KC 2023

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My Fall Break 2023 started out rough. The latest COVID vaccine was available, and I had never received the Shingrix vaccine for shingles. So around noon on Wednesday, the day before the break, I got a dose of one in my left arm and the other in my right. In the past I have often felt fatigued the day after a COVID vaccine, and I had been warned that the shingles vaccine often has strong side effects. So Wendy and I had delayed an escape to Kansas City until Friday to give me time to recover. That was a wise decision.

I had the usual sore arms and fatigue, but the shingles vaccine left me with a headache and muscle aches that persisted until 6 p.m. on Thursday. Thankfully I felt much improved by bedtime and was ready to go on Friday. I will need a second dose of Shingrix in a few months, and I will definitely schedule that up against another break.

The Doll Cradle

The Doll Cradle’s ambulance

We reached the outskirts of Kansas City before noon. Wendy has been re-rooting the hair of vintage and newer Barbie dolls for some time, and she wanted to shop for Barbies at a place one of her YouTube contacts had told her to check out: The Doll Cradle in Shawnee, a Kansas City suburb. They have been repairing dolls for over 50 years and even have a fun Doll Ambulance.

She was rewarded with good deals on two dolls she had been wanting for some time: a Princess of the Incas Barbie and Northwest Coast Native American Barbie.

And here is that doll after Wendy re-rooted her hair, joined by one of Wendy’s paintings:

The doll with new hair

While Wendy hunted for Barbies, I hung out in the front of The Doll Cradle, surrounded by baby dolls. I was doing better than a little one in a bunny suit, although I was a bit unnerved by how one doll winked at me while another explored the uncanny valley.

Winking Doll at The Doll Cradle

Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art

We then drove to the Country Club Plaza for lunch at The Cheesecake Factory, followed by stops at our two favorite art museums: the Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art and the Nelson-Atkins.

Wendy liked two abstract pieces at the Kemper: Coral Wedge and Midnight Shore by Helen Frankenthaler.

Coral Wedge by Helen Frankenthaler
Coral Wedge by Helen Frankenthaler
Midnight Shore by Helen Frankenthaler
Midnight Shore by Helen Frankenthaler

We both admired Spandita Malik’s Jāḷī: Meshes of Resistance exhibition of photographic portraits of women in northern India who are survivors of domestic and gender-based violence. With the support of nonprofit organizations, they have learned to embroider in styles particular to their regions, offering them a means of greater financial independence, creativity, and self-expression. Each subject was invited to embroider her own portrait.

Parween Devi III by Spandita Malik
Parween Devi III

Parween Devi III is a photographic transfer print on khaddar fabric, with phulkari silk thread embroidery. Saffron and scarlet stitches surround a mirror, drawing your gaze to Parween, who sits on a stool, facing her reflection. Large bolts on her door and windows hint at her domestic circumstance.

Jyoti by Spandita Malik
Jyoti

Jyoti has embroidered her image in rich red silk, tying it to her image in a mirror with gold threads, and she covered the floor in an embroidered design.

Rukmesh Kumari IV by Spandita Malik
Rukmesh Kumari

Rukmesh Kumari‘s flowers spread across a back room of her home, climbing up the walls with her embroidery reflecting the colors of the flowered spread she sits upon. She added a lovely gradient of hues to her border design.

Radha Rani IV by Spandita Malik
Radha Rani

Radha Rani IV shows Radha’s bedroom, with a red stuffed teddy bear as a companion beneath a water-stained ceiling.

Noshad Bee by Spandita Malik
Noshad Bee

Noshad Bee has applied zardozi embroidery on khadi fabric. She painstakingly outlined the flowers on the fabrics, created flowers extending up the walls, and added a golden border. But what you immediately notice are the beautiful flowers she extended from her top across her face to form a veil.

Noshad Bee detail
Noshad Bee’s embroidered veil

We truly enjoyed Malik’s first museum solo exhibition.

Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art

Large Stack by Donald Judd
Large Stack by Donald Judd

Our next stop was the Nelson-Atkins. They have long had an installation of Donald Judd’s Large Stack Plexiglass panels from 1968, which came in 32 versions. He refused to be labeled a Minimalist, but his effort to remove all meaning from his sculptures is certainly related to that movement. Lighting is important to the work, as the patterns of the shadows on the wall strike me as integral to it.

