I wouldn't call it a new look; call it the stylesheet equivalent of changing the part in your hair. Just tinkering a bit.

I took the quite fashionable stylesheet provided by Mena Trott, and mutilated it to my own, more puritanical, tastes. Mostly it consisted of stripping out hard-coded font families and sizes, and letting a lot of parameters fall back to the defaults provided by the browser. If you don't like the font you're seeing now, you have no one to blame but yourself: it's the default font from your browser preferences. Pilate-like, I wash my hands of responsibility; font selection is up to you.

I'll probably do some more tinkering, but don't expect anything fancy. I'm one of those old fogeys who fondly remembers a time, back in the dark ages of 1995, when all the web pages were battleship gray, and the color schemes and text sizes didn't induce migranes. I hated the early Wired; my idea of a well-designed magazine is The New Republic. I even occasionally browse using Lynx.

We're not going to get quite that primitive, children; I'm sure I'll still have something on the page that Jakob Nielsen would find objectionable.