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What is Web Page Design?
The World Wide Web is comprised of interconnected documents stored on the global network of computers known as the Internet. The documents are called Web pages. Linked pages are called Web sites. Web sites are uniquely formatted to provide information, collect information, and to capture the attention of consumers.
In today's global marketplace, a presence on the World Wide Web is vital to business success. Creating effective and appealing Web pages is both a skill and an art form that takes technical knowledge, creative abilities, and practice.
Reasons for Developing a Web Site
Studies show that millions of people have access to the Internet at home and/or at work. Forecasts predict that in the near future, Internet access will be as ubiquitous as television and telephones, and those left off the Web will be left behind in competition.
Due to the vast numbers of Internet users around the world, it is simple and cost effective to contact customers, suppliers, and others on-line. The cost of maintaining a Web site is minimal, especially in comparison to other types of marketing. Savings are made throughout the organization, including travel and entertainment costs.
Expand Customer Base
These same contacts will lead to business expansion opportunities, with a minimum of actual travel. Another benefit is that a huge amount of information about businesses, markets, regulations, etc. is available on-line. Research can be successfully accomplished from a home office, without requiring costly travel and time spent abroad.
Flexibility
Work can be accomplished regardless of time zone differences and work habits. Not only can your staff use the Web to communicate with others, but also people around the world can contact you even in the middle of the night. Information is available 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
Web sites can be created to suit the customers' needs. Information, design, links, and other features can be developed per customer specifications. Sites can include as many or as few pages as the customer requires. Pages may include order forms, product catalogues, general information, contact names, and so on. Sites can link to existing sites, or other newly developed sites.
is the focal point of society. Society assimilates difference and denies what cannot be assimilated. In his novel, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Kundera relies on the word kitsch to describe the force of denial. "Kitsch is a absolute denial of shit" (Kundera 248). Kitsch is an inescapable part of the human condition. Though Nietzsche was not aware of the word, much of his philosophy is a reaction to the concept of kitsch. He wanted to revitalize passion, raw sensation, in hopes that he and
There is a nutria loose in the Enlgish language and it is rapidly devouring words and phrases. The corrosive usage of slang is deteriorating proper, or standard forms of English. What most consider to be a passing fad has been evident for as long as the English language. Change in the grammar and diction of a language is natural, and English is always confronted with changes. However, at some point speech mutated due to a metastratizing principle in which the most annoying words in the language colonize
Chicago was a place for the brave to fight for their freedom. When we came to chicago, we thought, hey, they’ll put up some resistance, but they’ll give us a permit to have our little Yippie! get-together in the park. I mean shit, it’s our right. Mayor Daley, he didn’t give a shit about our “rights” he didn’t want one goddamn hippie in his city, let alone 10,000. He didn’t want chicago to have that reputation, HE didn’t want to have that reputation. Do you know what happened in Chicago? According to
O'Brien describes it syntactically. He is trying to persuade us that all the soldiers knew Jimmy was not guilty, but some soldiers just had to blame it on somebody. " 'Some lieutenant,' Sanders said. 'Camps us in a toilet. Man don't know shit.' 'Nobody knew,' Bowker said. 'Maybe so, maybe not. Ten billion places we could've set up last night, the man picks a latrine.' ...'It wasn't the LT's fault,' Bowker said quietly. 'Whose then?' 'Nobody's. Nobody knew till afterward.' " (180)
have. For instance, I spoke of God, death, and negative things about my friends. I also said a lot of stuff that really made no sense at all. An exact piece of what I recorded myself saying was, “I don’t care. That’s just the way I am. I don’t give a shit. It’s like… I don’t know. Die. Maybe God will. Yeah… maybe. Ha. Butterflies. Stand on walls, do that dance. Yeah… Buddy’s cool. Stop. No. Eva. Duh. She’s… so fucking stupid. Ugh. Drink. Yeah right. Who cares? It’s little.” &...