Forty years ago, there was something of that sort installed on a wall in the lobby of Dale Hall at the University of Oklahoma, where I would wait to be seated in an introductory psychology class in a huge lecture hall. I’m not surprised to find that facility opened in 1967. It screamed late 1960s to me as early as the mid 1980s.

We wound our way into the Rozzelle Court Restaurant at the museum, but found that we were still too full from the Cheesecake Factory meal to contemplate any dessert.

Wandering through the modern art exhibits, Wendy liked Interior with a Book by Richard Diebenkorn and Masks by Emil Nolde.

Interior with a Book by Richard Diebenkorn
Interior with a Book by Richard Diebenkorn

I liked Gaberndorf II by Lyonel Feininger.

Gaberndorf II by Lyonel Feininger
Gaberndorf II by Lyonel Feininger

Lodging at Country Club Plaza

Over the years, we have stayed in various hotels near Country Club Plaza. I used to stay at the Best Western Seville Plaza, and later we stayed several times at the Courtyard by Marriott. But the lack of breakfast at those venues led us to try The Raphael Hotel in 2021, where we could get a room service breakfast. This time we stayed at the Hilton, which had a breakfast buffet.

Our room had a view to the southeast across part of the Plaza. In the background was the 20-story Sulgrave Regency Condominiums, built in 1967. North of it along Ward Parkway are a series of impressive century-old apartment buildings which provided the residential density needed to sustain the Country Club Plaza shops.

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We enjoyed seafood at McCormick and Schmick’s, which was just a short walk from the Hilton.

Scarritt Point and Corinthian Hall

Our final KC adventure for this brief stay was driving eight miles north and east to the Kansas City Museum. It is housed in Corinthian Hall, built in 1910 as the private residence of lumber baron R.A. Long atop the cliffs above the Missouri River.

Corinthian Hall, KC Museum
Corinthian Hall

We parked along Walrond Avenue at Scarritt Point, which was once the home of Nathan Scarritt, a Methodist minister who relocated there in 1862 from Westport to escape Civil War skirmishes, which had marred life in that town which is today a historic neighborhood just north of Country Club Plaza.

Scarritt Point Viewpoint at Kessler Park
Scarritt Point

Scarritt and his wife had nine children and gave them property for homes, some of which still exist in one of the oldest neighborhoods of Kansas City. Some of the downtown skyscrapers peek over the trees at Scarritt Point.

Wendy was impressed by the copper gutters and valleys on one of the nearby homes. Corinthian Hall was donated to the city in 1939 and once focused on natural history with hundreds of stuffed animals. It later gained a planetarium and 1910-style soda fountain. Union Station is now the home of the city’s science museum, and the Long mansion focuses on city history.

Corinthian Hall Entrance
Entrance to Corinthian Hall

There are old photographs showing the mansion when it was still a residence, and modern ones showing what remains of its architectural features. While the displays we saw in the mansion would interest locals, Wendy and I lacked the background to appreciate them.

Nevertheless, we enjoyed our brief escape to Kansas City. We have to agree with Will Parker: Everything’s up-to-date in Kansas City.

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Old News

December 2023

When I was a kid, my parents read The Daily Oklahoman newspaper each morning and the Oklahoma City Times in the evenings, both being published for decades by the Gaylord family. The daily editions were over 50 pages and the Sunday could easily exceed 200 if you included the various inserts. The evening paper had a circulation of 123,867 in 1964 and the morning one peaked at over 300,000 statewide. But all that is old news.

The evening paper folded as I was graduating from high school 40 years ago, with a circulation of 82,335. The Gaylords’ politics were anathema to me, but they sold off the paper in 2011, and it was acquired by GateHouse Media in 2018, which acquired Gannett and took its name in 2019.

The morning paper survives under Gannett, but its circulation is only 25,000 daily and 33,000 on Sunday, so about one-tenth of what it once was. When I was a kid, the papers were printed as broadsheets, about 60 inches wide, but that was narrowed to 44 inches in 2008. These days, the paper is a couple dozen pages on weekdays, discounting non-local extra pages tacked onto the electronic edition, while the Sunday edition is 60 or less.

That decline is reflected in daily newspapers nationwide. Their circulation, counting both digital subscriptions and print circulation, has fallen by 2/3 since 1990.

