Thanks, Andre. Complicated bizness, innit?
I should probably apologize to Mike. But my optician, Barry Hurley on Market Street in Bandon, and his young associate, John Egan, makes it painless to find one's way through the maze. I didn't realize it was so complicated until I tried to explain to Mike.
I went to the chain opticians only once, many years ago, and came away with the feeling that they hated people to come in with complicated eyes because they want to prescribe standard lenses which aids a high throughput of cases. They make most of their money from selling overpriced "fashion" frames. When I told the "optician" that I wanted my glass lenses in frames that I designed twenty years before for a Viennese frame-maker (I don't tell you his name because his children have really screwed up what was one of the greatest of the frame makers) and here are the prototypes which have another twenty years of service in them, she looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Men in Milan now have different glasses to go with different suits." When I replied, "I'm more about substance," she said, "You're not as funny as you think." I left without ordering anything, wondering if her attitude was a response to my pheremones or a class reaction or what she'd been taught to say by rote, and went to find a local optician, which is what I should have done in the first instance.
The coating of the glass lenses in my sunglasses is seriously mottled
Best to think of a photochromatic lens as a closely adhesive living crystal colony, or if you're a diver, a slice through a coral reef. The crystals in the lens, like all living things, have an expiry date: they die and the darkening effect gets less and less over the years.
OTOH, the increasingly common practice among manufacturers and retailers, of using 6-point font and grayscale print in their instructions in manuals & on boxes means I often slide the glasses to the end of my nose & bring the box/whatever to within a couple of inches of my eyes, before saying, "Ah, so that's what we have to do."
Near the beginning of the previous century, Beatrice Webb, the mother of modern typography and one of the founders of the Fabian Society, said in paraphrase that "Graphic design should by like fine crystal surrounding a great vintage wine, invisible." Every time I hear someone in a dull black two-button suit with a thin black tie describe himself (!) as a "leading edge designer", I know without further discussion that he will try to put his own dull personality first rather than the client's product, and say, "Thank you, we'll let you know." When I held up Mrs Webb as a fount for all designers to honor in a book packaged by the last of the Bauhausers, who died during the production of the book, which is now used in applied arts courses around the world, all the favorable reviewers agreed approvingly that I was "the arch-conservative of typography". Specifically referring to the current pandemic of nearly invisible, unreadable text, Apple is responsible in its own materials for starting this nonsense, and the whole groupthink of edgelords followed them over the edge into treachery to their profession. That's about as edgy as they get.
Here's a tip. Your phone probably has an app that translates text in a photograph to manipulable text in a word processor. I take a photo of any text longer than a few lines in these stupid presentations, using my iPad Pro (a 13in tablet; my everyday phone is the physically smallest iPhone, too small to read on comfortably), and then I simply translate it into black text on white, at a size that I can read. I takes only seconds. For a whole book, I guillotine off the binding, and put the stack of newly single pages through a photocopier twice to get both sides of every page, saving to a flash key, which I then put through a professional optical recognition (OCR) program, and voila, I have something I can read.
my "daily driver" is a single contact lens for distance and mentally switching between the clearest/dominant image at various focal lengths.
Yah. When I saw that photo, mocked up to demonstrate your diplopia, you published during your traverse of Europe on the Thorn bike that grand forum member Andy lent you, I said to myself, "You may be going blind, Andre, but be grateful you don't have Dan's problems."