Heppy Thanksgiving to all you BW'ers! We're going to my GF's son's place- they'll be doing the traditional T day spread, midafternoon munchin'... we're contributing my sweetie's legendary potato salad, my work will be salmon flatbread with homemade bread, cream cheese, red onion, cucumber, fresh dill, fresh black pepper, and smoked salmon...
Then, back home for a sunny day Triumph ride, and the rest of the evening cleaning the fishtank and watching the boobtube.
Happy Thanksgiving to all! Among many other things, I'm thankful for this bunch; otherwise, I doubt I'd be riding a Buell today and I'd have not been NEARLY as successful at keeping them running over the past ~12 years.
I'm also thankful my favorite TV show of all time will be coming back. In the meantime, if you're not ready for some football, watch MST3K's Turkey Day Special, starting in ~15 minutes!:
Oh, come on. If I take a picture of a toilet when I flush it, you won't see anything that will either prove or disprove how the water circulates. This belief in the direction that water spins is almost a religious thing; like the belief in Global Warming or the superiority of one political party over the other.
If you really want to prove or disprove it for yourself, Come On Down!
The coriolis effect will cause the water to flow in opposite rotations in the northern hemisphere as apposed to the southern hemisphere. Now the important bit. The effect is not strong enough to overcome water being released into the bowl flowing in a rotating direction opposed to the direction the coriolis effect would cause it to flow in a particular hemisphere.
I'm grateful for a love of lit. We sat around the chiminea... God bless/speed you all!
"Faintly, along the shadowed shores of night I saw a wilderness of stars that flamed And fluttered as they climbed or sank, and shamed The crouching dark with shyly twinkling light; I saw them there, odd fragments quaintly bright, And wondered at their presence there unclaimed, That faded slow, like hope's arrested flight.
Or vanished suddenly, like futile fears- - And some were old and worn like precious things That youth preserves against encroaching years- - Some disappeared like songs that no man sings, But one remained- an ember in the dark- I crouched alone, and blew upon the spark.