The newspapers I subscribe to on my iPad

As an adult, I followed in my parents’ footsteps, reading a daily newspaper. I currently subscribe to five of them in digital form: the Tulsa World, The Oklahoman, The Washington Post, The New York Times, and the Bartlesville Examiner-Enterprise. I read the first two on my iPad after waking each morning, and occasionally consult the others online.

Originally I just subscribed to the Bartlesville Examiner-Enterprise. But, like most local newspapers, it was hollowed out over time. I am still a digital subscriber, but the “E-E” is down to one local reporter/photographer, and it doesn’t even have a physical office anymore. Nevertheless, it and the Bartlesville Radio news page are my go-to sources for local news.

I subscribed to the print edition of the Tulsa World newspaper for several years, switching to a digital subscription in 2011. It was once a paper of a far higher quality than The Oklahoman. It was owned by the Lorton family from 1911 to 2013, entering a joint operating agreement with the rival Tulsa Tribune in 1941 and acquiring its assets in 1992. At the start of the 21st century, it had a circulation of 160,000 daily and 220,000 on Sundays, and in 2005 it had over 700 employees.

However, the Tulsa World has, like The Oklahoman, declined sharply. By 2012, after a series of layoffs, it had a daily circulation of 95,000 and 133,000 on Sundays. It became part of the BH Media Group in 2013, which was acquired by Lee Enterprises in 2020. I noticed a sad decline in the quality of its copy editing after BH Media took over, and by 2022 the daily circulation was down to 35,000 with 38,000 on Sundays.

Early in the 21st century, newspapers’ advertising revenues collapsed, halving in a few years and continuing to fall so that they are now at the levels of the 1970s, when a dollar would buy almost 7 times what it will today thanks to inflation. They now rely more upon circulation revenue than advertising revenue to stay in business.

Newspapers have gone online, of course, as their printed editions became obsolete. But the average minutes per visit for the nation’s top 50 newspapers was only 2.5 minutes in 2014 and is now down to about 1.5 minutes. I am an outlier, spending 20-40 minutes each day reading my online newspapers.

On top of that, I also subscribe to Apple News+, which shares articles from 44 newspapers and almost 400 magazines, and I frequently peruse its newsfeed. But I don’t know how much longer my local newspaper will even exist, and the decline of the two leading state newspapers is dimming the lights that help disinfect and protect our institutions from the lies, authoritarianism, and corruption of our state’s frequently dreadful politicians.

Realizing that my news-gathering habits are atypical, I looked up how people prefer to get their news these days. Courtesy of Pew Research:

Preferred News PlatformTOTALAges 18-29Ages 30-49Ages 50-64Ages 65+
Television27%8%17%36%50%
News websites or apps25%22%29%27%18%
Search15%22%17%12%7%
Social media12%30%15%5%3%
Radio6%3%8%8%5%
Podcasts6%9%8%4%2%
Print publications5%4%3%4%10%

It is helpful to chart the preferred platforms, breaking them down into age groups:

While television is the most dominant preferred platform overall, when you look at age groups, that is only for those 50 and older. I am again an outlier, as I almost never watch television news. I have long viewed it as shallow, violence-focused, and plagued with bias and inaccuracies. The very low interest in television news among those under 30 shows its creeping obsolescence, and local TV news viewing declined from over 4 million in 2016 to about 3 million in 2022, out of a US adult population of 258 million. Its collapse is manifested in how Tulsa’s ABC affiliate has consolidated its news production in Oklahoma City, with only remote reporters in Tulsa.

News websites or apps are the next most preferred platform overall, and presumably will soon surpass television. But still, only 1/4 of adults are like me, preferring to get their news via online news websites or apps.

I don’t find it surprising that the most preferred news platform for those under 30 is social media. Other data shows that 19% of U.S. adults often get news from social media, and 31% sometimes get it that way. At right are the percentages of U.S. adults who regularly get news on each social media site. As for trends, the ones showing growth instead of decline in the past few years are TikTok, Instagram, Twitch, and Nextdoor, which are all of low quality.

Reddit, TikTok, and Instagram’s news consumers are mostly those under 30. Facebook’s, X’s (Twitter’s), and YouTube’s news consumers are mostly 30-49, and Nextdoor’s news consumers are generally over 29.

