All About Tom Rubenoff - Well, Almost
Three Stages of Life
I am over fifty years old and am well into the third stage of life on this lovely planet. This is my story. Well, part of it, anyway.
Oh, the three stages?
- You're lookin' real good.
I am a husband and a father. I love my wife. My wife is the best. I am still trying to figure out why we had kids. Maybe the reason we became parents will become apparent after they grow out of their teens. That would especially include my 21-year-old son.
Seriously they all very fortunately have their mother's good looks, and they are all much more intelligent and talented then I am. So I am, I must admit, quite thankful that I have them, and love them very much, of course. Sigh.
I cringe a little to call myself this, but as I get older, I am becoming more and more philosophical, as is shown by my writing. I believe I have come to know certain truths about life in my short time here, but you are free to judge. My philosophy goes something like this:
God is beyond comprehension. God is infinite and eternal; we are finite and temporary. We do not have a frame of reference wherein we could understand God. People who think they understand God scare me. I think people who question the nature of God are on the right track. I believe in God because when I reach out for God in my thoughts, I find God. I do not judge anyone who does not believe in God, and I do not judge how a person's belief in God manifests itself, as long as that manifestation does not harm others. I do believe that a large part of the reason we are put here is to help each other. The main reason we are here, however, I think, is because we live out a reality of chance and surprise for the pleasure of a God who does not change.
Nothing is completely possible without its opposite. LIfe would not have the same meaning without death. Happiness would be lessened if there were no sadness. Peace exists because there is violence, war, and inner turmoil, for without these, peace would just be life. Our universe is a construct of opposites, and life is a process of picking our hazardous way between them.
No matter where you go. there you are. You can never escape yourself, therefore you must accept yourself. The greater love you have for yourself, the more love you can spare for others. Don't waste your time worrying about what people think. You will never really know what people think anyway. In fact, try not to worry about anything that is out of your control, because that is a waste of time, and time is life's most valuable commodity.
Door Hardware Salesperson
I was a locksmith for seventeen years, eleven of those years in my own business. My, my, how time flies when you're having fun. After that I went to a place that hires retired locksmiths, where I sit at a desk in a cubicle in front of a computer all day. It's like locksmith heaven. All day long I look up part numbers and help people figure out if this part goes with that part. I explain the difference between fail safe and fail secure, and why a stairwell door must be fire rated. Now time just zips by, let me tell you. Zip, zip, zip. I am very very lucky to have a job and I am very very grateful for it. Thank you very much.
Everyone on Hubpages is a writer, and so am I.
In addition to Hubpages, I write at other places on the Internet (links can be found on my profile page). I am also currently working on a book for a musical for my local Parent Teacher Organization and a novel.
The PTO musical is built to certain parameters. It must be funny, it must relate to our elementary school where it will be performed three times, it must have lots of lethal puns, it must have a main plot and several sub-plots and it must use popular songs (sometimes with the words replaced) to move the plot forward. Allthough songs may be suggested, the singers may pick their own songs. The main story is about an eighth grader who can't get to school on time. His songs will be of the Frank Sinatra variety. The first sub-plot is about three girls, two American and one Japanese. The Japanese girl is soon returning to Japan and her American friends are anticipating that they will miss her. The second sub-plot is about a lunch-money-stealing bully and his victim and their interactions with the Principal, Vice Principal, and School Counselor.
The novel is about two characters. One, a boy born to Jewish parents in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. When he is six months old, assassins are sent to Bethlehem after him, but his family is warned and they escape to Argentina. Later they move back to the United States and live in Nazareth, Pennsylvania. The boy is a man before he meets the other character.
In a car accident, the other man receives a head injury that warps his skull and leaves a circular scar on his temple, looking like a third eye. As he recovers, he develops a relationship with a minister and eventually hears the voice of God. He goes on to attain a degree in Christian theology and later becomes a candidate for President of the United States.
America is in decline, oil is running out and global warming is in full swing. The people are looking for someone to save them. Who will it be?
I love to ride my bicycle, I love to ride my bike. I love to ride my bicycle. I love to ride it where I like.
I do a lot of things because I like to ride my bike. Every bit of exercise I do because it will help me ride better. Most of my clothing purchases are for biking clothes. Almost all of my toys are cycling-related.
I try to commute the 15 miles to and from work as much as I can, and usually log at least 90 miles a week, April through half of November. After the weather turns nasty I put away my good bike and take out an old beater bike. Wheras my summer bike is all about momentum, my winter bike is all about inertia. My commuting time goes from three quarters of an hour to an hour and a half, and as the weather gets meaner, my mileage declines. As I've gotten older, biking with traffic in the dark in the freezing rain has gotten less and less attractive, and crosstraining with activities like snowshoeing, running or resistance training has become more enjoyable.
This summer will be my sixth time participating in the cycling fundraiser now called the Cape Cod Getaway on Cape Cod in Massachusetts. The event benefits the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. Cyclists raise funds and then bike 150 or 200 miles over two days from Quincy to Provincetown. If you are interested in learning about this event please visit my National MS Society page.
Next year, summer after this one, God willing, I hope to participate in a week-long, 550-mile biking fundraiser for the American Diabetes Association called The New England Classic.
Poetry is something it seems that I must do. Whatever I do, there always seems to be a phrase or an idea or a concept that demands a poem. So I write it and put in on Wordpress or on my personal web site. One of my poems was published in a collection of poems about September 11.
Occasionally I have read publicly at an open poetry reading, but not recently. I hope to do so again someday. There are some venues in my area.
I run an annual Poetry Night event at our elementary school for kids and their parents. It's fairly well attended. We have a good time, read some poems, eat some cookies - it is worth doing. I also do a poetry seminar for one teacher's 4th grade class there. We write a poem together. It feels like I am doing good work.
I was not raised Jewish, although I am of Jewish descent. I am a Jew by choice. I am a reform Jew. I believe that religion is there for the individual to take something from it, not vice versa. I believe in God. I believe that the 10 commandments may have been actually dictated to Moses, but mostly everything else was written by old Hebrew men and needs to be taken in context. Many of the principals are good, or can be modernized, however, so the texts are definitely worth studying. Also, many of the ideas are interesting and/or challenging.
My wife has served on the synagogue board of directors and all my kids have been through Hebew school and have had their Bar or Bat Mitzvah. I am going to deliver a D'var Torah, or sermon based on scripture, at my synagogue in May of this year. Each friday evening, our family lights the Sabbath candles and says the blessings. All in all one could say that we are fairly observant Jews.
Elsewhere I wrote a hub about the role music played in my life, so here I'll just mention that I went to college for 3 years for music and I play the trombone. Currently I play twice a year with other musicians from the local Parent Teacher Organization. We're HOT.
Music is like poetry in that it lets us feel and express things that we otherwise could not. Music is unique because it can communicate without words. Music and poetry are both greatly underrated forces in our lives.