Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Only two days...

...until my trip to Boston/NY. My company has graciously allowed me to travel to Boston to do a little recruiting. Very exciting. And while I'm there I'll be taking a trip to NY to see the family. Now I get to see my family, some grad school friends and some high school friends. Gotta love weekends like these.

Actually, I'm just curious to know what an interview feels like from the other side. Beware the wrath of interviewer Dave!!! Bwah-ha-ha-ha!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

A rose by any other name...

To all my faithful readers out there, I have something to confess. You've spent your precious time reading through my anecdotes and rants and raves and general incoherentness and I never had the decency to be honest with everyone. You see, my name isn't actually "The Rube". Nor is it just "Rube" or any derivative thereof. My name is Dave. Dave Rubin. Hello, it's good to meet you.

I bring this up due to something that happened to me the other day. Perhaps some of you share similar stories and I'd love to hear them if you do, but this is my version. As you can imagine, there are no shortages of guys named "David" in this world. It's a great name, biblical, of course, and no one can resist the temptation to use it to label their newborn sons. What it lacks in originality it makes up for in simplicity, with an undertone of history and a touch of nostalgia.

Being a popular name, it should come as no surprise that another friend of mine is also named David. Of course, you're thinking to yourself "how can someone get your, and only your, attention when, upon calling the name 'Dave', two heads turn around?" The answer, as you may have expected, is to use my last name: Rubin. Even the name Rubin has, over time, lost it's flair and has morphed into a variety of flavors.

What I find interesting, however, is how quickly my nicknames become the norm. No longer am I Dave. I am now Rubin. "Have you spoken to Rubin?" "How's it going, Rubin?" And my favorite: "Have you two met? No? Oh, this is my friend Rubin." Can you see where this is going? Yes, it seems that my friends have become so accustomed to calling me by my last name that my first name has lost all relevance. My parents, so proud of their decision to name me after the great biblical king (and my great-grandfather) have no idea that their decision was in vain. All that being said, I have no issues with this nomenclature. What I find most entertaining, though, is that there are some people out there who believe my first name is actually 'Rubin'. That's how I was introduced to them and that's how they know me. They have no reason to believe otherwise and I have no reason to change their reality.

Now, as Shakespeare so eloquently pointed out, a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet (pardon me if I butchered that one). In otherwords, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, regardless of what you call it, it's still a duck. But I began to wonder, is this really true? Is a name immaterial? Does it have no bearing on the fundamental relationship between an object and the world around it? Perhaps not always.

I am Rubin. I am The Rube. I am Rubey. They're nicknames, and everyone loves a nickname. It means that you're one of the gang. A compadre. You're finally "in". You mean enough in certain people's lives that they took the time to come up with something to call you and it stuck. It's endearing. On the surface you accept it for what it is: just another label to which you respond when you hear it yelled across the room. I bet that you couldn't find a single person who, if you dig deep enough subconsciously, doesn't cheer up in even the slightest fasion when they hear this term of endearment from a friend. That's just how we are as humans.

We may look like ducks and we may sound like ducks, but I know at least one of them who'll answer to "The Rube."

-Dave


(everyone acts goofy sometimes, even The Rube)

Friday, April 14, 2006

Let's narrow it down...

Here are some basic guidelines to use while determining if an online "match" is actually a good one:

1) She is not taller than 5'5". I recently got "matched" to a girl who is 5'9". I have nothing against women taller than me but, really, the mechanics would be mind boggling.

2) She doesn't mention anything about "finding a man". The phrase itself, "a man", makes me think that the concept of a man is more important than who the person actually is. Yes, I am a man, but I'm more than that and it's about time someone notices :)

3) She's not looking for a God-fearing man. As far from being religious as I am, I have nothing against someone who has a strong faith. However, if your goal is to fear God, then you must not have a very nice God and I'd rather stay out of his circle.

4) Her profile lacks photos of her posing on the hood of any kind of motored vehicle. That's only attractive in White Snake videos and it comes to close to a twisted NASCAR fantasy.

I recently signed up for eHarmony on the assumption that, if the less expensive dating sites are n't doing me any good, I'm probably just not spending enough money. eHarmony took care of that no problem. Now, if eH can just take these four criteria into account I'll be finding the love of my life in no time. It's about time I find myself a woman.


Monday, April 10, 2006

It happened again.

I went to sleep wearing a t-shirt (can you see where this is going?). This morning I woke up in a sluggish daze, with the feeling that the weekend had not yet passed, and my t-shirt no where to be found.