Looking beyond social media, print publications are the least preferred platform for those under 65, hence printed newspapers and news magazines are doomed.

Radio is actually preferred over print by those 30-64, but radio is far more limited in how in-depth it can go across a range of stories. National Public Radio still does some good journalism, and our local radio station offers news in an abbreviated format, but neither tackle some of the issues the newspapers do.

The consequences of the changes in how news is gathered, published, and distributed are stark. Many of my fellow citizens display delusional hypocrisy and have been embracing and electing corrupt authoritarian demagogues. The ongoing erosion of standards and democracy in our great republic is connected to the decline in quality journalism. Over a century ago, the great Walter Lippmann explained what we can now readily observe:

Men who have lost their grip upon the relevant facts of their environment are the inevitable victims of agitation and propaganda. The quack, the charlatan, the jingo, and the terrorist, can flourish only where the audience is deprived of independent access to information. But where all news comes at second-hand, where all the testimony is uncertain, men cease to respond to truths, and respond simply to opinions. The environment in which they act is not the realities themselves, but the pseudo-environment of reports, rumors, and guesses. The whole reference of thought comes to be what somebody asserts, not what actually is.

When I was in junior high, my best friend was a paperboy. When his family went on vacations, I would take over his route. A bundle of papers would be dropped off on a street corner, where I would fold them and put rubber bands on them. Then I would load them into a big bag on my shoulders and awkwardly pedal my bicycle across the neighborhood, doing my best to deliver the paper to the correct addresses in convenient locations.

I wasn’t fast, but I was conscientious.

Those days are now only a distant memory…in more ways than one.

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Remembering His Master’s Voice

December 2023

His master’s voice is one of the most memorable corporate phrases and logos. You know, the image of a little dog listening to an old-time gramophone. I grew up associating it with RCA Victor records, with a vague awareness that before that it appeared on the Victor Talking Machine Company’s Victrola records. But it wasn’t until I saw a video about JVC, which invented the VHS videotape, that I learned that the phrase and logo were also used by that corporation (JVC stands for Japan Victor Company) as well as the British HMV (yes, originating from His Master’s Voice). I also learned that the logo originated in England in 1899, where it began as a somewhat different painting.

Francis James Barraud was an English painter. When his older brother, Mark, died in 1887, his dog Nipper was sent to live with Francis. It happened that Francis had purchased an Edison Commercial Phonograph. He noticed how Nipper would sit close to the horn speaker, with his head turned and his ears pricked, listening to the mysterious sounds. The image stuck with him, but there is a false history about the dog sitting on his brother’s coffin, listening to a recording of his master’s voice. The real story follows.

The photograph of Nipper that Francis Barraud used when creating his painting

Nipper died in 1895, so in 1898, when Francis had the idea of painting the dog listening to the phonograph, he had to use a photograph of the dog for his model. He painted an image of the dog listening to his cylinder phonograph on a table. Barraud proceeded to register for a copyright on the painting, but he had no success in having it exhibited at the Royal Academy. When he showed it to various publishers, the only offer was to purchase it for five pounds (equivalent to $670 in 2023).

Barraud took the painting to the Edison-Bell offices in London, where manager James Hough rejected it, saying, “Dogs don’t listen to phonographs.” No doubt Hough later rued the day he passed on what would become one of the most recognized trademarks of the 20th century.

We only know what the painting originally looked like because Barraud had it photographed for his copyright. In 1972, factory worker and gramophone enthusiast Frank Andrews learned that the original painting had been “registered” and realized that a photograph of it might be on file among the “Works of Art” copyright applications in the Public Records Office in London. He found it in a box that hadn’t been opened in over 70 years.

A photograph of the original painting Dog looking at and listening to a Phonograph

After the rejection from Edison-Bell, a friend of Barraud’s then suggested that he brighten up the picture, using a brass horn rather than the dark one he had painted. Barraud went to The Gramophone Company, which was just over a year old and had disc phonographs with brass horns. He asked them to lend him one to paint from.

Luckily, the American William Barry Owen was the manager, acting as the agent for Emile Berliner, the German inventor of the gramophone record. Owen asked if the painting was for sale, and if so whether Barraud would be willing to paint over the Edison cylindrical phonograph with one of their disc gramophones. Barraud agreed, altered the painting, and sold The Gramophone Company the painting for 50 pounds and the transfer of its copyright for another 50 pounds. So he netted the 2023 equivalent of about $13,400.

