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	<title>Help with Cisco and Windows XP</title>
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	<description>Windows Server 2003 and Red Hat Enterprise Linux problems solved in Seattle, WA</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 23:35:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>This installation is forbidden by system policy.</title>
		<link>http://www.mailbeyond.com/this-installation-is-forbidden-by-system-policy</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 23:35:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Curreri</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Windows XP]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[	When installing some software, I got the error:
	This installation is forbidden by system policy.  Contact your system administrator.
	Make sure that windows installer service is running.  Also, there are local security policy settings and registry keys that can prevent you from running MSI files.  This was not problem here.  All I had [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>When installing some software, I got the error:</p>
	<blockquote><p>This installation is forbidden by system policy.  Contact your system administrator.</p></blockquote>
	<p>Make sure that windows installer service is running.  Also, there are local security policy settings and registry keys that can prevent you from running MSI files.  This was not problem here.  All I had to do was copy the cd to a directory on my hard drive and run the installer from there.  Violla!  Installation is no longer forbidden!  I believe that instead of the system policy being the problem, this program needed write access to the installation directory.
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		<title>Microsoft Word 2007 slow to alt+tab</title>
		<link>http://www.mailbeyond.com/microsoft-word-2007-slow-to-alttab</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 21:19:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Curreri</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Windows XP]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[	Wow, so this one stumped me.  If you have two Word 2007 Windows open at the same time, when you switch from one to the other, either by alt+tab or by viewing them side by side and clicking one then the other and you get the hourglass, then this might solve your problem.
	My clients [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Wow, so this one stumped me.  If you have two Word 2007 Windows open at the same time, when you switch from one to the other, either by alt+tab or by viewing them side by side and clicking one then the other and you get the hourglass, then this might solve your problem.</p>
	<p>My clients were having the slowdown after upgrading to Word 2007.  But we have Adobe CS2, and some clients that just have Adobe Acrobat 7 installed.  The problem is that there is an Adobe Pluggin in Word causing the slowdown, and not that Virusscan is scanning files for viruses on file opens or some other nonsense.</p>
	<p>To disable The Acrobat PDFMaker addin, follow these steps:</p>
	<ol>
	<li>Log in as Administrator.</li>
	<li>Open Microsoft Office 2007.</li>
	<li>Click the Office Button in the upper left.</li>
	<li>Click Word Options in the lower right.</li>
	<li>Click Add-Ins on the left.</li>
	<li>At the bottom, make sure &#8216;Com Add-ins&#8217; is selected in the Manage: drop down and click Go&#8230;</li>
	<li>Un-check &#8216;Acrobat PDFMaker Office COM Addin&#8217;  (Or whatever you think might be making Word 2007 slow).</li>
	<li>Click Ok.</li>
	<li>Close Word.</li>
	<li>Open Two Word Windows.  Now you can switch back and forth instantly!</li>
	</ol>
	<p>This will work for all users on the system!
</p>
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		<title>Order By with Union&#8217;s in MySQL</title>
		<link>http://www.mailbeyond.com/order-by-with-unions-in-mysql</link>
		<comments>http://www.mailbeyond.com/order-by-with-unions-in-mysql#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:45:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Curreri</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Web]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[	I&#8217;ve you&#8217;re just starting to play with a Union, then you might have gotten the error message:
	#1221 - Incorrect usage of UNION and ORDER BY
	You might be thinking: Whoa, hang on there!  Do you mean MySQL can&#8217;t order a Union?!  Oh, but it can!  First little issue I had was in realizing [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I&#8217;ve you&#8217;re just starting to play with a Union, then you might have gotten the error message:</p>
	<blockquote><p>#1221 - Incorrect usage of UNION and ORDER BY</p></blockquote>
	<p>You might be thinking: Whoa, hang on there!  Do you mean MySQL can&#8217;t order a Union?!  Oh, but it can!  First little issue I had was in realizing that you can put parenthesis around the queries.  So phrase your query thusly:</p>
	<blockquote><p>&#8220;(SELECT &#8230;) UNION (SELECT &#8230;) ORDER BY &#8230;&#8221;</p></blockquote>
	<p>Just be sure that your Order By includes only the column name.  Table.Column is going to get you another error!
</p>
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		<title>Adobe Contribute CS3 Doesn&#8217;t prompt to replace files.</title>
		<link>http://www.mailbeyond.com/adobe-contribute-cs3-doesnt-prompt-to-replace-files</link>
		<comments>http://www.mailbeyond.com/adobe-contribute-cs3-doesnt-prompt-to-replace-files#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 00:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Curreri</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Web]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[	In fact, Contribute is automatically generating filenames ending in _000 or _001 instead of opening a prompt to replace them when you try to make a link or publish them from your computer.
	The problem is that your role isn&#8217;t being allowed access to delete files.
	But Tony, does replace equal delete in this strange land of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>In fact, Contribute is automatically generating filenames ending in _000 or _001 instead of opening a prompt to replace them when you try to make a link or publish them from your computer.</p>
	<p>The problem is that your role isn&#8217;t being allowed access to delete files.</p>
	<p>But Tony, does replace equal delete in this strange land of Seattle in Washington?</p>
	<p>NO!  I mean YES!  It does, everywhere.  Because in order to replace something you sort of have to delete it first, then upload what you really want to be there.  Windows file serving permissions work in a similar way.</p>
	<ol>
	<li>Open Adobe Contribute CS3, as the Site Administrator.</li>
	<li>Click the &#8216;Edit&#8217; drop down menu, then &#8216;Administer Websites&#8217;, then click the site you want to edit.</li>
	<li>Click the role you want to fix, probably &#8216;Publisher&#8217;.</li>
	<li>Click &#8216;Edit Role Settings&#8217; on the right.</li>
	<li>Click &#8216;Folder/File Access&#8217; on the left.</li>
	<li>Under &#8216;File Deletion&#8217; Check &#8216;Allow users to delete files they have the permission to edit&#8217;.</li>
	<li>Click &#8216;Ok&#8217;, then &#8216;Close&#8217;.</li>
	</ol>
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		<title>Automatic Updates Forces reboot</title>
		<link>http://www.mailbeyond.com/automatic-updates-forces-reboot</link>
		<comments>http://www.mailbeyond.com/automatic-updates-forces-reboot#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 18:53:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Curreri</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Windows XP]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[	Have you seen this?
	
