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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I've decided that when I leave the confines
   of the cellular world, I'm going to be a dream muse because no one knows what a dream
   really is. Read along, and you'll catch my drift... 
   <br /><br />
   Dreams get to be so many things. Since energy never dies, I'll exist in as many forms
   as the collective consciousness can imagine. For some, I'll be a seed that's nurtured
   with love and hope. Others will nest with me as a mother tends to an egg that holds
   a living being. I'll be treated with care as the protective shell is brittle and can
   shatter if it's mistreated. 
   <br /><br />
   I'll pass through impenetrable walls of brick and stone like the fragrance of orange
   blossoms in a spring breeze. Like the scent of an apple pie cooling on the window
   sill, I'll defy the laws of physics and reach the nose of every child in the neighborhood
   and make their mouths water. 
   <br /><br />
   From a place and time that are least expected, I'll stir the pot of possibility and
   restore hope. Out of tragedy I'll deliver triumph. Where there is despair, I'll bring
   peace. When there is sorrow, I'll burrow through the darkness. 
   <br /><br />
   So, a dream I think I'll be... 
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      <title>Like Apple Pie</title>
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      <description>I've decided that when I leave the confines of the cellular world, I'm going to be a dream muse because no one knows what a dream really is. Read along, and you'll catch my drift... &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Dreams get to be so many things. Since energy never dies, I'll exist in as many forms
as the collective consciousness can imagine. For some, I'll be a seed that's nurtured
with love and hope. Others will nest with me as a mother tends to an egg that holds
a living being. I'll be treated with care as the protective shell is brittle and can
shatter if it's mistreated. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I'll pass through impenetrable walls of brick and stone like the fragrance of orange
blossoms in a spring breeze. Like the scent of an apple pie cooling on the window
sill, I'll defy the laws of physics and reach the nose of every child in the neighborhood
and make their mouths water. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
From a place and time that are least expected, I'll stir the pot of possibility and
restore hope. Out of tragedy I'll deliver triumph. Where there is despair, I'll bring
peace. When there is sorrow, I'll burrow through the darkness. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
So, a dream I think I'll be... 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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        <div class="postcolor" id="post-1995542">At a time when I was ready to abandon my
      website and start a new project, I met Molly. To say that she resurrected my interest
      in <a href="http://www.illumineering.com/" target="_blank"><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="COLOR: #3333ff"><!--/coloro-->illumineering.com<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></a> is only the beginning of this story. After working for several
      years compiling the pictures for the flash animations and building the site, I was
      burned out. 
      <br /><br />
      When I talked to Molly about illumineering, she reminded me of my puropse, "I created
      this song in response to several of Bill's photography flash pieces (which I actually
      had to view in live Type because flash wasn't working) anyhow.... I wrote it mainly
      about how people tend to get very worked up in things and think they have to give
      up all together, but that there is ALWAYS a better life ahead of us. Bill uses photography
      as his method of creating art to express himself now and used it as an escape when
      he had cancer. I wanted to show, through a song, this amazing story."<br /><br />
      I wanted to share with the createBlog community, the outcome of an extraordinary partnership
      of creativity, inspiration and friendship. Thanks Molly for reminding me about the
      meaning of friendship and showing me what I couldn't see. 
      <br /><br /><i><b><a href="http://takecamera.com/sm/Inthistogether.mp3" target="_blank"><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="COLOR: #3333ff"><!--/coloro-->In This Together<!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></a></b></i><br /><br /><br /><i>Why are we focusing…on the…why are we focusing on the-</i><br />
      Why are we focusing on the things that hurt our lives?<br />
      When peace lies ahead with better times.<br /><i>Focusing on the-</i><br />
      Why are we focusing on the things that make us cry?<br />
      When teardrops are better left inside.<br /><br />
      Why are we tearing ourselves a-<br />
      Why are we tearing ourselves a-<br />
      Why are we tearing ourselves apart?<br /><br />
      You have no reason to give up now.<br />
      You have no reason to give up now<br />
      You have no reason to give up now, sir. 
      <br />
      Cause we're in this together. 