The altered painting, with a disc gramophone replacing the Edison phonograph

The logo and the phrase “His master’s voice” appeared in advertising literature and sometimes on company stationery. Emile Berliner visited the British office in May 1900, saw the painting, and soon registered it as a trademark over in America. Eldridge Johnson soon took over Berliner’s rights to the trademark for his new Victor Talking Machine Company and began heavily promoting it.

The US trademark from 1900

The British company began using the logo and phrase more in 1909, introducing it on its record labels, and, because it lost the trademark on “Gramophone”, replacing “Gramophone Monarch Record” and “Gramophone Concert Record” on the labels with the caption “His Master’s Voice”.

By 1913, the painter Francis Barraud was in some financial difficulty. The company asked him to make an exact copy of the painting, which he agreed to do for 35 pounds. It was sent to the Victor Company in the USA. In 1914, three directors of the Victor Company commissioned more copies from Barraud, each for 35 pounds.

Alfred Clark held Barraud in high esteem

Alfred Clark, who was a cameraman and director at Edison’s first film studio and later joined The Gramophone Company and became the managing director, befriended Barraud. He later recalled, “He was a man of great personal charm, and was beloved by many devoted friends…during the war, in spite of his years, he volunteered to serve his country, and was appointed to a regular position in the recruiting department of the Army. The prolonged hours of attendance and thoroughly hard work undoubtedly affected his health seriously.”

In 1919, The Gramophone Company and the Victor Talking Machine Company agreed jointly to pay Barraud an annuity of 250 pounds per year. In 1921, The Gramophone Company established the HMV company to sell disc records and later radios and televisions, naturally using the logo to accompany the trademarked phrase.

Barraud ended up painting 24 replicas of his original painting in total, including 12 more commissioned from him in 1922 by the Victor Company at 35 pounds each. He even made one free copy that was so exact that he painted in the old phonograph and then painted it over with the gramophone, ensuring the finished work would more closely match the original. That oh-so-exact copy eventually made its way to the Capitol Records tower in Hollywood, while the original hangs at the Gloucester Place headquarters of EMI, which was formed from The Gramophone Company, HMV, and the Columbia Gramophone Company in 1931.

Barraud in 1922, working on his commission for 12 copies of his painting

Francis Barraud died in late August 1924, a few months after the two gramophone companies had increased his annuity to 350 pounds. Alfred Clark shared, “His gentle, kindly ways endeared him to all of us. He made his voyage through his life, modestly and simply, leaving behind to his sorrowing friends a feeling of great loss.”

The high regard Barraud had earned is reflected in that, after his death, the companies learned he had been sending 100 pounds of his annuity each year to his sister, who was living at an old age home in Staffordshire. The British and American record companies immediately continued that payment each year until her death in 1929.

In 1927, the Victor Talking Machine Company incorporated a Japanese branch that would become JVC. RCA (Radio Corporation of America) gained control of the phrase and logo in 1929 when it purchased Victor and its foreign subsidiaries. Thus little Nipper and his gramophone continued to grace the products of multiple corporations for decades to come.

Today, if you go to Kingston upon Thames in England, you’ll find Nipper Alley, with a familiar logo on its sign. That’s because down that alley is a parking lot behind a branch of Lloyds Bank. Way back in 1895, that lot was the garden of a house, and when little Nipper died, he was buried there under a mulberry tree.

And what about the man who immortalized Nipper? Francis Barraud’s remains rest eleven miles away, in a neglected overgrown grave in Hampstead Cemetery in greater London.

However, the best remembrance of him are the countless reproductions of his greatest work. As he put it, “It was certainly the happiest thought I ever had.”

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The Sting of Truth

November 2023

Can you spot the error in this funny internet meme? I only noticed it thanks to personal experience with two forms of this once-popular antiseptic which was banned in the USA a quarter-century ago.

There is a subtle error in this funny internet meme
The “fiery spit of Satan” form of Mercurochrome was a tincture of alcohol

I won’t keep you in suspense: that is a bottle of the aqueous solution of Mercurochrome. Crazy Mr. Morgan, my high school chemistry teacher, taught me that aqueous solutions have water as the solvent, and since the active ingredient, merbromin, was dissolved in water in that bottle instead of alcohol, the pictured antiseptic didn’t actually sting. The “fiery spit of Satan” was earlier forms of Mercurochrome that were tinctures of alcohol or acetone.