minutes. He repeatedly said "if she was to listen". Just like the others she did not want to think about the war, it was in the past. Page 143 makes a clear point that "The town could not talk, and would not listen.. It (the town) did not know shit about shit, and did not care to know". As Bowker continues what seems to be a trip back to what is reality he circles the town lake nearly 13 times. This lake is the life of the town and is very symbolic in itself. On one side of the lake the houses are
when she interacts with Walter. On page four of chapter six, Walter walked into his mother’s bedroom while she was entertaining a man. As soon as his mother realizes he is watching she hits him across the face. "You little shit! You know what you cost me, you ugly little shit. I shoulda listened to everybody else! I shoulda had the abortion." (Pg.4, chap.6, panel 6-7) Walter’s mother did’nt hesitate to physically or verbally abuse him. Her first reaction was to punch him in the face. This reflects
through trials and tribulations, and intelligence and patience will fade as your frustration takes over; but, do not falter. Persevere in your true ways, and light will shine again!" I memorized that as I wrote that down after I woke up. That scared the shit out of me, because I spent that whole day thinking it was, in fact talking about you. I see now, maybe it is.
Maya Angelou By consistently weaving the theme of motherhood into her literature, Maya Angelou creates both personal narratives and poems that the reader can relate to. Her exploration of this universal theme lends itself to a very large and diverse audience. Throughout Angelou's works, she allows her followers to witness her metamorphosis through different aspects of motherhood. Well-worked themes are always present in Angelou's works- self- acceptance, race
few hundred feet behind the skeleton bones of the Hale house in a thicket of tall ash trees, fumbling around with the light from a crescent moon above. Or at least Stiles was fumbling, unaided by wolfy prowess and x-ray vision, or whatever bizarro shit they had going on in there. Stiles ripped a few rabbit eared sheets from Wolfsbane and other Practical Herbs and crumpled those before tossing them into the pit, deciding soon after to just drop the entirety of the book on top of it. The number of
around the house waiting for the phone to ring, this girl was supposed to come over to your house later, When out of no where came the impending inexplicable urge to take a big ass shit. Thinking it over you know you cant afford to miss the phone call, but also when you got to take a shit you got to take a shit. So taking a shit it is. Your on the toilet doing your business, you guess your about half way through when the phone begins to ring. Well your working on a big clunker right there and you didn’t
candy and stared hauling ass back down the street. “There!” shouted Raymond. “It was that little shit right there.” The bullies immediately gave chase to Timothy, and as Timothy ran away, he would periodically look back to see how far back they were. To Timothy's disappointment they were quickly gaining on him, and he was quickly becoming exhausted. “We're gonna kill you, you little shit!” Timothy heard Alan screaming at him. A stitch developed in Timothy's side, the pain grew rapidly
but the soldiers are ordered to do their job, just as Lieutenant Jimmy Cross orders the men to stay on the muddy field. Once the men discover that the field is a shit field, it is obvious that the shit field symbolizes the political involvement in the war. The politics of the world start the war, and they order men to go out and fix the shit by fighting one another. When Kiowa begins to sink in the horrible slime, all Bowker can do is watch. This not only signifies the men being drafted into war, but
of us both was the zooming of passing vehicles. As I licked over my dry lips I recognized the taste of sweat in my mouth, kissing his neck I guessed. As he got up and scooted to ‘his side’ of the van I scratched my head noting that my hair felt like shit. Relaxed hair need not get sweaty; I felt the naps I tried so hard to conceal creeping back into the roots of my follicles. No ‘good’ hair here. His eyes were closed and I could see the moon reflecting light off of his caramel-complexioned skin.
Now all my life, on tv, in school, etc. i always heard the same thing, the thing u hear all throughout this school "the gang life leads nowhere, ull regret it, dont start, and etc." but to hear a lot of the people in my neighborhood talk about the shit theyd done, and to see their tattoos, i always thought it was like the greatest thing. I come from a broken home, i dont know my dad, and my mom is never around, i was basically raised by my brother Giseppi, anyway, i am 19 now, and i joined