The temperature today was a balmy 93 degrees Fahrenheit, here in Andalusia, Alabama. And I don’t realize how much brighter the sun is here than in Michigan until I venture out from the hotel and realize my corneas have been seared.
Also feeling a bit like a crispy chicken because of the time I’ve had this week to look around at the best examples of good design on the web. Sites like http://telerana.f2o.org/index.html and just about every site in the Favorites list there.
I’m a programmer. A logic tinkerer, not an artist. I feel like the plumber in Rennaisance Venice. Great pipes, but who gives a damn when all the painters are around? The phrase “Standing on the shoulders of giants” is a lofty dream.
I’m looking up at their ankles.
Not that the plumbing isn’t important. I speak code pretty well, no matter what dialect. I can generate XML from databases in my sleep. But I seem to be chronically impaired when it comes to good presentation. This web page isn’t even my own template.
It’d be great if there were a “respected complete stranger trade organization”. I’d gladly build spam defenses, black lists, Bayesian filters and just about anything under the sun, if I could get some of that mind-blowing design in return.
And it ain’t for personal reasons, either, though I lament that this site is an eyesore. It’s professional. I’m the web developer at my place of employment. And I can code fine, but the design, well… I’ve committed some atrocities.