't go vacationing because of rising levels of pollen, ragweed, and grass.
It's also not fun when you can't eat any of the below:
Milk
Tomatoes
Peppers
Mangoes
Pinapples
Melons
McIntosh Apples
and Eggplants. Please no Eggplants. If you have a personal vendetta against me, go ahead and put eggplant in my salad.
So, I'm vegetarian and all that stuff, so it seriously limits my dietary choices. I like to say, I get my energy from potatoes, my nutrients from salad, and my sugar from raspberry sorbet.
It's not fun when you're a teenager, and you miss out on pizza and all that stuff.
It sucks more than anything else, that I used to love pizza, until I became unable to eat both milk and tomatoes.

That's what I thought, until my mother decided that she should take me to try to 'cure my allergies', which in her speak, as it turns out, means acupuncture.

I spent 6 hours in a car to NYC, then entered a simple-looking office with a pleasant, clean demeanor with a fishtank homing many too many fish. I heard my name called, and then a bunch of gibberish in Chinese. Given my limited Chinese skills, I only caught on to small glips, which happened to be, 'cut' and 'electrocute', which certainly calmed me much.
I ended up with six needles in my back and four in my arms, all carrying currents deadly enough to kill all of the fish in the fishtank back in the lobby. But after an hour or so, the nurse entered to tell me, in broken English, that my 'gentle relax needle cure had reach stopping.'
So I spent 6 hours driving back to NYC.
And guess what. Next week, my mom told me I had to there AGAIN to solidify the treatment a week ago.
So I spent 6 more hours driving, one hour being tortured--i mean, treated, and six hours back with, supposedly, a body 'free from allergies'.

The next week, I got allergic rhinitis, or hay fever.

So yes, allergies suck, but ever more so when your mother takes you for acupuncture in an office 300 miles away.

Destroying my computer slowly with sorbet droppings,
~Roland

First Post

Hey, everyone. Welcome to Apples and Eggplants!
Well, this is my first post. It's currently 11:05, and I'm supposed to be in a class right now. I am in class right now.
Little tidbits about me:
- I'm a college student at Olin College
- I don't swear, but when I do it's for special emphasis
- I like emoticons >:)
I will try to post at least every other day.
Thanks for reading~
Roland