	My original solution was to extend the amount of time between &#8216;Restart Later&#8217; nags.  Of course now only the Administrator can use &#8216;Restart Later&#8217;.
	The solution now is two-fold.  I&#8217;m setting the updates to download and install automatically in the middle of the night.  If the user shuts off the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Have you seen this?</p>
	<p><img id="image64" src="http://www.mailbeyond.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/image001.jpg" alt="Windows Update Error" /></p>
	<p>My original solution was to extend the amount of time between &#8216;Restart Later&#8217; nags.  Of course now only the Administrator can use &#8216;Restart Later&#8217;.</p>
	<p>The solution now is two-fold.  I&#8217;m setting the updates to download and install automatically in the middle of the night.  If the user shuts off the computer at the end of the day, Window&#8217;s XP SP2 Automatic Updates will download and install the updates the next morning when the computer is turned on.</p>
	<p>So we still need to disable the auto-restart message.  That is done by:</p>
	<blockquote><p>To prevent Automatic Updates from restarting a computer while users are logged on, the administrator can create the <strong>NoAutoRebootWithLoggedOnUsers</strong> registry value in <strong>HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Policies\Microsoft\Windows\WindowsUpdate\AU</strong>. The value is a <strong>DWORD and must be either 0 (false) or 1 (true)</strong>. If this value is changed while the computer is in a restart pending state, it will not take effect until the next time an update requires a restart.</p></blockquote>
	<p>Thank you, <a href="http://blogs.msdn.com/tim_rains/archive/2004/11/15/257877.aspx">Tim Rains&#8217; Weblog</a>.
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		<title>Adobe Contribute CS3 gives &#8216;Access Denied&#8217; on root directory</title>
		<link>http://www.mailbeyond.com/adobe-contribute-cs3-gives-access-denied-on-root-directory</link>
		<comments>http://www.mailbeyond.com/adobe-contribute-cs3-gives-access-denied-on-root-directory#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 18:15:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Curreri</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Web]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[	Wow this had a simple answer.  I feel silly.  It all started when I made a custom 404 page, editing the .htaccess file and the Apache configuration.  I went into Contribute to make sure I could still edit files and found:
	Access Denied.  The file may exist, or there could be a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Wow this had a simple answer.  I feel silly.  It all started when I made a custom 404 page, editing the .htaccess file and the Apache configuration.  I went into Contribute to make sure I could still edit files and found:</p>
	<blockquote><p>Access Denied.  The file may exist, or there could be a permission problem.</p></blockquote>
	<p>When using Contribute to edit the root page of my site.  Pages in other directories were fine.  The pages in the other directories had the same file permissions!</p>
	<p>I thought it was possibly some server update I applied awhile ago that broke, or an Adobe Contribute misconfiguration.  I removed my connection to the site.</p>
	<p>When I added the connection back in, I got the browse folder dialog ok, and after I choose my sites root folder I got:</p>
	<blockquote><p>Contribute cannot verify your connection information.<br />/var/www/html<br />Please contact your administrator for assistance.</p></blockquote>
	<p>Rude!  Well after some investigation I found that Contribute CS3 writes tmp files to the root directory.  So I thought maybe Mod_Security was preventing writing or reading tmp files.</p>
	<p>NOPE.  The permissions for the root dir itself had been changed.  Possibly during an update, or when I ran this command:</p>
	<blockquote><p>sudo /sbin/restorecon -R -v /var/www/html</p></blockquote>
	<p><strong>At any rate, here is my solution:</strong></p>
	<blockquote><p>sudo chown staff:webauthors /var/www/html</p></blockquote>
	<p>Note: staff should be the name of the sftp user you have in contribute, and webauthors should be their group.  Make sure the owner has write permission of course.
</p>
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		<title>Changing VPN endpoint IP on the Cisco asa5505</title>
		<link>http://www.mailbeyond.com/changing-vpn-endpoint-ip-on-the-cisco-asa5505</link>
		<comments>http://www.mailbeyond.com/changing-vpn-endpoint-ip-on-the-cisco-asa5505#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 00:13:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Curreri</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Cisco]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[	There&#8217;s probably a &#8216;proper&#8217; way Change the IP address of your Cisco asa5505 endpoints.
	I have no idea what it is.  Why does Cisco make routine maintenance tasks difficult?  Oh well.
	Here&#8217;s the way I do it, which I think is really straightforward and easy.  It&#8217;s basically these steps:
	