      <br /><br />
      [repeat]<br /><br />
      © Molly Proffitt, 2006<br /><br />
      To see more of Molly's work, click the <a href="http://takecamera.com/" target="_blank"><!--coloro:#3333FF--><span style="COLOR: #3333ff"><!--/coloro--><b>link</b><!--colorc--></span><!--/colorc--></a>.
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      <title>In This Together</title>
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      <description>&lt;div class=postcolor id=post-1995542&gt;At a time when I was ready to abandon my website
   and start a new project, I met Molly. To say that she resurrected my interest in &lt;a href="http://www.illumineering.com/" target=_blank&gt;
   &lt;!--coloro:#3333FF--&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #3333ff"&gt;
   &lt;!--/coloro--&gt;illumineering.com&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
   &lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is only the beginning of this story. After working for several
   years compiling the pictures for the flash animations and building the site, I was
   burned out. 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   When I talked to Molly about illumineering, she reminded me of my puropse, "I created
   this song in response to several of Bill's photography flash pieces (which I actually
   had to view in live Type because flash wasn't working) anyhow.... I wrote it mainly
   about how people tend to get very worked up in things and think they have to give
   up all together, but that there is ALWAYS a better life ahead of us. Bill uses photography
   as his method of creating art to express himself now and used it as an escape when
   he had cancer. I wanted to show, through a song, this amazing story."&lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   I wanted to share with the createBlog community, the outcome of an extraordinary partnership
   of creativity, inspiration and friendship. Thanks Molly for reminding me about the
   meaning of friendship and showing me what I couldn't see. 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://takecamera.com/sm/Inthistogether.mp3" target=_blank&gt;
   &lt;!--coloro:#3333FF--&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #3333ff"&gt;
   &lt;!--/coloro--&gt;In This Together&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
   &lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;i&gt;Why are we focusing…on the…why are we focusing on the-&lt;/i&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   Why are we focusing on the things that hurt our lives?&lt;br&gt;
   When peace lies ahead with better times.&lt;br&gt;
   &lt;i&gt;Focusing on the-&lt;/i&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   Why are we focusing on the things that make us cry?&lt;br&gt;
   When teardrops are better left inside.&lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   Why are we tearing ourselves a-&lt;br&gt;
   Why are we tearing ourselves a-&lt;br&gt;
   Why are we tearing ourselves apart?&lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   You have no reason to give up now.&lt;br&gt;
   You have no reason to give up now&lt;br&gt;
   You have no reason to give up now, sir. 
   &lt;br&gt;
   Cause we're in this together. 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   [repeat]&lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   © Molly Proffitt, 2006&lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   To see more of Molly's work, click the &lt;a href="http://takecamera.com/" target=_blank&gt;
   &lt;!--coloro:#3333FF--&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #3333ff"&gt;
   &lt;!--/coloro--&gt;&lt;b&gt;link&lt;/b&gt;
   &lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
   &lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">When I was diagnosed with cancer, I had
   an honest conversation with myself for the first time...ever. Because I wanted something,
   I decided to pray. I prayed that I would live to see beyond the end of my nose and
   experience joy. (Little did I realize, all I had to do is give myself permission to
   live and it would be instantaneously available!) At the time, I hoped I was talking
   to the Creator, so I asked for a vision, just to be sure. 
   <br /><br />
   I needed to see something that was capable of shattering the dogma that drove my life
   to the point of extinction. As though it happened yesterday, I remember asking to
   see something that would redefine the nature of my life. 
   <br /><br />
   Seeing the person in the tree did just that.<img width="0" height="0" src="http://illumineering.com/blog/aggbug.ashx?id=61e1be54-842c-498d-a524-52a372271878" /></body>
      <title>Dreams Come True</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2006 01:26:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>When I was diagnosed with cancer, I had an honest conversation with myself for the first time...ever. Because I wanted something, I decided to pray. I prayed that I would live to see beyond the end of my nose and experience joy. (Little did I realize, all I had to do is give myself permission to live and it would be instantaneously available!) At the time, I hoped I was talking to the Creator, so I asked for a vision, just to be sure. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I needed to see something that was capable of shattering the dogma that drove my life
to the point of extinction. As though it happened yesterday, I remember asking to
see something that would redefine the nature of my life. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Seeing the person in the tree did just that.&lt;img width="0" height="0" src="http://illumineering.com/blog/aggbug.ashx?id=61e1be54-842c-498d-a524-52a372271878"&gt;</description>
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        <p>
      If you need a little bit of help seeing the content of my vision, <a href="http://illumineering.com/blog/content/binary/vision.jpg"><font color="#ffa500">click
      the link</font></a>. Please take a moment to contemplate the image and let the entirety
      of the image reveal itself to you. I'll post my thoughts in a few days. 
