Ooh, make the bad blog redesign go awaaay! Ooh, change is good if it’s a skinny black U.S. president, but bad if it’s a sans serif font on Inkless!
Poor readers. I feel for you. I really do. Well, a teeny bit.
Here’s a small guide to the new macleans.ca, based purely on my own fumbling around, because I was almost as surprised as you were to see that we’d gone live with the new format.
First, if you used to scroll through the old Blog Central, which featured blogs from everyone and nothing else, it has been recreated here. Bookmark that, I think you should. (Imagine me using my Yoda voice to say that.) If you are an Inkless Wells purist, and only want to read me me me, you should bookmark this link. (I am pleased to report it is this blog’s sixth URL since we went live, five years ago. Here at Rogers, we are always diligent about making sure my blog doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.) (UPDATE: our old favourite, https://macleans.ca/inklesswells now works again! See? Progress.)
But the awesome coolness of the new site (whose main, full-featured home is here) is that the whole thing is open for comments. In a very real sense, the Maclean’s 50 has been replaced by the Maclean’s Six Billion. (Seven? I keep losing count.) Say you, Sir or Madam, want to talk back to Don Drummond after reading our macleans.ca interview with the notorious TD Bank economist. Well, now you can. If you missed last week’s back-page print obituary for the wonderful Montreal jazz guitarist Nelson Symonds, you can catch up to it here, and add your own reminiscences (or, if you prefer, complain that this obit, unlike most, doesn’t feature an O. Henry surprise ending.)
Now you don’t have to be a mere spectator as you read Dear Leader Ken Whyte’s (frankly interchangeable) interviews with Julie Couillard and Margaret Atwood. Now Michael Friscolanti’s recent cover story on terrifying luncheon meats is your own personal canvas of terror and forensic pathology.
So poke around. Click on the clicks; link to the links. We are convinced that change is good. And we are going to hold our breaths until you, too, are convinced, or at least docile and uncomplaining. Well, maybe not that long. Holding our breath is hard.