	Download the complete configuration text file [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>There&#8217;s probably a &#8216;proper&#8217; way Change the IP address of your Cisco asa5505 endpoints.</p>
	<p>I have no idea what it is.  Why does Cisco make routine maintenance tasks difficult?  Oh well.</p>
	<p>Here&#8217;s the way I do it, which I think is really straightforward and easy.  It&#8217;s basically these steps:</p>
	<ol>
	<li>Download the complete configuration text file from the asa5505</li>
	<li>Do a find and replace on the VPN endpoints IP address</li>
	<li>Upload the new configuration and restart the asa5505</li>
	</ol>
	<p>Easy, right!  Here are the detailed steps:</p>
	<ul>
	<li>Put your computer behind the firewall.</li>
	<li>Start a TFTP server.  If you are running windows, you can download and install<a href="http://www.mailbeyond.com/uploads/ciscotftp11.exe">a Cisco TFTP Server</a> very easily.  There are linux servers for this too.</li>
	<li>Connect to the console.  I like using the blue console cable.  If you need to know how to do this, check out <a href="http://www.mailbeyond.com/restoring-factory-defaults-to-the-cisco-asa5505-firewall-via-the-console">the first couple steps here</a>.</li>
	<li>Type &#8216;ena&#8217; to enter enable mode.  You may need to enter your enable password.</li>
	<li>Type &#8216;copy running-config tftp:&#8217; to start the transfer.  The asa 5505 will ask you a few questions, like what is the IP of the TFTP server?  Conveniently, this is at the top of the TFTP server window. The entire exchange should look like this:</li>
	</ul>
	<blockquote><p>ciscoasa(config)# copy running-config tftp:</p>
	<p>Source filename [running-config]?</p>
	<p>Address or name of remote host []? 192.168.3.66</p>
	<p>Destination filename [running-config]?<br />
Cryptochecksum: 3e2fdd1f ba8792a1 11a9e4e7 f89d46dd<br />
!!<br />
4165 bytes copied in 1.290 secs (4165 bytes/sec)</p></blockquote>
	<ul>
	<li>The Cisco TFTP Server saves the uploaded file here by default: &#8216;C:\Program Files\Cisco Systems\Cisco TFTP Server&#8217;</li>
	<li>Open that file and replace all of the old IP&#8217;s for the VPN server with the new IP address.  In my file there were three instances.</li>
	<li>Make sure your TFTP server is still running, and enter &#8216;copy tftp: startup-config&#8217;, then answer the prompts.  If you try to replace the running config you&#8217;ll probably get errors.  For example:</li>
	</ul>
	<blockquote><p>ciscoasa# copy tftp: startup-config</p>
	<p>Address or name of remote host [192.168.3.66]?</p>
	<p>Source filename [running-config]?</p>
	<p>Accessing tftp://192.168.3.66/running-config&#8230;!!<br />
Writing system file&#8230;<br />
!!<br />
4165 bytes copied in 0.380 secs<br />
ciscoasa#</p></blockquote>
	<ul>
	<li>That&#8217;s it, now you just need to reboot the device <strong>without saving the running-config</strong>!  Type &#8216;reload&#8217;.</li>
	</ul>
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		<title>Dreaming of Jane&#8217;s Party</title>
		<link>http://www.mailbeyond.com/dreaming-of-janes-party</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 19:05:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Curreri</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[NaNoWriMo]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Jane was having a party next week for her birthday.  Rick really didn&#8217;t want to be grounded for that.  He campaigned with his parents all week to have his ban on visiting the outside lifted.  He washed the cars, mowed the lawn, twice, raked, shoveled, stacked, cleaned.  Clare was surprised at [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Jane was having a party next week for her birthday.  Rick really didn&#8217;t want to be grounded for that.  He campaigned with his parents all week to have his ban on visiting the outside lifted.  He washed the cars, mowed the lawn, twice, raked, shoveled, stacked, cleaned.  Clare was surprised at his energy, normally he just sat around and read books.  His long straggly hair cascaded down his face as he ran some mysterious liquid he brought home with him from school over her dull dining room table.  His weak muscles struggled to work the liquid into the furniture.  He must have picked this stuff up at a store on the way home, but she didn&#8217;t even know that they knew furniture had to be polished.  She&#8217;d never done it.

