Dear Friends and Family,
We are just back from another trip around the sun and let me say it is good to be home. Virgin Galactic lost our luggage on the way back but I am optimistic that they will pick up its beacon before our bag spirals into the sun. And besides, I’d already uploaded all of the holograms we took so that only real loss is the suede jumpsuit that Marcia’s mom got me for Christmas last year.
And speaking of Christmas, the holiday season is virtually upon us again and I wanted to take this opportunity to update all of you on what has been going with the Rubin clan this last year. My Dad started this tradition way back in 2009 and I’ve tried to continue it each year because like him, I think it’s important that everyone we know or have ever heard of is made aware of all of the wonderful things that have happened to us over the course of the year.
Alas, this year I must open with some sad news. Dad is no longer with us. We moved him into a special facility on Luna earlier this year because quite frankly, his fame and ego were getting to be too much for us to handle. And besides, the low gravity will do him some good; he’s always complaining about back pain and it should be significantly improved in 1/6th gravity. He took it in stride, I think. He is busy working on his next novel, a science fiction thriller about about a family who tries to get rid of their patriarch by sending him off to the moon. We still tweet with him almost every day. I find he is much easier to take in 140 character chunks. Mom went with him and she apparently loves “their condo in Mare Imbrium” as she refers to it.
It is hard to believe, but I turned the big Five-Oh back in June. Of course, I feel like I’m twenty, but Zoe, who turned twenty this year keeps reminding me that I am not. Zoe is beginning her junior year at Princeton and majoring in “singularity studies” which I have no chance of understanding. (Frankly, I don’t believe she or her professors understand it either, but that’s just my opinion.) Zane turned 18 this year and has just completed his first semester at Julliard, where he is majoring in virtual musical performances. (“Rock Band,” I call it. Kids these days…)
Marcia appears to be following in her father-in-law’s footsteps. Earlier this year, she got a major book deal and the very next day, she did something she’s always talked about doing. She walked into her bosses office and said, “Marty, I’ve been here for nearly twenty years and I’ve really liked working here. The people are wonderful and the job is, for the most part, interesting. But I’m afraid I must give me notice. You see, I can no longer afford to word here. With this latest book deal I simply make too much money as a writer.” So Marcia is now self-employed, or put another way, she’d her own boss. (She’ll claim she’s my boss, too, but don’t let her fool you. We all know who wears the kilt in this family.)
As for me, not much has changed. I’m a year older of course, and I’ve added a few hundred million frequent flier miles to my account. With both the kids away at school and Marcia now her own boss, we are planning on traveling a bit more. We’ve already booked a cruise to Venus in 2060, and some friends are trying to talk us into seeing the ruins of the alien city on Titan in 2061. I really can’t think that far ahead.
I hope that your year has been as blessed as ours and that your holiday season is filled with friends, family, and lots of alcohol holiday cheer. As you can see in the background, Mom is impatiently waiting for me to finish this hologram so that she can put in her favorite holiday movie, Love, Actually, yet another Rubin holiday tradition. (Can you believe that picture is not even 3-D, let alone interactive!?) It’s been wonderful seeing you all and I look forward to hearing from you in the new year. And as Dad used to say…
“With love and kisses,”
Zachary, Marcia, Zoe and Zane