Shedding some light on light bulbs

light bulbs

Here’s something I wrote for Living on the Cheap, the main site of the network to which my website, Portland Living on the Cheap, belongs. 

It’s time to shed some light on light bulbs. Now that the incandescent light bulb – you know, the kind Thomas Edison patented way back in 1880 – is going the way of the gramophone and the Tin Lizzy, consumers are nervous about leaving the light bulb comfort zone. How will we ever manage without that little filament sizzling inside the fragile glass or the reassuring warmth emanating from the burning bulb?

Well, that’s just the thing. Those old-fashioned bulbs produced so much heat that some folks had to keep them switched off on sultry summer nights. Besides that, the filaments fizzled after only a few months. And that’s only if the thin glass hadn’t broken first.

But finally technology has advanced so that we can toss the incandescent light bulb into the dustbin of history and now reap the benefits of cool and durable bulbs that will save us boocoo bucks in the long run.

That’s the good news. The bad news is that now we have to figure out what kind of light bulb is the best replacement for the incandescent bulb, which most major manufacturers won’t even make any more because of their relative inefficiency. (Some are instead making halogen incandescent bulbs, which are basically the same lights but with halogen gas pumped inside the bulbs, which makes them 28% more efficient.)

As one of my girlfriends lamented when she was faced with the task of replacing a bulb, “OMG, it practically requires an electrical engineering degree to buy a light bulb anymore!”

Let’s break it down to make light bulb shopping less stressful. First of all, we are basically now faced with two options: CFL or LED. It’s not even necessary to know what the letters stand for, but if you really want to impress your light bulb-challenged friends, CFL stands for compact fluorescent light, while LED means light emitting diode. Got that?

Now for the differences in the two. CFL bulbs are the ones with a little spiral tube, like a fluorescent light that’s been shrunk down and wrapped around a pencil. They are far more efficient than incandescent bulbs and are fairly cheap. The only drawback is that they contain a small amount of mercury. And as any fish will tell you, even small amounts of mercury aren’t exactly manna from heaven for the environment. In fact, consumers who use CFL bulbs should accept the added responsibility of keeping spent bulbs out of the landfill and using free CFL recycling services, such as those at Home Depot and Lowe’s. And one more thing: CFLs don’t do well in the cold, so don’t use one as your porch light.

LED lights, on the other hand, don’t have any real drawbacks. That is, until you look at the price tag. The good news is that as the technology continues to improve, the price just keeps dropping. Whereas the price of a single bulb formerly would have had you choosing between that and a sumptuous dinner at a fancy restaurant, now you can find LED light bulbs for less than $5 apiece. A recent check at Lowe’s website found a $4.98 bulb; Home Depot had one for $4.97 and IKEA beat them all with $4.49.

Still, that’s a steep price if you’re used to spending mere pennies for cheap light bulbs. But bear this in mind: incandescent light bulbs will last no more than nine months, if even that long. CFLs last about nine years. As for LEDs, they’ll be with you for the long haul. Average life expectancy of these amazing lights is a whopping 25 years. As for savings, the yearly energy cost for a CFL bulb is $1.69 and $1.14 for LEDs. In comparison, the annual cost for one incandescent bulb is $7.23.

Okay, now that we know the two basic types to choose from, we have another hurdle. Standards for measuring light have changed. CFL and LED lights are sold as either warm or cool. As a general rule, cool light is good for task lighting, and warm light is best for accent or small area lighting.

Also, nobody’s talking about watts anymore. Now we’re talking lumens.  So here’s a handy guide for translating watts into lumens, which measures the amount of light perceived by the human eye.

60 Watt = 800 lumens; 75 watt = 1100 lumens; 100 watt = 1600 lumens

One final bit of advice: be sure to look for certifications on the packaging, including FCC, Energy Star and UL. That way, your fancy new light bulbs won’t retire before you do.

Farewell, Thomas Vaughan

Thomas Vaughan caricature

Thomas Vaughan caricature

Yesterday I attended the memorial service for Tom Vaughan, who was the director of the Oregon Historical Society for 35 years. The service was held just across the street from OHS, at the First Congregational Church. Vaughan died December 6, at the age of 89.