      <br /></p>
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          <a href="http://illumineering.com/blog/content/binary/vision.jpg">
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      <title>Revealing the Vision</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Apr 2006 17:39:21 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;
   If you need a little bit of help seeing the content of my vision, &lt;a href="http://illumineering.com/blog/content/binary/vision.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color=#ffa500&gt;click
   the link&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Please take a moment to contemplate the image and let the entirety
   of the image reveal itself to you. I'll post my thoughts in a few days. 
   &lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   &lt;a href="http://illumineering.com/blog/content/binary/vision.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color=#ffff00&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/p&gt;
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      <body xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">It has always been my dream to transcend
   the mundane aspects of life and see miracles in my everyday existence. Thanks to Liza,
   I did. Standing in that cave and taking that picture has forever changed my life. 
   <br /><br />
   There is nothing extrordinary about the composition, lighting or subject of the picture
   in the previous post. So what's the big deal about a bunch of rocks, trees, sky and
   landscape? 
   <br /><br />
   Nothing. 
   <br /><br />
   That's what made this day of discovery so profound. 
   <br /><br />
   In an ordinary desert landscape my dreams were literally transformed into a living
   physical reality. I'll let you look a bit longer before I show you the secret. 
   <br /><br />
   I'll illuminate my vision in the next post. 
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      <title>Living A Dream</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Apr 2006 06:26:38 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>It has always been my dream to transcend the mundane aspects of life and see miracles in my everyday existence. Thanks to Liza, I did. Standing in that cave and taking that picture has forever changed my life. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
There is nothing extrordinary about the composition, lighting or subject of the picture
in the previous post. So what's the big deal about a bunch of rocks, trees, sky and
landscape? 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Nothing. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
That's what made this day of discovery so profound. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
In an ordinary desert landscape my dreams were literally transformed into a living
physical reality. I'll let you look a bit longer before I show you the secret. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I'll illuminate my vision in the next post. 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img width="0" height="0" src="http://illumineering.com/blog/aggbug.ashx?id=a7a7a3eb-8583-47e7-a874-55a826200855"&gt;</description>
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      I used to spend a lot of time worryoing about the future. Getting into the right schools
      to get the proper education was all that I lived for. Upon graduation, I would not
      just get a job, but embark on a career path that was a reflection of all my hard work.
      I would continue to be forward thinking and become tenured, go back to school, receive
      awards and accolaids and develop innovative programs. All of this work would allow
      me to buy a house, invest, lease a luxury car, dine in fine restaurants and be like
      everyone else. 
      <br /><br />
      Miserable. 
      <br /><br />
      When I found myself staring into the realization that I am who I am, always, I started
      looking backwards. What could I have done differently, where did I mess up, what did
      I do wrong? 
      <br /><br />
      It's amazing how much time I spent looking to the future and into the past. As I reflect
      on those years, I no longer wonder why I was diagnosed with cancer. I'm surprised
      that it didn't happen earlier. 
      <br /><br />
      Life was nothing less than a constant crisis mired in second guessing and anticipating
      consequences. It's a sad reality that I would allow myself to begin living my dreams
      when I retired at 62. That means that I would begin living my life on my terms in
      37 years. After eating shit for nearly four decades, I would permit happiness to enter
      into my life. That's after the 2.5 decades I spent in school numbing my mind enough
      to live 2/3 of my existence in misery. Isn't it ironic that I used to write referrals
      for people to see psychologists because they were unhappy in life? 
      <br /><br />
      One day, I met Liza. 