Clare was even more surprised by this energy because no one had told her he was grounded.  And though he didn&#8217;t have to do any of these things as part of his punishment, he wanted to show what a great son he was so that he could get probation from his sentence.

“What are you doing?”  She asked.

“Polishing, doesn&#8217;t it look nice?”  He responded, seeking approval.

“Well yes I can see you are polishing, but why?”

“Well I&#8217;m just doing what I can to help out around here.  Besides, I&#8217;ve been getting antsy from just sitting around reading.”

“You seemed content to do nothing but read before.”

“Well, I&#8217;m just feeling really good lately is all.”

“You&#8217;ve been like this since you went over to Bobby&#8217;s to study last week.  What&#8217;s going on with him?”

“What do you mean, mom?”

“I mean&#8230; is there anything you want to tell me?”  She asked.

“No&#8230; do you think&#8230; oh.”  He laughed.  “I didn&#8217;t spend the whole night with Bobby, we went over to Jane&#8217;s.”

Clare looked relieved.  “Oh, so what&#8217;s going on with Jane then?”  She put her arm around him and pulled him in close.

“Well she&#8217;s having a birthday party next week and&#8230;”  His voice trailed off, he didn&#8217;t want to explain that he was grounded.

“Haven&#8217;t you been invited?”  She pushed him away a little and looked into his eyes.

“No, it&#8217;s not that.”

“Do you need some money to buy her a present?”

Rick smiled.  “Well, yeah that would be nice.”

Clare scurried over to the door, and began to dig around in her purse.  She produced twenty dollars and handed it to him.  “Don&#8217;t tell your father.”

“Thanks Mom, and don&#8217;t worry—I won&#8217;t.”  He finished up the table and put his supplies away.  He didn&#8217;t know how to proceed now.


Rick knew why he had more energy lately.  He was sleeping through the night.  He knew that he dreamed several times a night, and he occasionally remembered them.  If he remembered one, it happened to be that his alarm woke him in the middle of it.  He could still feel the power he had over the universe when we woke up, it energized him and he didn&#8217;t have to buy a coke the second he got to school anymore.

What he didn&#8217;t know was how we was going to get out of being grounded.  If he let on to his mother now, she&#8217;d be enraged that he had lied to her, and he&#8217;d get in even deeper trouble.  His father was not one to bend on such things.  He made decisions in an instant, and he never deviated from them.  He really wanted to go to Jane&#8217;s party, but he wasn&#8217;t totally sure why.  There was stuff going on at her parents house, and he wanted to be there in case things didn&#8217;t go well.  But Rick knew that wasn&#8217;t his place, that he didn&#8217;t have to be there.  He just wanted to be.


Rick sat straight up in bed.  He could sense something was wrong, but what was it?  He couldn&#8217;t see clearly, his glasses weren&#8217;t on or something.  He stood up, and stepped into the car.  He was driving over to Janes house for the party, but he hadn&#8217;t gotten her anything!  He could show up completely empty handed, but why was he?  Could he have forgotten to buy something?  He was already most of the way there, no stores open past five out here in the middle of nowhere.  What could he bring?  He would stop at this gas station and buy some soda or something at least.

He glanced at the clock on his way out of the car.  Already an hour late!  How could he be so late?  He ran into the store and searched frantically for something appropriate to bring along, something that didn&#8217;t look like he picked it up at the last second at a gas station.  Something bright flashed in the corner of his eye.  He wheeled around on one heel and brought it into his vision.  A unicorn stood on a pedestal.  It was a small glass statue at first, then started to grow larger.  As it&#8217;s height climbed toward the ceiling, it moved it&#8217;s neck a little, then shook it&#8217;s beautiful head.  Lights in the store played off it&#8217;s shimmery glass surface and he was bathed in color.  He stood transfixed, he knew it was only a dream now, and that he had real problems in real life.

He ran toward the unicorn, now towering over his head.  There was a convieniently placed box of beef jerky or cherry pies or whatever that he jumped onto and launched himself from.  The unicorn turned and allowed him to land on his back.  Giant wings began to unfurl as the roof of the gas station melted away.  He was soaring through golden, red sunset skies.  He could see the ground below whip by in a blur.  He wasn&#8217;t worried, because he knew their final destination.