When as I child I cut myself badly enough, my father would open the first aid kit he had received in the army during World War II and apply an alcohol tincture of Mercurochrome. It certainly stung and also left a bright red stain. Some kids called it “monkey blood”, but I just knew it as painful protection against infection.

A World War II army first aid kit with a little bottle of Mercurochrome

I remember later getting cut while at our vacation cabin in Missouri, and my father getting a bottle of Mercurochrome out of the bathroom medicine cabinet, which still had items left behind by the previous owners. I tearfully submitted to its application, prepared for a sting. He smeared the red stuff on, but the sting didn’t come.

I was baffled and asked him why it didn’t hurt. He shrugged, speculating that maybe it was too old and had lost its efficacy. What he didn’t realize was that the newer formulation was an aqueous solution. Being water-based, it lacked the alcohol that made his old kit form pack a punch. Alcohol contains ethanol and hydrogen peroxide, which activate receptors in the body that trigger a burning sensation. That burning sensation is a valid warning: such solutions kill germs, but they also harm the surrounding tissue of the wound, which can delay healing.

Another subtle error: the Mercurochrome in this photo was an aqueous solution, so it didn’t actually sting, while the 50% alcohol tincture of Merthiolate packed a wallop

Another point of confusion is Merthiolate versus Mercurochrome. Mercurochrome was a trade name for a solution of merbromin, a compound of mercury and bromine. Merthiolate (which my parents pronounced without its “r”) was a trade name for thimerosal, a compound of mercury and sodium. Both kill some disease-causing microbes by breaking chemical bonds in proteins. Merthiolate was a tincture of alcohol or acetone, so it always stung when applied to open wounds.

In 1998, the Food & Drug Administration, concerned about the mercury in it, reclassified merbromin from “generally recognized as safe” to “untested” and that effectively banned it in the USA. To put it back on the market here in its original form would require testing and approval. Drug companies won’t pursue that expense since the drug is too old to be patented…they couldn’t recoup the testing and approval costs, since if it were eventually approved, cheap generic forms would immediately flood the market.

Thimerosal was also banned in over-the-counter products, but it is still commonly used as a preservative in various substances. Something branded as Merthiolate is still around, but it no longer contains thimerosal. Mercurochrome with merbromin is still widely available in other countries, but if you need a topical antiseptic I advise using Neosporin.

Another antiseptic of old

Another painful antiseptic of old, which my mother once kept on hand, was iodine. My father’s World War II first aid kit had also included some iodine swabs, but they had dried out, while Mom kept a blue bottle of iodine up in a high cabinet. It was a tincture using ethanol, so it stung when applied to a wound.

Iodine has been used as an antiseptic for over 150 years, although it has fallen out of favor for home use, despite being reportedly as effective as other antiseptic agents.

The inaccuracies in most of the internet memes I have seen about Mercurochrome brings to mind how consumers wasted over a billion dollars each year on oral phenylephrine, which some scientists and many pharamacists have known for decades was ineffective. Phenylephrine works fine in a nasal spray, but it is no better than a placebo when taken orally.

Thankfully I long ago had figured out that taking phenylephrine orally did not work for me and learned to rely on pseudoephedrine instead, despite the annoying restrictions on procuring it which were intended to fight methamphetamine addiction.

I was also quick to catch on that loratidine (aka Claratin) isn’t an effective decongestant, although it can help with other allergy symptoms. Thankfully I figured out that cetirizine (aka Zyrtec) works well for my particular allergy symptoms. However, I was much slower to acknowledge that guaifenesin did little for me to relieve chest congestion.

Back in 2006, the American College of Chest Physicians advised consumers with acute coughs from colds to ignore over-the-counter drugs with dextromethorphan or guaifenesin. If you think drugs with those ingredients are helpful, it’s your money and maybe they help with your symptoms and not mine, but you also might just be paying for placebo effects. As for homeopathic medicines, I’ll let James Randi address that quackery.

In my youth, similar nonsense was spread about vitamins. There is no substantial evidence of a health benefit for most of the adult population from taking a daily multivitamin. Yet I, like over 40% of the adults in the USA, still take one. Why is that?