      <br /><br />
      When my whole plan of misery and drudgery vaporized, I met Liza in Sedona, AZ. By
      that time, I had quite a large photography portfolio and was spending a great deal
      of time with the Havasupai. Whe she heard my story of renewal and saw the pictures
      that recorded my journey of discovery in nature, she wanted to take my to a place
      that she was sure would yield some new images. 
      <br /><br />
      Standing in the cave above the Seven Sacred Pools thrust me into the joy of living
      in the moment. Never before had I experienced such a state of bliss. When I looked
      out from the mouth of the cave and across the horizon, the vision of life transcended
      anything I had ever known to exist. 
      <br /><br />
      Can you see it?
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      <title>Manifesting Dreams</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 06 Apr 2006 07:24:17 GMT</pubDate>
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   &lt;img height=350 alt="New Beginning.jpg" src="http://illumineering.com/blog/content/binary/New%20Beginning.jpg" width=262 border=0&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;
   I used to spend a lot of time worryoing about the future. Getting into the right schools
   to get the proper education was all that I lived for. Upon graduation, I would not
   just get a job, but embark on a career path that was a reflection of all my hard work.
   I would continue to be forward thinking and become tenured, go back to school, receive
   awards and accolaids and develop innovative programs. All of this work would allow
   me to buy a house, invest, lease a luxury car, dine in fine restaurants and be like
   everyone else. 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   Miserable. 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   When I found myself staring into the realization that I am who I am, always, I started
   looking backwards. What could I have done differently, where did I mess up, what did
   I do wrong? 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   It's amazing how much time I spent looking to the future and into the past. As I reflect
   on those years, I no longer wonder why I was diagnosed with cancer. I'm surprised
   that it didn't happen earlier. 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   Life was nothing less than a constant crisis mired in second guessing and anticipating
   consequences. It's a sad reality that I would allow myself to begin living my dreams
   when I retired at 62. That means that I would begin living my life on my terms in
   37 years. After eating shit for nearly four decades, I would permit happiness to enter
   into my life. That's after the 2.5 decades I spent in school numbing my mind enough
   to live 2/3 of my existence in misery. Isn't it ironic that I used to write referrals
   for people to see psychologists because they were unhappy in life? 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   One day, I met Liza. 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   When my whole plan of misery and drudgery vaporized, I met Liza in Sedona, AZ. By
   that time, I had quite a large photography portfolio and was spending a great deal
   of time with the Havasupai. Whe she heard my story of renewal and saw the pictures
   that recorded my journey of discovery in nature, she wanted to take my to a place
   that she was sure would yield some new images. 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   Standing in the cave above the Seven Sacred Pools thrust me into the joy of living
   in the moment. Never before had I experienced such a state of bliss. When I looked
   out from the mouth of the cave and across the horizon, the vision of life transcended
   anything I had ever known to exist. 
   &lt;br&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
   Can you see it?
&lt;/p&gt;
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        <p>
      It has been nearly three years since I was introduced to the domain of message boards.
      The world of electronic culture that pulses through internet forums inspired a surge
      of creative expression that transformed my life. My journey of healing after cancer
      was available for the entire world to see and read. The photoart that chronicled my life
      in the Grand Canyon touched every continent. I shared stories, critiqued photography,
      made friends and got swept away in the timeless expanse of the e-world.
   </p>
        <p>
      Then, like everything I pursue with reckless abandon, I tired of it. Chatting was
      a bore. Posting became meaningless. The portal of discovery that opened a new world
      to me closed. While deleting many of my old haunts from my list of favorites, I decided
      to visit one of them just one last time before I erased it. PHPBB would
      be exorcised from my life. I was readying myself for a new journey of discovery. 
   </p>
        <p>
      Enticed by the seductive power of a creative blend that teased my imagination, I clicked
      the link… 
   </p>
        <p>
      A new revolution was now underway.
   </p>
        <p>
      Like my childhood friends who lured me into my first B-B gun war, I followed LB to <a href="http://hitherston.com/forums/index.php"><font color="#ff0000">Hitherston
      Forums</font></a>. 
