Saturday, August 27, 2011

Like a Lake eh

When determining the largest of lakes, one opens the floodgates. I can safely disregard the need to document the highest lake but the deepest and the longest come into play. As it happens, among these worldbeaters are both - Lake Baikal is the deepest lake, and Lake Tanganyika (which has not had an update in its name like the country it borders, along with Burundi, Zambia, and the Democratic Republic of Congo) the longest.

Caspian Sea
Michigan - Huron
Great Bear Lake
Great Slave Lake

If the bilge pump that is this blog has any idea why the list stops at Winnipeg, you'd have to interrogate the wiki editing process, as it is much longer than this now. But these are the Great Lakes of North America, tussling over whether Lake Michigan and Lake Huron are separate bodies of water, in which case Lake Superior is well named. The Caspian Sea is sitting unsteadily on top with constant accusations that it is, as its name suggests, a small ocean.
Russia and Africa manage the monumental in most respects and this also applies to lakes.

The largest lake in South America is the delightfully titled Lake Titicaca
Europe's largest is Lake Ladoga
In Anarctica there is the sub glacial lake Lake Vostok
Oceania, Lake Eyre when flooded.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Left with Crumb's

I guess I get angry when ignoramuses spoil the party. I don't mind people who know their stuff, having an opinion contrary to mine. That's a learning experience, hopefully for all.

But when a bunch of ideologues light on something smarter folk have known about for years. Gee, you didn't know that Robert Crumb is the premiere underground comix artist; his material eccentrically individual and highly libidinous. If you knew this and had long been on the trail of Crumb's then, fine, Fritz the Cat ain't your granddaddy's Felix.
 But that and a knowledge of even the barest Crumbs: the many issues he drew of that renowned autobiographical comic magazine, Harvey Pekar's American Splendour,  in the film listings, the biography of one R Crumb. If all this draws a blank then you are not qualified to make pronouncements on his work or his character. You can fuck off.

The rest of us will keep on truckin'