I read this in the diary at the top of the rec list
The new website is designed for high-res, high-end monitors (like the kind we use in our studio) and has lots of wonderful white space which gives it a "print" feel. But that's not the future of the internet. A huge and growing percentage of a website's audience is from smaller devices -- iPads, Nook Colors, Windows Phone 7, cells, netbooks, new Android tablets, etc.
And my heart sank, and sank, and then sank some more, and what I really wanted to say was ...
... well, I erased what I wanted to say, because I'm not sure to what extent my online persona and my professional life will overlap.
I'm sure the ALL CAPS expletive-laden bonanza would have earned me a few recipes and off-topic pictures. Yea, even donuts. It may have been a great party. It wouldn't have fit well with the more reasonable tone I try to maintain in my more carefully researched diaries.
Won't even pretend to be close to your league - salute.
But, still - all this GADGET is making my head hurt. Indeed, I've been taking to describing the twenty-first century as the era when gadgets are the consolation prize now that it's become apparent that there's no hope for justice.
I don't like technology. I do like blogging because I can write paragraphs. I like e-mail because I can write paragraphs, but e-mail as a means of actual communication beyond work is a thing of the past. I shudder at the thought of being reduced to 40 character tweets to express my thoughts. I do not understand how in the world this is supposed to be "progress." Enforced inanity over and over and over. Really - how is all this crap making our lives better?
Somebody, please, drag my ass back to the twelfth century where I belong!