   </p>
        <blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px">
          <p>
      Sorry, I was going to bait you with ice cream but I've done that to so many people
      now they don't believe me. Oh wait NO, yes free cameras.... 
      <br /></p>
          <p>
      *Rigs up more traps if this one doesn't work*
   </p>
        </blockquote>
        <p>
      I was hooked.
   </p>
        <p>
      The witty enticement offered by LB in a flurry of IM’s had me hooked. The red herring
      of liberation yielded to a renewed creativity that was being seeded and nurtured by <a href="http://hitherston.com/"><font color="#ff0000">Hitherston.com</font></a>.
      As a co-creator of Hitherston, LB’s endearing wit and charm is an invitation to a
      space that nurtures artisans and encourages friendly competition. If you happen to
      venture into the domain of Hitherston.com, and find something in your message box,
      consider yourself lucky, LB is probably working her magic!
   </p>
        <p>
      After posting on <a href="http://www.hitherston.com/forums/"><font color="#ff0000">Hitherston
      Forums</font></a> for a few days, I crossed into another realm I vowed to never enter…AIM.
      Having purged myself of instant messaging several years earlier, I benefited from
      more consistent sleep patterns and face-to-face relationships. Like a chronic gambler
      able to face his addiction, I was living a life in the real world, free of the seductive
      powers of instant messaging. Until I met Molly, I never realized what I was missing.
   </p>
        <p>
      Not only did Molly shatter my illusions about the value of instant messaging, she
      guided me through the world of Hitherston and introduced me to a community of people
      that are enthusiastic about self-expression. Molly’s passion for people
      and art creates a warm environment where the most seasoned writers and casual photographers
      can share their work and receive encouraging feedback. As a seasoned artist and co-leader
      of Hitherston, Molly makes everyone feel at home. Be sure to strike up a conversation
      with Molly the next time you visit Hitherston, you’ll be glad you did.
   </p>
        <p>
      I’ve had thousands of unremarkable chats and met hundreds of people who have quickly
      passed from memory. ChasingLife87 was one of the people who transcended anonymity
      and made a lasting impression that I carry with me today. As a writer, she is passionate
      and witty. As a graphic artist, her never-ending love of learning is intoxicating.
      As a programmer, her dedication is unmatched. Meeting such a multi-dimensional artisan
      was one of the highlights of the message boards I used to frequent. Unfortunately,
      as my interest in online forums waned, I lost contact with ChasingLife87. 
   </p>
        <p>
      After spending several weeks on <a href="http://www.hitherston.com/forums/"><font color="#ff0000">Hitherston
      Forums</font></a>, there was one co-creator I had yet to meet. After reading her work
      and seeing her influence on Hitherston, I wanted to find out who the enigmatic
      Meli was. Thanks to Molly, I was finally able to meet her on AIM. Meli
      introduced herself as the person who "kept bugging me to show her stuff" on another
      message board. Unable to recall sharing any of my skills with anyone that bugged me,
      I was amazed to find out Meli's identity. She is ChasingLife87! 
   </p>
        <p>
      If you were fortunate enough to stumble upon this article, and have yet to explore
      the world of Hitherston, take the time to explore a place where art and community
      create lasting friendships. Start a journal, post a poem, share your photography and
      maybe a favorite tutorial with the Hitherston community and immerse yourself in a
      world united by the motto <i>Unitas Contentione.
      </i></p>
        <p>
          <br />
        </p>
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      <title>Hitherston.com</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2006 20:04:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;
   It has been nearly three years since I was introduced to the domain of message boards.
