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Yes, and…

Today on Alphabet City: Jon Paul’s return to the stage takes some oddball turns, but helps him in life.

Backstage before curtain time.

Last night I was unsuccessful in turning tricks on Coney Island (my pimp blamed my thighs).  I romanced a third date at Kentucky Fried Chicken (things got kinky over over gravy and cole slaw).  And I told a crowd of 70+ people in Chelsea all about my life-long eating disorder with peanut butter.   All in a night’s work when graduating from Level 1 Improv Class at The Pit-NYC.

Taking the class was part of my new year’s resolution to focus on fun, get back to performing—something I haven’t done since college, oh, say 20 years ago (ouch).  And boy did this deliver.  Like a drug, I’m hooked again, and already see the positive affects on my writing.  Big Kudos to Chef, Susan and Shannon who were my dutiful family and came (and laughed) at what times seemed like a Junior High Recital to me.

Self-portrait with two of my fav partners Clare & Cessa

Since I promised to check back-in and share with you progress on my resolutions—figured three months into it was a good place for a pause and share:

JPB 2010 Resolutions: UPDATE

ALPHABET CITY—#1) publish and sell 300 copies.  UPDATE: All right, so I way low balled this number.  It’s happening folks!  And it’s taking off in unexpected ways.  Look for me to roll through your city this summer on book club party tour.  THANK YOU FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL FEEDBACK!  If you haven’t bought your copy – hey, come on, help me out here!

Freelance Writing—score 4 assignments this year. UPDATE: Off to the Caribbean this morning for a feature story for Bon Appétit.  Sweet.  Or Savory, I suppose.

Blog Rhythm—try for 3 days per week.  UPDATE: Judging by the pulsing traffic, that seems to be working pretty well.

Espanol—Rosetta Stone staring me down.  UPDATE: Lo siento, folks, this is the one that’s snagging me again.  I did so well for a month and then my mind focused on other tasks.  But rather than beat myself up, just need to start making incremental progress.

Weight—get down to 145ish…UPDATE: amazing this is happening…I kicked my workouts into high cardio gear using iTrain workouts and am about 9 pounds shy of my ultimate goal.  That means I’ve lost a little over 10 pounds since I first posted this.  For the first time in my life, I actually enjoy Running – which I attribute to the workouts on iTrain.  Especially the instructor Grace – her mantra “Focus equals positive change” could be my mantra for this resolution special.

Keep on Cooking—UPDATE: Kitchen Knightmares has been shifting times recently, as I’ve become more comfortable and flexible in my approach.  I’ve got several recipes to share, just waiting for the right time.

Focus on Fun—Tennis, Yoga & Improv class.  UPDATE: Taking my racquet to the islands today; just finished a Yoga series; and well, you know what I think about Improv.

Sarah, the queen of Yes, and...

One of the tenets that our teacher Sarah Nowak at The Pit hit over and over again was “Yes, and…”  That when you are in a scene and your partner says something, you accept it and build on it—rather than deny it.  Yes, and…  It has an application beyond the whacky world of improv.  I like trying it on a daily basis—rather than make excuses for not doing things, I like the positive energy and attitude that comes with accepting suggestions and building on them.

My next task?  Saying yes, and to Spanish.  What about you?

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40, Love: Creamy, Not Crunchy

Today on Alphabet City: Jon Paul opens up about a life long battle with a quirky eating disorder

How is it possible that until last week I wasn’t aware that November is National Peanut Butter Lovers Month?  After all, I love peanut butter so much that I ate only that sticky brown goodness for an entire year when I was five years old.  That’s it.  Just creamy peanut butter spread on one piece of white bread, folded over, no jelly.  I insisted on eating that treat for every meal for twelve months.

I will eat it right out of the jar

My mother Gay (indeed, her real name) just went along with it until my regular check-up at pediatrician Dr. Moore.  He noticed an odd muscle deficiency for a child of my size.

“What’s he eating?” Dr. Moore asked.

“Peanut butter,” Mother replied.

“And what else?”

“Oh, that’s it.  Peanut butter for every meal.”

“Now Gay, you can just let him eat peanut butter.  You’re the mother.  You’re in charge!”

Rather than dig down to the root of my odd eating disorder, mother avoided it by making sure I avoided the addictive substance—she banned peanut butter from the house.

I didn’t come into contact with it again until I was a teenager and moved in with my father (a judge appointed by the nation’s second peanut farming president Jimmy Carter), stepmother and little three year-old half-brother James.  Fortunately for the newest Buchmeyer toddler, peanut butter addiction didn’t run in the family and he was allowed to have jars of it in the house for his lunch.  Now there was a serious problem—I devoured it before his nanny even had a chance to slather Welch’s Grape Jelly onto the bread.  Fortunately, my stepmother Chris performed an intervention and peanut butter once again disappeared from the shelves (or at least it was well hidden from my view).

Only a couple of times in college did I fall off the peanut wagon—mostly around times of high anxiety like exams, boyfriend break-ups, and late night post-theater rehearsal munchies.  But when I moved and became the star of Alphabet City in 1996, the stress just got to me.  With little money in my pocket, and combing the aisles of Key Foods for a food substance that would carry me through the end of the work week, I turned not to Ramen Noodles, but to Peter Pan.  That’s when things really got sticky. Continue reading


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