He started to hear yelling voices creep out of Jane&#8217;s home as it rushed toward them.  Rick&#8217;s unicorn mount leveled it&#8217;s gaze at the home and precisely melted the roof of yet another establishment.  The shingles peel away first, rolling down the incline and falling, limp, to the ground.  The timbers underneath flashed red and dissolved into nothingness.

Jane stood between two belowing figures.  A tall redish man, and a wispy stout woman.  The woman was not solid, and flowed throughout the entire room, landing occasional blows against the strong figure as Jane cowered in the middle.  Rick swooped in, and grabbed Jane&#8217;s arm, flinging her on the back of the unicorn as the translucent horse climbed rapidly away from the mayhem.

“Rick!  I&#8217;m so glad to see you!”

“I wouldn&#8217;t miss this for the world, babe.  Where to?”

“Whatever way you&#8217;re headed, I&#8217;m with you.”

“Great, I know just the place.”

The unicorn struggled against new heights, Rick focused dead ahead as the clouds parted and black sky appeared behind them.  He could feel how tenuous he sleep was now, could see the real world creeping in around the edges.  He feel so good with Jane triumphantly hugged against his back, powerful mount flexing between his legs.  A red disc grew large in an instant, and The unicorn touched down on the sandy earth.  Rick helped Jane down, and the unicorn neighed and flew away, unable to stay in one place though sad to leave his once exciting master.

Jane looked concerned when their ride moved off, but Rick sat her down on a surprisingly comfortable rock, and turned back to focus on the pale wispy sky.  He waved his arms a bit, and the earth became a large beautiful orb in the sky.  He sat down next to her, certain he would wake up at any time.  She hugged him and he hugged her.  Her golden hair tickled his face as she put her head on his chest.  He looked up at the filled sky and smiled as his eyes opened to that same world he stared at.


Rick slammed his locker at the first bell rang.  Jane slinked toward toward him.

“You going to make it tonight kiddo?”  She had her booked hugged to her chest, but she dug her shoulder into him and shoved him into the locker anyway.

“I wouldn&#8217;t miss it for the world, babe.”  He winked.  Jane looked at him funny, and he smiled.  “Yeah I&#8217;ll be there.”

“Ok, weirdo.  See you at seven.”  She hurried off to class.


After school, Rick had gave his mother back her twenty dollars.  He said that he didn&#8217;t want to be the only one to show up with a gift or whatever.  He said he&#8217;d just take along a bag of chips or something.  Clare smiled at him and took the money back.  Dinner was ordinary, the family sat in front of the tv and consumed without speaking as always.  It was nice to be together, and Rick was glad that Clare didn&#8217;t bring up the party or his crush on Jane.

It wasn&#8217;t until 7:15 that Clare got up and left the room.  Rick waited thirty seconds, and eternity, until he followed her.  She was puttering around in her sewing room room, obviously bored with the TV and looking for something else to do.

“Aren&#8217;t you going to that party tonight honey?”  Clare asked.

“Oh sure, I should be leaving pretty soon.”  Clare produced the car keys from her pocket—she normally kept them in her purse.

“Your father told me what happened.  Go to the party.”

“Oh.”

“I&#8217;m not real thrilled that you were going to work the keys out of me and speed off kid, but we&#8217;ll talk about that later.  Get out of here.”  She kissed him on the cheek.  Rick turned around and left the room and sneaked out the front door.  He&#8217;d intended to sneak to in the outside door to the garage, so that he wouldn&#8217;t have to walk through the room where his father was sitting, but the car was outside.

“Thanks Mom.”  Rick whispered to himself.  Clare heard him, she sneaked out behind him and was standing on the front porch.  He closed the door as quietly as possible and drove away.


Jane wondered where Rick was.  She had a few other friends there, and they put in a movie.  Her parents promised to stay in the basement that evening, where they had a &#8216;finished tv room&#8217;.  It was really just where they put all old furniture after they replaced it elsewhere in the house.  There was a guest bed, a couch, and an old TV assembled with vague order on the cold cement floor.  

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		<title>Falling asleap at the wheel</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 19:01:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Curreri</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Rick was pissed.  There was no reason that he should be falling asleep at the wheel.  His curfew was reasonable, it wasn&#8217;t that late.  His parents were in bed sure, but they retired just before 10pm.  He wasn&#8217;t going to pull right back onto the road, but he didn&#8217;t want to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Rick was pissed.  There was no reason that he should be falling asleep at the wheel.  His curfew was reasonable, it wasn&#8217;t that late.  His parents were in bed sure, but they retired just before 10pm.  He wasn&#8217;t going to pull right back onto the road, but he didn&#8217;t want to wake his parent either.

“I just need to sleep for a little while.” He said to himself.  Rick reclined the seat and closed his eyes.  Sleep didn&#8217;t come at first, as though his sleeping mind was afraid of what he&#8217;d do next.