For me, it is a combination of the halo effect, a lack of standards, and, most importantly, that prescription is far more convenient than proscription. The halo effect arises because we know that vitamins could indeed prevent pellagra, rickets, and scurvy back when nutritional deficiencies were common. The truth, however, is that few of us now have such poor diets that we might succumb to a disease caused by a vitamin deficit.

A lot of people enrich their urine with this stuff

My innate skepticism and reading of James Randi and Martin Gardner protected me from trusting Linus Pauling, a two-time Nobel Laureate and famous chemist, who believed that Vitamin C could prevent cancer and increase the life expectancy of cancer patients. Realizing that chemistry is not medicine and that science is more than scientists, I was not surprised to find that three subsequent double-blind placebo-controlled randomized trials, sponsored by the National Cancer Institute and conducted in the Mayo Clinic, found no benefit. It sure looks like vitamin C doesn’t help much with the common cold, either. As the old saying goes, “If something is too good to be true, it probably is.”

However, few seek out rigorous research, instead relying on advertising and anecdotes or falling victim to pseudoscience. It doesn’t help that the USA does not require human research to prove that supplements are safe or effective. The FDA can stop the distribution of unsafe supplements, but they do not subject them to the scrutiny they apply to pharmaceuticals, so they escape even belated corrective actions like what is finally happening with oral phenylephrine. Throughout my lifetime the pharmacy counters have swollen with bottles of vitamins and supplements, and nowadays we have a flood of “essential oils” in the marketplace.

So why, then, do I still take a daily multivitamin? Because I know that one vitamin won’t hurt me, and my diet is far from ideal. I’d rather prescribe myself a useless vitamin than proscribe unhealthy foods I enjoy like pizza and hamburgers, and I fail to make the effort to consume more fruits and vegetables. Like you, I tend to be illogical at times, and I often prefer balms of comfort over the sting of truth.

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The Bright Knight

November 2023

Bob Kane and Bill Finger introduced Batman in the May 1939 issue of Detective Comics. Kane had the initial idea of The Bat-Man, but his version wore a red jumpsuit, domino mask, and had two wings attached to his back. Writer Bill Finger is responsible for the revised costume, the gadgets, the conception of Bruce Wayne and Gotham City, and much more.

Bob Kane’s original sketch compared to the published version
Bob Kane and Bill Finger

Sadly, Kane made sure that Finger got little credit for his contributions. Perhaps it is fitting that one of Batman’s co-creators was himself a bit of a villain, and that it took some detective work for folks to belatedly realize how important Bill Finger had been.

Batman started out pretty dark, killing people and using a gun. But then DC decided to lose the gun and had him stop killing people. His sidekick Robin was introduced, transforming Batman into a lighthearted father figure who traded wisecracks with Robin.

In the 1950s, the Batman comics became rather bizarre, with stories involving aliens, visiting other planets, and various gimmicks. Of course, the villains had long been bizarre, but so were the ones that Oklahoma’s own Chester Gould used in his Dick Tracy comics.

After the scare from Seduction of the Innocent, Batman gained a Bat-Family and the Catwoman villain, who first appeared in Batman #1 in 1940, disappeared. The comic book eventually was in danger of cancellation, but a 1966 television show revived its prospects and led to the Catwoman character being revived in the comics.

The Bright Knight

Bill Dozier, who was asked by ABC to produce the 1960s television show about Batman, had never read comic books. After reading several Batman issues, he decided the show could only work as a pop-art campy comedy. He hired Lorenzo Semple Jr. as head scriptwriter, and thankfully they cast Adam West in the title role.

Adam West‘s straight-faced portrayal of the absurd character, with the energetic Burt Ward as his sidekick Robin, was so much fun.

The silly fight scenes were a highlight, with plenty of Wham! Zap! Boff! and the like, and actors portraying the outrageous villains gleefully chewed up the scenery, including regulars Burgess Meredith as The Penguin and Cesar Romero as The Joker.

What many might not realize is that the narrator of the show, including the famous “Same Bat-time, same Bat-channel!”, was Bill Dozier himself.