   The world of electronic culture that pulses through internet forums inspired a surge
   of creative expression that transformed my life. My journey of healing after cancer
   was available for the entire world to see and read. The photoart that chronicled my&amp;nbsp;life
   in&amp;nbsp;the Grand Canyon touched every continent. I shared stories, critiqued photography,
   made friends and got swept away in the timeless expanse of the e-world.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   Then, like everything I pursue with reckless abandon, I tired of it. Chatting was
   a bore. Posting became meaningless. The portal of discovery that opened a new world
   to me closed. While deleting many of my old haunts from my list of favorites, I decided
   to visit one of them just one last time before I&amp;nbsp;erased&amp;nbsp;it. PHPBB would
   be exorcised from my life. I was readying myself for a new journey of discovery. 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   Enticed by the seductive power of a creative blend that teased my imagination, I clicked
   the link… 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   A new revolution was now underway.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   Like my childhood friends who lured me into my first B-B gun war, I followed LB to &lt;a href="http://hitherston.com/forums/index.php"&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Hitherston
   Forums&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;
   Sorry, I was going to bait you with ice cream but I've done that to so many people
   now they don't believe me. Oh wait NO, yes free cameras.... 
   &lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   *Rigs up more traps if this one doesn't work*
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;
   I was hooked.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   The witty enticement offered by LB in a flurry of IM’s had me hooked. The red herring
   of liberation yielded to a renewed creativity that was being seeded and nurtured by &lt;a href="http://hitherston.com/"&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Hitherston.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.
   As a co-creator of Hitherston, LB’s endearing wit and charm is an invitation to a
   space that nurtures artisans and encourages friendly competition. If you happen to
   venture into the domain of Hitherston.com, and find something in your message box,
   consider yourself lucky, LB is probably working her magic!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   After posting on &lt;a href="http://www.hitherston.com/forums/"&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Hitherston
   Forums&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a few days, I crossed into another realm I vowed to never enter…AIM.
   Having purged myself of instant messaging several years earlier, I benefited from
   more consistent sleep patterns and face-to-face relationships. Like a chronic gambler
   able to face his addiction, I was living a life in the real world, free of the seductive
   powers of instant messaging. Until I met Molly, I never realized what I was missing.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   Not only did Molly shatter my illusions about the value of instant messaging, she
   guided me through the world of Hitherston and introduced me to a community of people
   that are&amp;nbsp;enthusiastic about self-expression. Molly’s&amp;nbsp;passion for people
   and art creates a warm environment where the most seasoned writers and casual photographers
   can share their work and receive encouraging feedback. As a seasoned artist and co-leader
   of Hitherston, Molly makes everyone feel at home. Be sure to strike up a conversation
   with Molly the next time you visit Hitherston, you’ll be glad you did.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   I’ve had thousands of unremarkable chats and met hundreds of people who have quickly
   passed from memory. ChasingLife87 was one of the people who transcended anonymity
   and made a lasting impression that I carry with me today. As a writer, she is passionate
   and witty. As a graphic artist, her never-ending love of learning is intoxicating.
   As a programmer, her dedication is unmatched. Meeting such a multi-dimensional artisan
   was one of the highlights of the message boards I used to frequent. Unfortunately,
   as my interest in online forums waned, I lost contact with ChasingLife87. 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   After spending several weeks on &lt;a href="http://www.hitherston.com/forums/"&gt;&lt;font color=#ff0000&gt;Hitherston
   Forums&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, there was one co-creator I had yet to meet. After reading her work
   and seeing her influence on Hitherston, I wanted to find out who the&amp;nbsp;enigmatic
   Meli&amp;nbsp;was. Thanks to Molly, I was finally able to meet&amp;nbsp;her on AIM.&amp;nbsp;Meli
   introduced herself as the person who "kept bugging me to show her stuff" on another
   message board. Unable to recall sharing any of my skills with anyone that bugged me,
   I was amazed to find out Meli's identity. She is ChasingLife87! 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   If you were fortunate enough to stumble upon this article, and have yet to explore
   the world of Hitherston, take the time to explore a place where art and community
   create lasting friendships. Start a journal, post a poem, share your photography and
   maybe a favorite tutorial with the Hitherston community and immerse yourself in a
   world united by the motto &lt;i&gt;Unitas Contentione.
&lt;/p&gt;
&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;
   &lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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        <p>
      I'm back!  Working as a school photographer has offered me quite a bit of material
      that I'll be including over the coming weeks.  I thought teaching for 12 years
      was adequate preparation for life behind the lens...hahahahahaha!  Right! 
