So, yes, I’m working from home for a few weeks as a favor to my boss. Once or twice a year, as the university processes retirements, promotions and new hires, there’s an office shuffle — basically musical chairs but with no music and boxes of papers instead of chairs.
Author’s note: readers who are easily offended by scaffolding and the setup thereof may want to give this post a miss lest they find it objectionable.
I planned to discuss web fonts in some future post, taking the line that the new choices offered by the likes of Google and Adobe are a treat for the creative among us, but that it’s important to weigh the merits of novelty against the impact on page download times.
Today, though, I need to share something far more urgent: how poor typography, and not only on the web, can completely change the message you’re trying to communicate and potentially harm innocent people whose eyeballs are pointed in the wrong direction at the wrong time.