I don’t read Hemingway online. Or e.e. cummings. In other words, I don’t read online for an intellectual or spiritual experience. I read for information, and sometimes it’s damned hard do that with all the white-text-on-black-background and 9-point-text troweled on the page by some designer who thinks words make pretty wallpaper.
So, unlike Slate’s Michael Aggar, I don’t have my undies in a bundle about visually effective online communication making readers “lazy.” (Or making writers condescending.)
However, I did enjoy reading his July 13 piece, “Lazy Bastards.” You’ll see why.
(Thank you to Anita for calling my attention to it.)