the coriolis effect

in atlanta ("hotlanta") trying not to think back to thursday.....
they used to recite this to us in elementary school

There once was a pretty good student,
Who sat in a pretty good class
And was taught by a pretty good teacher,
Who always let pretty good pass.He wasn't terrific at reading,
He wasn't a whiz-bang at math;
But for him education was leading
Straight down a pretty good path.
He didn't find school too exciting,
But he wanted to do pretty well,
And he did have some trouble with writing
And nobody taught him to spell.When doing arithmetic problems
Pretty good was regarded as fine.
Five plus five needn't always add up to be ten,
A pretty good answer was nine.
The pretty good class that he sat in Was part of a pretty good school,
And the student was not an exception, On the contrary, he was the rule.
The pretty good school that he went to Was in a pretty good town.
And nobody seemed to notice He could not tell a verb from a noun.
The pretty good student in fact was Part of a pretty good mob.
And the first time he knew what he lacked was When he looked for a pretty good job.
It was then, when he sought a position, He discovered that life could be tough,
And he soon had a sneaky suspicion Pretty good might not be good enough.
The pretty good town in our story Was part of a pretty good state,
Which had pretty good aspirations, And prayed for a pretty good fate.
There once was a pretty good nation, Pretty proud of the greatness it had,
Which learned much too late If you want to be great,
Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad.
--- Charles Osgood

Are there any pop songs about thesises?

Time Left: 9 days, 16.5 hours
(Hours of choir stuff between now and then: 13.25)
Books Checked out: 75
Space on my Computer: 1.08 Gb
Word Count: 29,456
Page Count: 103. ish.
Footnote Count: 360 (edited properly: 70. ish.)
Hours of Class Skipped this School Year: 0 (not counting travel conflicts)
Average Hours/Night Sleep of Late: 7 (hmmm improvement over 10, I dare say)
Minutes Wasted Doing This: 15

and I'm off to find a quiet spot in the house...

"His own opinion, which he does not air, is that the origins of speech lie in song, and the origins of song in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge and rather empty human soul."- Disgrace

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