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Apr. 11th, 2005 @ 08:20 pm it's miller time
The heart of America can be found at a little-known ice cream stand called Miller's on the southwest outskirts of Oberlin. Its weathered boardwalk-style decor and its alarmingly authentic American Midwest menu (Tin roof sundaes! Double bacon cheeseburgers! Pepperoni rolls, pizza sticks! Fried zucchini and cauliflower! Five different snacks made of fried cheese!) bombard me with memories of county fairs and border collies and endless games of afterschool baseball. That's how strong the nostalgia is in this place--it brings back memories I never had.

The place was full of archetypes from '80s feel-good movies--the fatherly softball coach, the team of eager little sluggers, the hyperactive suburban princess, the proud and angsty teenage farmhand. The three Taiwanese college students and the worn but gentle taxi driver must have looked rather out of place in this little oasis in the corn. Forgive me for glorifying the Midwest, but man, going to a place like this really makes me feel like I grew up in the wrong part of America.

Frightening spectacle: Eric ordering a tin roof sundae, a banana split, and a giant strawberry shake, and finishing all three himself. Outside. On a freezing April evening. (Heather poked at the tin roof sundae a bit but ate sparingly, for it was covered in deadly peanuts.) By the final stretch his fingers were shivering so much he could barely hold the spoon, and yet he kept on eating. If that isn't what it means to be American, I don't know what is. Happy birthday, big fella.
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Apr. 11th, 2005 @ 08:23 pm ze goggles, zey do nuthink
Without really knowing what I was doing I bought two 100W bulbs for the overhead light in my room. They illuminate the room well and I like their soft warm glow, but good God those things are bright.

*shields eyes*
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