>The Horrors of Web Design

>I'm not even going to lie. The prospect of getting this website up and running, maintaining it, and having it look good scares me to death. I am so prone to running into technical snafus that will not only hurt the appearance of this band, but make navigating a pain. But, I'm too cheap to hire a web designer, and by cheap, I of course mean poor.

I feel it's a necessary investment for a couple of reasons:

a) I think the ability to be a competent web designer is a unique skill, one that can come in handy in future situations
b) I feel like this is going to teach me a lot about perseverance
c) It makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something with the copious amounts of time I spend on the computer.

I'm typing furiously through lines and lines of code so I can get Version 1 up on the internet. I'll edit this with a link as soon as I get it up, and anybody who reads this (please GOD somebody read this) who has a clue about what they're doing can give me feedback. It'd be super super appreciated. Thanks

Hamilton Barber

The subject of this page is an introverted writer/musician/lunatic from Chattanooga, TN who dabbles in lexical dexterity, unorthodox thoughts on prosperity, and being overwhelmingly undeserving of the privilege of waking up every day. He hopes that everybody who reads these words takes them to heart and leaps higher than he ever could. He reads, thinks, and speaks too much; he listens, works, and loves too little; and he says “I” entirely too often. The words on these pages are not his: they are the words that were given to him.