The guest list was a regular Who’s Who of powerful Oregonians, including Governor John Kitzhaber. They had rubbed shoulders regularly with Vaughan, who made sure that Oregon’s history was everyone’s business. One of the speakers was Jack Ohman, former editorial cartoonist at The Oregonian and now at the Sacramento Bee. A caricature he made of his friend Vaughan before Ohman departed for California was on display in the lobby of the Oregon Historical Society. The voice bubble had Vaughan saying, “I am a man of few words.” And then a second bubble: “. . . Let me elaborate.”

Kerry Tymchuk, OHS Director, at memorial

Kerry Tymchuk, OHS Director, speaking at memorial

Vaughan was famous for his conversation skills and his very deep and very slow voice. He was definitely a card-carrying member of the S.T.O.A., the association invented in an old Bob & Ray comedy routine, the Slow Talkers of America. I interviewed him many years ago for a column I did for The Oregonian’s short-lived Kids’ Page. I hope a lot of kids did read the interview. He really brought the Lewis & Clark Expedition alive, talking about the fact that most of the members of the Corps of Discovery were mere boys having the greatest adventure of their lives.

Later, after Vaughan retired from OHS and was succeeded by a man who was, to put it succinctly, a poor fit, I wrote a cover story for the Northwest Magazine about the state of trauma that prevailed at the Oregon Historical Society after Vaughan’s long tenure came to a close. He was a true gentleman in that, although I’m sure he had strong feelings about the shortcomings of his successor, he declined to be interviewed for my article.

It’s hard to imagine a man who is a better symbol of the spirit of Oregon, unless it is Dr. John McLoughlin, who is known as the Father of Oregon. I say, let there be two Fathers of Oregon!

Drinking on the job

I recently enjoyed one of the perks of free-lance writing, a media tasting. This is not to be confused with a media lunch, a media dinner or even a media trip. But actually all of these are related because they involve journalists, bloggers and other members of the media, and their hosts, who are likely representatives of brands that they hope the media guests will publicize.

At a warehouse in Southeast Portland that houses ADX, a wood- and metal-working studio that operates like a gym (members only), I met with a drinks magazine editor and a bunch of bloggers and spirits writers to sample Highland Park single malt scotch. The brand ambassador, Martin Daraz, had come all the way from Glasgow to share the attributes of this fine elixir.

Martin Daraz

Martin Daraz

I actually recognized his accent immediately and asked, “Are you a Glaswegian?” What I didn’t tell him is that most Portlanders, or anybody who watches The Simpsons, can easily recognize a Glaswegian accent, thanks to the barely intelligible cartoon character, Groundskeeper Willie. (Note: Martin spoke quite clearly  and was not at all unintelligible.)

First of all, we learned why we were in a woodworking studio. Although I had visions of trying out all the saws after the scotch tasting, we were served only water before our woodworking project, which simply entailed sanding wooden coasters bearing the brand logo, and then oiling them with mineral oil. Then we got to take home our coasters.

Once we finished that it was time for the tasting. We sampled the 12-year-old, the 15-year-old and the 18-year-old. Then, as a special treat, Martin brought out the 25-year-old for a final tasting.

I liked them all and frankly, I was already partial to single malt scotches that bear a more peaty, smoky taste. Highland Park is one of only two distilleries in the Orkney Islands, off the north coast of Scotland. The Arcadian peat found there is distinctive for the slightly sweet, smoky taste it imparts. Although the taste grew more refined with the older scotches, all were very smooth and caramely, with only a slight burn on the tongue. To accompany the tastes of Highland Park, we snacked on smoked almonds and pieces of chocolate from Vosges Chocolate of Chicago. A perfect pairing!

And, in the “I Love My Job” Department, a parting gift from Martin was a bottle of 15-year-old Highland Park single malt scotch. Fortunately for us, we all had wooden coasters to perch a wee dram upon.

Cheers! Or as they say in Scotland, Slainte!