      Get ready for the first installment tomorrow.  Let's see...something about the
      three most memorable moments of the fall season.  Here's a sneak peek to tantalize
      your curiosity.  Peeing, vomiting and sleeping are three ways to ensure a legacy!
   </p>
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      <link>http://illumineering.com/blog/PermaLink,guid,bea5bf75-fb18-46b4-a10a-02439428d7e2.aspx</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 04:15:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;
   I'm back!&amp;nbsp; Working as a school photographer has offered me quite a bit of material
   that I'll be including over the coming weeks.&amp;nbsp; I thought teaching for 12 years
   was adequate preparation for life behind the lens...hahahahahaha!&amp;nbsp; Right!&amp;nbsp;
   Get ready for the first installment tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Let's see...something about the
   three most memorable moments of the fall season.&amp;nbsp; Here's a sneak peek to tantalize
   your curiosity.&amp;nbsp; Peeing, vomiting and sleeping are three ways to ensure a legacy!
&lt;/p&gt;
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        <p>
      After spending the majority of the last year working on this website, an unexpected
      opportunity has materialized as a result of this project.  I recently began working
      with a portrait photographer in order to further broaden my professional experience
      base.  
   </p>
        <p>
      As this new job consumes an average of 10 waking hours per day, I have been unable
      to devote the time required to maintain daily entries in illumineering.com discussion. 
      Over the coming days I hope to do more than eat and sleep after work!  Once I
      have adjusted to this new work schedule, I fully expect to actively update illumineering.com
      discussion.  For now, dreamtime is calling...
   </p>
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      <title>On Hiatus</title>
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      <link>http://illumineering.com/blog/PermaLink,guid,c1eae59a-dfef-48dd-bd3b-ff8f565b64cb.aspx</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2005 23:11:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;
   After spending the majority of the last year working on this website, an unexpected
   opportunity has materialized as a result of this project.&amp;nbsp; I recently began working
   with a portrait photographer in order to further broaden my professional experience
   base.&amp;nbsp; 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   As this new job consumes an average of 10 waking hours per day, I have been unable
   to devote the time required to maintain daily entries in illumineering.com discussion.&amp;nbsp;
   Over the coming days I hope to do more than eat and sleep after work!&amp;nbsp; Once I
   have adjusted to this new work schedule, I fully expect to&amp;nbsp;actively update&amp;nbsp;illumineering.com
   discussion.&amp;nbsp; For now, dreamtime is calling...
&lt;/p&gt;
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        <p>
      Be sure to look at the Fun Photo Manipulation before you look at the source image. 
      What do you think is included in the original?  Take a few minutes to closely
      examine the image before you <a href="http://illumineering.com/blog/content/binary/source%20image.jpg"><font color="#ffa500">click
      the link</font></a>.
   </p>
        <p>
      Was it anything like you thought it would be?
   </p>
        <p>
      I'll be posting these before/after photomanipulations periodically.  Be sure
      to visit illumineering discussion frequently to test your identification skills!
   </p>
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      <title>Fun Photo Manipulation Source Image</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 22:53:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;
   Be sure to look at the Fun Photo Manipulation before you look at the source image.&amp;nbsp;
   What do you think is included in the original?&amp;nbsp; Take a few minutes to closely
   examine the image before you &lt;a href="http://illumineering.com/blog/content/binary/source%20image.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color=#ffa500&gt;click
   the link&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   Was it anything like you thought it would be?
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
   I'll be posting these before/after photomanipulations periodically.&amp;nbsp; Be sure
   to visit illumineering discussion frequently to test your identification skills!
&lt;/p&gt;
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        <p>
      Can you guess what the original image used to create this kaleidoscope is?  I'll
      post it tomorrow.
   </p>
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          <img height="300" alt="photo manipulation.jpg" src="http://illumineering.com/blog/content/binary/photo%20manipulation.jpg" width="300" border="0" />
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      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2005 23:47:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;
   Can you guess what the original image used to create this kaleidoscope is?&amp;nbsp; I'll
   post it tomorrow.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align=center&gt;
   &lt;img height=300 alt="photo manipulation.jpg" src="http://illumineering.com/blog/content/binary/photo%20manipulation.jpg" width=300 border=0&gt;
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