I discovered it bunched up into a ball on the floor of my bathroom. I don't know what I do when I sleep but apparantly it makes me warm.

Friday, April 07, 2006

And I wonder why I'll be eternally single...

The other day a friend was explaining to me that, although she had missed the latest round of cuts at her relatively new job, she had been receiving numerous calls from headhunters and other such holders of employment givers. She isn't sure how these people have acquired her name and phone number, but it appears that they are trying to scoop up those ex-employees who might be looking for a new career. They haven't received the memo that she still has a job.

My friend was pondering this at loud over a beer. Why, she wondered, was she being offered so many jobs when it took her a considerable amount of time to find the one she currently holds. I proceeded to explain that jobs are like women. When you need one, they're no where to be found but the minute you get one, the rest come out of the woodwork and they're throwing themselves at you. I received a quizzical look at this that I interpreted to mean that, although subconsciously she agreed with my statement, on the surface she was midly disgusted with the analogy.

No need to wonder any more.


New Paltz, NY (One of my favorite places)

Thursday, April 06, 2006

All the way to the bank...

I just want to think all my friends tonight who graciously allowed me to pocket their money in our weekly poker game. My skill was unpredecented, my hand was hot, and my wallet was full. Good times.

Instead of my usual photograph (usual in the sense that I've done it for a few days now) I'd like to post what may be the defining page in the textbook to be eventually titled "The History of the Rube". It was done by the ever so talented Colleen and, with her eventual permission (I hope) I present it here for everyone to enjoy and wonder what I was doing on a stage in my sweatpants.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

There's always tomorrow...

The Astro's sucked a big one today. I'm talking huge. They lost 11-2, and to make it worse, Andy Pettitte, who has a special place in my heart for being an ex-Yankee, more or less bent over and took it up the pooper with the way he pitched tonight.

Looking forward to game 3.

Random photo of the day:

Monday, April 03, 2006

That's definitely one way of looking at it...

A friend of mine just informed me that Jesus was the original zombie. I mention this due to the upcoming Easter holidy (although Easter 'season' started a month ago). I know this puts me at risk of alienating all my Christ-believing friends (I like to call them 'Christians') but it does raise a very good point. Any man who dies then becomes re-animated is a zombie in my book, even if he may be the son of God.

In all fairness, though, I don't really believe that Jesus was the original zombie. The very notion is just ridiculous. Zombies pre-dated Christ by thousands of years...

Random photos of the day:

In honor of the Astro's opening night


In honor of dogs everywhere who may or may not be watching the Astro's opening night

Saturday, April 01, 2006

A little background

Now that you've seen the photos (or a small fraction of them, at least) I'd like to tell you about their origin. It's a long story so lean back, put your feet on the desk, grab a drink, and relax. This is going to be fun...

As I've mentioned before in the past, I belong to the Central Houston chapter an organization called Engineers Without Borders (give us money). In addition to my duties in this chapter, I am also the mentor to a student group at Rice University, which is currently working with a community called Piedritas in the state of Coahuila. For those of you who do not know your Mexican geography, Piedritas can be found about 30 miles south of Big Bend National Park. For those of you keeping score at home, that's more or less in the desert. Anyone remember that Far Side cartoon of the couple in a car, with the wife in the passenger seat with a big map entitled "Nowhere" and a sign on the side of the road that read: "Entering: The Middle"? That was me and my posse.

Anyway, the reason why we made the trip down there was to help this impoverished community gain some semblance of clean drinking water. They have a well though the water is less than clean with increased levels of various contimants including E. coli (that's bad). Our goal was to perform some water sampling, biuld a prototype filter, and take a lot of photographs. It just so happens that, as barren as the area is, it's surrounded by beautiful mountains and crystal blue skies. The full moon was only a bonus.

If you're an engineer and you are interested in having some impact on the world around you (and maybe bring a smile to a child's face) go to the Engineers Withour Borders-USA website to find a chapter near you. Otherwise, we can always use more cash. It's not easy by a non-profit organization these days.

And I promise that you'll get more of the Rube posts that I know you've grown to love over the past few months. They've been sparse and dry lately and I'll blame that on a lack of time to give you anything more interesting. But I will try because I have grown to enjoy this method of expression and I miss sharing my wisdom with all my loyal (and possibly misguided) fans and friends.

Until then, I'll continue posting some of my favorite photos (or at least the ones I've been able to transfer to my computer).

-Rube

Piedritas, Mexico

Seabrook, TX