Berberian's Blog

My Wife is Graduating from College!

No I’m not married to a 21 year old (although she looks closer to 21 than her real age) - Renee, my wonderful wife of 18 years, is graduating from the Colorado Film School this Saturday.

I can’t express how much pride I have in watching her achieve this goal. As an adult, committing yourself to a course of study with a full time job of taking care of everything a family throws at you is simply amazing. Not only did she accomplish all her courses but she got straight As and has a leg up in the film/TV industry simply by being more worldly and mature.

When she first started three years ago I was thinking, “Wow I couldn’t handle homework at this age.” But she did. She took the subject matter very seriously and made sure to cultivate great relationships with the faculty and other students.

Her hard work has been recognized at numerous student shows. Every semester over 800 student films are submitted and only 20 or so are chosen to be included in the student show. Every film she has been a part of has made it to the show and she’s won three awards including Best First Year Student Film, Best Film, and Best Producer.

On top of that, several of the working faculty members have gone out of their way to extend their networks in TV and film - introducing Renee to seasoned executives - something that they rarely if ever do for a student.

Looking back over the last 18 years I think our collective desire to keep learning new things has kept our relationship strong and interesting. And while we may pursue different passions as individuals - we always have a lot to talk about over dinner.

Awesome job Renée - just another reason why I love you so much!

Renée at 21.

Renee Today. See what I mean?

Bolder Boulder 2009

Another year, another Bolder Boulder. This one was very special for me - my amazing mom (age 73) completed the BB in about 2 hours - I'm really proud of her. When I asked her if she enjoyed it she said with a smirk, "No. I've done it and now I can cross it off my bucket list even though it was never on it!" That's my mom - she complains while she is having fun - or maybe we are having fun watching her complain. Nevertheless she is a trooper and is always trying new things (like zip-lining in the rainforest last year!). I hope I'm still as active as her at 73! Way to go mom!

Closure or Just Another Day

I went for a walk yesterday with my friend Jim. We stopped by the post office to get my personal mail and I noticed an envelope I have seen numerous times over the last two years but never opened (I’ve let Renee have the honors).

That envelope contains a check from the individual that hit us head on July 28th, 2003 (administered by the State of Hawaii). On that date, he was released from jail at 8:00am. He decided to get high on crystal meth and go for a drive. He walked away from the crash with minor injuries - impact speed of over 120mph – we didn’t.

Jim asked what I would do if I saw him. I thought about it for a split second and said, “Nothing. Maybe I would say something lame like, ‘What goes around comes around – have a nice life.’ I have no grudge – I don’t even know his name.”

Today I opened it (it is all he can afford to pay based on his life circumstances). As you can see he will remember us for a very long time – at least 100 years at this rate.

WTC from my hotel

Amazing day in NYC 4/17/08

What am I missing?

So I'm driving with my daughter and I turn on the radio – a song is playing that she likes, but because it is on "Dad's station" she switches the radio to her station. A few minutes later, the same song comes on her station and she is happy.

Peanut butter sandwich

My father spoke five languages before he learned English. Armenian at home, French in school, Arabic in the market, Turkish for swearing, and Spanish for the hell of it I guess. When he came to the States he only knew a few words but over time he mastered the language in his one way. He never really understood certain American colloquialisms and sayings; often he just made up his own expressions. I blame him for my low SAT scores on the verbal section. He'd say things like, "Six dozen one half the other" and "Feathers of birds flock." His favorite saying was completely made up, "It's your peanut butter sandwich." He would use this expression in situations when he overtly abdicated any responsibility for the actions one was about to undertake. "Dad, mom said I can't watch TV until I finish my homework but I want to watch this show and I promise I'll finish it after it's over?" Since mom dished out the punishments with a blue hairbrush he'd say, "It's your peanut butter sandwich."

The other day I see an email from my wife to our cabinet designer (we are remodeling our house). In the email she is firmly telling the designer to get her act together and she uses the expression, "It's your peanut butter sandwich". I totally get it but our contactor is befuddled and calls to understand what does this mean –"Why are you talking about sandwiches?"

My father passed away 10 years ago but his sayings live on.

Kick Ass?

So I'm catching up on some blogs and I notice a new post from my daughter (she's 12). She doesn't talk like that at home. Also notice the picture on her page – that's me cropped out. Funny stuff.

Addiction

The other day I was talking to friend about what to do when you find out someone close to you has an addiction problem.  His first reaction was one of mistrust – how could things ever be the same between them again?  He said things like, “He was high when we last talked.  I’ll help him but it will never be the same; I don’t know if I can ever trust him again.  If it weren’t drugs, I wouldn’t feel this way.” 

I have four people very close to me that all suffer from some sort of addiction (illegal drugs, pharmaceutical drugs, alcohol, and other stuff).  I’ve had to think about my behavior and what my reactions are upon hearing the news of their problem.  I had similar reactions to those above – but in time I learned that those thoughts are only about me and do nothing to help the person recover from their addiction. Whenever someone decides it’s time to come clean there are a lot of emotions around the table – anger, sadness, mistrust, cynicism, and hope.  However, hope is typically present in only small amounts – if at all.

People assume that the person screwed up to get into this condition – they’ve behaved like a screw up – so they’re only going to screw up this getting clean process and fall off the wagon.  So you immediately become very suspicious of an addict’s behavior right after they’re out of rehab or whatever.  I found that I had to work at burying by suspicion and focus my actions and conversations on being more supportive – they need help getting their lives together not a watchdog.  If they’re in a program they have sponsor that helps them with their addiction issues – since I wasn’t that person for anyone, my role way more to show that I still care for them and I want them to succeed.  It’s an absolutely difficult process to watch someone get clean – but once they do it’s like getting a new friend or family member that knows you well and has a passion for life that is invigorating to observe.

At some point a person either gets clean or they die (or disappears into oblivion which is the same I guess). You don’t know when that point is and if it is now, I would want to be there for them. No one I know (that I’m close to) has fallen off the wagon once they decided to get clean – but if they did I’d like to think I’d still be there for them – because losing them would be worse than them dying – I’d lose a bit of hope in people’s ability to change.