Rick stared down at his skis.  When he looked beyond him, he saw the ground far below.  His chair lift was climbing, soaring into the crisp winter air.  It was cold, but the air was unnaturally still for his height.  He took off his glove and racked his fingers on the side of his face.  No feeling.  Rick couldn&#8217;t remember what came before this instant.  It was like the day was a blank slate until he was sitting on this chair lift.

He was sure this was a dream, and he knew what was supposed to happen next.  With no hesitation, Rick threw himself off the chair.  He had tunnel vision, Rick could only see a small amount of the ground and it came towards him slowly.  Rick struggled to gain purchase in the thin air.  His arms flailed wildly, useless.  Still staring at the ground, he forced himself to see more, to see the whole scene.  The ground seems to stand still as his terror lifted.  Was he floating?

Rick straight ahead, he could see treetops slowly growing wider.  He was falling at about the same rate as one would descend a staircase.  He looked back down, and watched as his feet lightly planted in the snow.  He was wearing running shoes now, but he wished that he was still wearing the skis he saw earlier.

He looked around, the sky was hazy and rays of light were starting to shine through.  The ski hill was completely empty.  There was still some slope below him, so he took a running start and slid on his chest down the hill.

What fun!  He slid so well!  He spun over and started to slide down on his back.  He put his hands behind his head and just watched the sunlight spread, the sunbeams combine at they cut through the clouds.  His mind was open now.

Rick slowly opened his eyes. Light was beginning to beam up around the edges of the horizon.  What time was it?  He clicked the volume control on the radio, and the time flashed out in bold LED letters: 4:54.

“Holy shit!”  Rick&#8217;s hand flew to the ignition and started the car.  A few cars were already speeding down the highway.  He stared into the mirrors frantically looking for an opening, and sped home.

Rick pulled into the garage and stepped inside the house.  His father was just coming down the stairs when he walked in the kitchen.  Rick&#8217;s dad looked vacantly toward the upstairs, then let his eyes rest again on his sun.

“What, what are you doing up?”  He asked.

“Um, well&#8230;” Rick contemplated the possible lies.

“Are you just getting HOME?”

“I know!  I was falling asleep at the wheel, so I pulled over to take a nap, and slept the whole night!”

Ricks dad gave him a hard look, then gave a little shrug and moved past him.

“You could have called us, you know.”  He said on the way to the bathroom.

“I know, dad, I know.”

“You&#8217;re grounded anyway, just in case you&#8217;re lying to me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I mean I&#8217;m glad you pulled over and everything, but if I let you off for breaking curfew then you&#8217;ll do it all the time, and give me this excuse.  No dying should be all the reward you need for doing the right thing, son.”

“This is so unfair!  I can&#8217;t help it if I&#8217;m tired!”

“You better start getting ready for school.  Tell your Mom you got up early, I don&#8217;t want her worrying about you.”

Ricky saw the logic in that, he didn&#8217;t want to have this discussion with his mother as well.  He couldn&#8217;t get over how weird it was that he slept the whole night in a car, he didn&#8217;t remember the last time he hadn&#8217;t woken up during the night, and he normally slept in his comfortable bed.

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		<title>Rick, he&#8217;s Rick now.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 05:34:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anthony Curreri</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Clare believed that if he slept in his parents bed all the time he&#8217;d grow up funny.  He&#8217;d be a little strange little kid.  She didn&#8217;t want that.  She wanted her son to grow up to be a stong man and do great things.  Not the kind of man who runs [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Clare believed that if he slept in his parents bed all the time he&#8217;d grow up funny.  He&#8217;d be a little strange little kid.  She didn&#8217;t want that.  She wanted her son to grow up to be a stong man and do great things.  Not the kind of man who runs from a fight.

Still, he did do this pretty often.  Maybe she should see the doctor or something.  She hated doctors.  They never did anything useful, and when they did it was either to dig around inside your or give you some drugs.  She didn&#8217;t want her son to be drugged up.  He was lazy enough as it was, she couldn&#8217;t imagine what he&#8217;d be like if we was doped up on drugs all the time.

She slowly climbed out of bed, and put on her bathrobe. She climbed down the creaky stairs and put a pot of coffee.  She was the only one who drank it, so she didn&#8217;t often make a whole pot.  But this morning was no morning for microwave stuff.  Ricky&#8217;s father came stumbling down the stairs.

&#8220;Do we have company?&#8221;  He asked.

&#8220;No, what?  Why?&#8221;

&#8220;Well who are you making the coffee for then?&#8221;

&#8220;Just get ready for work.&#8221;  He muttered under his breath and walked off.  It wasn&#8217;t like she was having a cigarette.  Now that was a winning idea, she should have a cigarette!  Why not?  Her husband stumbled back into the room, wearing nothing on his lower half, a dress shirt, his face completely lathered in shaving cream.  Men.

&#8220;Hey, was Ricky in our bedroom last night?&#8221;  He asked.

