245 Vera is a large Main belt asteroid. It is classified as an S-type asteroid.
It was discovered by N. R. Pogson on February 6, 1885 in Madras.
Vera may refer to:
Vera is a group typeface (font) with a liberal license. It was designed by Jim Lyles from Bitstream, and it is closely based on Bitstream Prima, for which Lyles was also responsible. It is a TrueType font with full hinting instructions, which improve its rendering quality on low-resolution devices such as computer monitors. The font has also been repackaged as a Type 1 PostScript font, called Bera, for LaTeX users.
Vera consists of serif, sans-serif, and monospace fonts. The Bitstream Vera Sans Mono typeface in particular is suitable for technical work, as it clearly distinguishes 'l' (lowercase L) from '1' (one) and 'I' (uppercase i), and '0' (zero) from 'O'.
Bitstream Vera itself covers only common punctuation and the Latin alphabet with some diacritics. It comprises only 300 glyphs. Because of its liberal license, the DejaVu fonts project is expanding it with additional glyphs and styles, which it releases into the public domain.
With over 80% installation base, the DejaVu fonts have been gaining on the role as sans-serif default fonts in GNU/Linux. On Windows and Macintosh systems, DejaVu is practically unknown, whereas Bitstream Vera Sans has installation bases of 25% and 20%, and 79% on Unix, according to a survey.
Vera is a municipality in the state of Mato Grosso in the Central-West Region of Brazil.
Coordinates: 12°18′21″S 55°19′01″W / 12.3058°S 55.3169°W / -12.3058; -55.3169
So we started in the cornfield
And I know we did not slack
We got everything in order
But we forgot to bring the bucket back
The foreman he went crazy
And ran around the field
Said we must be lazy
Had to be seen to be believed
Seen to be believed.
But it was a long way
From this highroad
It was a far away from here.
The farmer had a daughter
And she worked at the wishing well
Put one leg in the water
'til she found the mission bell
The old man went crazy
And ran to get his gun
We had a bad time explaining
We were just having drunken fun
Just having drunken fun.
But it was a long way
From this high road, Oh!
It was a long way from here
So we walked along this road
Just tellin' stories as we go
We just walk along.
Well the farmer had a daughter
And she did not speak a word
We used to kiss her in the orchard
Till one morning we were overheard
The old man he went crazy
Running around the field
Said we must be crazy
Had to be seen to be believed