One Hundred Flowers
Been surfing around, and am feeling that tangy nebulous feeling you feel after hours of sifting: it's sort of ennui meets elation meets enervation meets élan meets excitement meets at least four other words beginning with "e."
Some great sites out there, but the majority of even the better sites deploy that irritating, squint-inducing mini-font size for some strange reason. As a relatively evolved species have we not perfected our scrolling abilities? Yes, I make you finger your mouse twice as often as those with the microprint, but, after visiting here, is your hand really that tired? I think not. What you're looking at is good ol' fashioned Verdana font, eighteen point. This is not big print.
This is big print.
I submit that at least 80% of all personal sites treat your eyes with this level of respect or worse; this based on my own random and not-exactly-scientific sampling over the last few months.
What is wrong with delivering to the peeps something that can be read without the use of a magnifying glass? I just don't get it.
And another thing. Looks like George Orwell was right. In his novel 1984 his characters shuffled about in a paranoid world filled with hidden cameras, cameras that transmitted images of all suspicious activities and sordid doings to the authorities. Our blogosphere is starting to resemble Orwell's dystopia. A little bit. Though instead of a camera in every dorm or living room, there's a geeky nerd tap tapping another update, letting the whole world know about the contours of his or her bellybutton, whether it's an innie or an outtie, etc.
It's sorta similar. Get out.