&#8220;Yeah, he wanted to sleep with us again.&#8221;

&#8220;But he didn&#8217;t.&#8221;

&#8220;No, I told him to go sleep in his room.&#8221;

&#8220;You know, I&#8217;m not sure it would hurt if once and a while&#8230;&#8221;  He stopped when they heard Ricky bounding down the stairs.

&#8220;Hi Mom, Hi Dad!&#8221;

&#8220;Well aren&#8217;t you chipper this morning, son!&#8221; Dad exclaimed.  Ricky nodded.

&#8220;Have a seat at the table, honey.  What do you want for breakfast?&#8221;  Clare asked.

&#8220;Pop tart!&#8221;

She went towards the pantry.  She should have tried something healthier, but she felt too guilty. &#8220;How did you sleep last night?&#8221;

&#8220;I had some bad dreams.&#8221;

&#8220;What about?&#8221;

&#8220;I don&#8217;t remember very well.&#8221;  He lied. &#8220;But I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ll have any more.&#8221; Ricky&#8217;s father noticed the clock and hurriedly pat his kid on the head on his way out of the room.

&#8220;What don&#8217;t you think you&#8217;ll have any more dreams?&#8221; Clare asked.  &#8220;You do intent to sleep, don&#8217;t you?&#8221;

&#8220;Yeah, mom, duh everyone has to sleep!&#8221;

&#8220;Well how are you going to keep from dreaming?&#8221;

&#8220;I&#8217;m just not going to anymore.  Not another dream for me!&#8221;

She laughed. &#8220;You have to dream honey.&#8221;

&#8220;No I don&#8217;t!  I won&#8217;t do it anymore.&#8221;

&#8220;Ok son, whatever you say.  Here&#8217;s your pop tart.&#8221;


Ricky walked through the forest.  It was dark, but that was all.  It should have felt damp and cold too.  It seemed menacing and all, but details were lacking.  The trail he was seemed to wind even deeper into the forest.  He wondered why in the world he would want to walk deeper into the forest.  It was a little scary looking.

Then next to him he saw some movement.  When he turned to look there was a furry little bear creature thing.  It wasn&#8217;t exactly a bear, it had fangs sticking out of it&#8217;s very sharp pointy snout.  It&#8217;s head was too round.  Like a basket ball.

“Who are you?”  Ricky asked.

It smiled.  Not in a friendly way.  It smiled to display row upon row of fangs.  It wasn&#8217;t standing next to Ricky anymore, it was suddenly on the path behind him, snarling ready to pounce.

Ricky woke up.  He sighed.  Another bad dream.  He had what seemed like dozens of them every night.  He assumed he had good dreams too, he could just never remember them.  He probably would if he woke up in the middle of them, like he did all his bad ones.  Eventually his eye&#8217;s started to drift closed again.

Ricky and his Mom were walking towards a store.  The store was out in the middle of nowhere, there was no vegetation nearby, only a dust road.  The entrance to this store had two very strange looking statues on either side.

“Where are we going?”  Ricky asked.

His mom didn&#8217;t say anything.  They were walking anymore, they were apparently surrounded by people the entire time.  Ricky knew his father was inside.  The statues were like turnstyles, they stood guard on either side of the entrance, but their giant swords lifted to let people in.  The statue on the right for people going in, the one on the left for people coming out.  Both the in and out line moved very slowly.  There were crowds of people all around.

Ricky started to get a little scared.  He didn&#8217;t know where he was, and there were people all around him, on all sides.  There was nowhere he could run.  But his Mom was there, and his father was just inside.  When his Mom got to the turnstyle it opened right up for her, and she walked through.  Ricky stared to walk through too, but the giant sword started to swing down on him, as Ricky looked up toward it.  He woke up.

His heart thumped hard in his chest.  Slow, but hard.  He was glad he could wake himself up in time, but it had still taken him by surprise.  Ricky was a little wreck.  He wasn&#8217;t afraid of things anymore, but he just could not get a good nights sleep.



Rick pulled up outside Mike&#8217;s house.  He got out of the car he borrowed from his mother.  He only newly had his license, he was still surprised when he looked back at the car in the driveway, both that there was no one in the drivers seat waiting for him, and that there were no dents on it.

He felt terrible.  He got sick pretty often but this wasn&#8217;t even that.  He was just tired.  He didn&#8217;t remember the last time he got a good nights sleep.  Even when he rang the door bell his eyelids drooped a little bit.

Mike opened the door.  “Hey.”

“How&#8217;s it going?”  Rick looked up.

“Fine.  Dude, you know you can just come in.  What&#8217;s with this doorbell crap?”  He still stood in the doorway.

“Well, yeah well I thought maybe you were eating or something.”

“Whatever dude, get in here.”  He turned away from the door and Rick followed him inside.

“What&#8217;s going on?”  Rick asked when they got to his room.

“Nothing man, did you do those first eight questions?”  Rick handed him the study guide.