Recently I showed Wendy the 1966 Batman movie that featured Meredith and Romero, as well as Frank Gorshin as The Riddler and Lee Meriwether as Catwoman. Years ago, I got to see Adam West at a Tulsa convention, along with Julie Newmar. She played Catwoman in the first two seasons of the show, while Eartha Kitt took over the role for the final third season.

Adam West outlined the difference of the show from the comic books and his earnest, sincere, and unsubtle approach to the character:

I was born in the mid-1960s, so I was too young to watch the campy Batman television series of 1966-1968 until it was in syndicated reruns. In the 1970s, one of the Oklahoma City television stations ran it on weekday afternoons, and I found it hilarious.

I also saw Batman and Robin on the long-running Saturday morning cartoon Super Friends. There they weren’t played for laughs, but the show was still pretty lighthearted.

The Dark Knight

The Dark Knight of the 1970s comic books did not appeal to me

So I was shocked when as a kid I picked up a 1972 Batman comic book and found it dark, grim, and gritty. I was too young to know that campy humor had saved the character from extinction in the 1960s, but after that era faded, the comics returned to their darker tone of the 1940s.

Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns of 1986 started the era known as the Dark Age of Comic Books, but Batman was pretty dark long before that.

Detective Comics Volume 1 #428 had what appeared to be a corrupt cop involved in a dope ring. It included quite violent scenes of the cop seemingly about to kill the caped crusader, only to be stopped by the drug dealers who didn’t want the heat that act would bring.

This 1972 comic was a far cry from the silly television series of a few years earlier

I was particularly shocked to see Batman unconcerned when the cop gunned down the dealers.

Just a couple of rodents died, so nothing to worry about? Egad.
This was far more to my liking as a kid

There was no way to reconcile that portrayal with what I enjoyed on TV. The comic book wasn’t a total loss, however, as I did like the haunting atmosphere of the Hawkman story in that same issue, which at least had some clues and detective work.

Whenever my parents took me to our vacation cabin in Missouri, Mom would buy me a three-pack of comic books at a grocery store. That introduced me to the satellite-era Justice League of America, Superman, Green Lantern, and the like. Batman was in the Justice League, but I don’t recall many Batman comics in those 3-packs.

By junior high, I had stopped reading comics, but I still watched reruns of the Batman television show. One summer a neighborhood tomboy and I had great giggly fun making up our own Batgirl & Robin stories that we recorded on cassette tapes. How I wish I had saved them!

After junior high I didn’t think much about Batman until the late 1980s, after I had completed my undergraduate degree. Tim Burton’s 1989 Batman film, with its dark and menacing Gotham City, serious portrayal of Batman by Michael Keaton, and Jack Nicholson’s over-the-top Joker, was a smash hit. As a young adult, I didn’t mind the darker tone and enjoyed Jack Nicholson’s Joker, but I hated the sequel’s disgusting Penguin and found the later Schumacher entries in that series of movies rather ridiculous. Bat-nipples were the least of their problems.

Christopher Nolan brought Batman back to cinemas with his Dark Knight trilogy from 2005-2012. They were blockbusters that I saw in theaters, but the only reason I would watch any of those dark tales again would be to relish Heath Ledger’s standout portrayal of The Joker.

I liked each of these unique portrayals of The Joker

One final Batman experience came about a decade ago, when Rifftrax released their takes on the 1949 Batman and Robin serial. That 15-chapter sequel to another serial from 1943 was of course ridiculous, with the dynamic duo confronted by the Wizard, a hooded villain who had a device to remotely control vehicles. What made it great fun was having Mystery Science 3000 veterans Mike Nelson, Bill Corbett, and Kevin Murphy making wisecracks throughout the episodes.

I haven’t seen the Zack Snyder movies where Ben Affleck played Batman. While I liked Snyder’s 2009 Watchmen movie, suffering through 2013’s Man of Steel made it clear that the Snyderverse was not for me. I’ve also not been tempted to sample Jared Leto’s or Joaquin Phoenix’s portrayals of the Joker.

If I’m going to watch a superhero movie, give me something with lower stakes and a strong sense of humor, such as when Billy Batson tests his powers in the 2019 Shazam!

My Bright Knight

I have no idea what the reboot of the DC Extended Universe will mean for Batman. Maybe the character will eventually evolve into something I would like to see, but superheroes are such absurd characters that for me camp is the best way to go. We lost Adam West in 2017, but long live the Bright Knight.

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