“Are you serious?  You have like one word answers for every question.”  Rick stared at him, listlessly.  “How are we supposed to study from this?  I mean I don&#8217;t understand what &#8216;Nicaragua&#8217; means.  Like yeah, it&#8217;s a country and all but I don&#8217;t know anything about it.  Except that it&#8217;s apparently the largest exporter of coal in South America, because that&#8217;s what he question is asking for.  I don&#8217;t even think that&#8217;s right.”

“Oh, ok.  Well I guess I should look that up.”

“Fuck. You&#8217;re my friend and all but shit I need to study for this test, not read the book.”  The irony was not lost on Rick.

“What are you saying?  I&#8217;m saying that we should call up Jane.”

“Well yeah, Jane probably has all the answers, but she&#8217;s like on the other side of the county.  It&#8217;s like 30 minutes away.”  Ricky looked tired.

“That&#8217;s why you&#8217;re going to drive so that I can study on the way over.”  Mike chuckled.

Rick laughed to.  “Yeah, and you don&#8217;t have your license, dork.”  Ok lets go, we can call her on the way over.


It was really all Rick could do to stay away most of the time anyway.  But Mike reading the text book out loud as he drove wasn&#8217;t really helping.  His eyelids started to become very heavy.  He opened the windows, and cool night air rushed in around them.

“Rick, what the hell?”

“You&#8217;re putting me to sleep over here, I need to do something.”  Rick explained.

“Ok, fine it&#8217;s quiz time then buddy.” Rick sighed Mike searched through his flash cards until an evil smile came over his face.  “You asked for it.  Name the president pro tem of the governance of kikanikabikanado.”

Rick laughed, “Dude, whatever that&#8217;s not even a place.”

“I had you going there for a second.”

“No you didn&#8217;t.  Oh thank god, we&#8217;re here.”

Jane was waiting on the porch.  She looked nice in her puffy pink wool vest, but it seemed a little cool to be hanging out outside.  Rick turned off the car, and they got out.  Jane stood up.

“Hey boys.”

“Hey Jane.  Nice night out isn&#8217;t it?” Rick lied.

“I just needed some fresh air.” She laughed.  “Lets go to my room.” Jane added hastily.  She started walking around the house.  Mike and Rick knew that she had a door to the outside in her room, and they were also good enough friends to know that there was a reason she&#8217;d prefer that over the front door.

Mike and Rick were both quiet when they got in Jane&#8217;s room.  For this she was thankful.  They studied quietly.  Mostly Mike jotted down her answers to the study guide, which of course were flawless, complete and neatly written.  Rick was distracted, he was worried about Jane.

Rick dropped Mike off at his house.  It was late and he was headed home.  Only 20 minutes to get home, 15 if he took the county highway.  He was exhausted, so he opted for the highway.  There wouldn&#8217;t be any cars on it, it was so late at night.

The yellow lines seemed to get longer and longer and he drove faster and faster on the back roads.  He was racing against time, not much longer and he wouldn&#8217;t be able to stay away.  His lights illuminated only a few of the traffic dividing lines at a time, and they thrummed by rhymically.

The car started to drift.  Rick tried to correct it, but the car didn&#8217;t respond to his touch.  Soon it was several feet off the ground, then soaring over tree tops.  The windows were open.  No wait, the top was gone.  He didn&#8217;t even need the steering wheel anymore, the car just drove himself.  He knew he was dreaming, but this wasn&#8217;t a scary dream.  Then he remembered not wanting to fall asleap.  He woke up to see the concrete divider very close to the right side of his car.  He jerked the wheel to the left and the car squeeled as it took back it&#8217;s lane.

Cold sweat dripped down his back.  He was hopped up on adrenaline now.  He&#8217;d pull over and call his parents like they told him too, but was so more alert now than he&#8217;d ever been.  Surely he could make it home now.

He sat up straight in the seat.  Squinted his eyes to see more clearly.  The pavement markings were bouncing around a little bit.  It was hard to see, but he was alert now and it was easy to stay awake.  So much adrenaline.

He was dressed like a card.  Not a card like &#8216;wow what a card.&#8217; but like a playing card.  He felt a little rediculous.  He could barely remember agreeing to be in this goofy show.  He had a big floppy hat.  He kind of liked the hat.  The curtain came up, but the two stagelights blinded him.  They were right in front of hiim, right in his eyes.  He couldn&#8217;t see the rest of the stage.  Rick was worried about walking right off the stage if he couldn&#8217;t see it, so he stayed put.  It felt a little like he was sitting down though, and what is this in his hands?

A steering wheel!  The truck blew it&#8217;s horn at him unceasingly, and he jerked the wheel to the right and went straight over into the shoulder.  He slammed the brakes, and the car quickly came to a stop.  The big rig grew smaller in his rear view mirror.

“Fuck.  Shit.  Fuck, fuck fuck.”  Rick didn&#8217;t know enough swear words for the occasion.

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