bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

Imperfect Produce

April 19th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

There’s a new startup — Imperfect Produce — that will send you boxes of imperfect produce that normally gets thrown away, all for half the price of what you would pay for flawless fruits and vegetables at the grocery store. I can reflect on this whole idea for less than ten seconds and still be Moved. What kind of world would this be if we threw away our imperfect humans? Aren’t we ALL a little bit imperfect produce? DON’T WE ALL DESERVE TO BE IN A SALAD OR LEAST A FEW DAYS OF LIFE AS DECORATION IN A WOODEN COUNTERTOP BOWL WHILE WE ROT?

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a QUIET place

April 18th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Dear people behind me eating popcorn SO LOUDLY during A Quiet Place:

IT’S A QUIET MOVIE. IT IS LITERALLY CALLED A QUIET PLACE. YOU ARE SUMMONING THE SOUND MONSTER WITH YOUR GROSS MOUTH AND I’M ALREADY SO SCARED AND OH GOD WHY DID I COME SEE THIS BEAUTIFUL MOVIE ALONE ALSO CAN I PLZ HAVE SOME POPCORN

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I JUST CANNOT WITH CANTON

April 15th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

About a year and a half ago, friend Erin moved from Queens back down to North Carolina, in search of a more sustainable creative life. She’s from Yadkinville, near where I’m from, but she chose to hunker down in the NC Mountains, which is basically the world’s largest antique store, but all outside, and it also sells Mountains and Sunsets and airbrushed T shirts. Yesterday, she showed me the nearby town of Canton, which she’d fallen in love with, and NOW ME TOO.  Erin had become fascinated by it but had yet to find anyone who saw it like she did, and as she drove us through, I LEPT OUT OF MYSELF. It’s not even that it’s a charming small town. It’s such an odd combination of things, at once in various stages rebirth and decay. It looks like the inside of my head when I used to write stories in college about buses who were actually people and the girls who rode them. It’s like a set designer designed all of it except that NO ONE EVER COULD BECAUSE IT’S TOO REAL.

It’s got everything:  a massive and creepy and stunning, post-apaclyptic paper mill THAT SUPPLIES ALL OF THE COUNTRIES MILK CARTONS:

Crumbling brick buildings next to carefully planned spring flowers,

ABANDONED CHRISTIAN ACADEMIES,

ARBRITRARY WHIMSICAL AND CAREFULLY CRAFTED SIGNAGE:

BIBLE THEMED BAKERIES,

But most specially, and most significantly, it’s got me E, who I think just might be the new Heart of the town, if not Mayor, and so I’ll definitely be back.

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Plays everywhere, everywhere

April 14th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Because TV hiatuses are for theater, after Chicago, I hightailed it on down to Waynesville, NC to see my friend Erin in a play (one of my favorite of Sarah Ruhl’s, In the Next Room or the Vibrator Play, in which Erin brilliantly plays a nurse with AHEM SPECIAL SKILLS AHEM.) And so Again, I remind you and myself, theater is not just in NYC and LA, it is EVERYWHERE. People love it everywhere, people make it and see it. Today it’s in this massive and beautiful barn structure tucked in the mountains of Western NC:

Before you step inside to learn about the historical origins of the vibrator and female hysteria, you can first pop into the adjoining bistro for fried green tomatoes or collards or corn bread or wine or crab salad or WHO ASKED YOU, OR? HOW BOUT ALL OF IT.

WHERE IS THE TRAVEL SHOW THAT GOES TO PATRON INDEPENDENT THEATER COMPANIES ALL OVER THE COUNTRY? WHERE IS IT? OBVS IT’S CALLED PLAY BY PLAY AND IM THE HOST

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Baby’s first Colorist

April 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Up until yesterday, the only colorist in my life had been Box of Féria from CVS in 1998 (she’s VERY hard to book, book NOW, or maybe just go to CVS?) but then a few weeks ago, I finally realized that it’s not just that all Women in LA just so happen to have bright and shiny hair, the colors of various sands and sunshines and trees, but that they actually all give their life savings to people called Colorists, who are ALSO beautiful people with beautiful hair, who paint your hair like Monet while you sit there patiently like hungry Art. My Colorist, which is how I start sentences now, ‘brightened and Funned me up,’ which for a Colorist, is a verb. I kinda look exactly the same but also I somehow feel more together, more like a woman who drinks green tea when she’s hungry. I was warned I’ll get obsessed, but for now, I think I’ll just enjoy walking around like a person who has a Colorist, saying things like ‘my Colorist has those shoes’ and ‘I’ll stop talking about MY Colorist when you stop talking about yours’ and ‘I don’t care if you’re just my Colorist I also consider you to be one of my best friends’ and ‘WHATEVER, I HAVE TOTALLY NOT BEEN ALL FULL OF MYSELF EVER SINCE I WENT TO THAT COLORIST;’ etc.

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Shelf life

April 11th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on Things in my House: the corner shelf that Morrison just hung in our living room, upon which he placed small but significant sweet nothings, including but not limited to MY HEART AND HOPES AND DREAMS OF A GROWN UP HOUSE, NOW FULLY REALIZED.

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Bright Copper Kettles

April 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on CRACKER, WHEN WE’VE BEEN OUT OF TOWN AND CRACKER IS FULL OF NEEDS AND LOVE AND SO HE CLIMBS ON TOP OF ME IN THE MORNING AND SHOVES HIS FACE INTO MY HANDS UNTIL I PET HIM. THAT IS MY ONE FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD. Bright paper packages tied up with string, also okay.

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Hawaii Person

April 8th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

It only took me 35 years to get my long butt to Hawaii, and now that I have, I am now and forevermore a Hawaii person. (Our flight back was delayed 2 hours and we seconds from deciding to basically move there instead of just wait in the airport.) It’s stunning, soothing, tropical yet familiar, seemingly missing a lot of the nonsense of the regular world while still functioning. I need to go back yesterday. As a Hawaii person, I will talk about my trip to Hawaii at any given opportunity, I will steer all conversations towards Hawaii, I will crush macadamia nuts over all of my salads, I will wistfully sip pineapple Juice and think of it, I will spend my time planning next trips to it, money will be Hawaii money and Not Hawaii Money, there will no Time, only Hawaii and Not Hawaii.

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Long lost treat

April 6th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Hawaiians do this beautiful, inevitable thing called Shave Ice that is NOT a slushee but actually shaved ice with sugar water flavors and ICE CREAM INSIDE OF IT ALL (pictured above: mango, pineapple and passion fruit with macadamia nut ice cream inside and a headache three hours later inside of THAT.) All of this is kinda neither here nor there, EXCEPT for the fact that at the Dairy Queen at Yaupon Beach were we went for our family reunion, they had a thing called a Mister Mistee, a slushee with ice cream inside of it, and I dreamt of it and wept for it and when they took it off the menu, I DEDICATED MY LIFE* to finding something like it in the world. Some 22 years later, I can finally rest, cuddled around a macadamia nut at the bottom of this Not Slushee.

* it’s possible I may have also set my sights on 1-7 other accomplishments BUT THIS ONE IS HUGE.

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How to travel on a budget

April 5th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

1.) travel

2.) bring some money

3.) SPEND ALL MONEY ON TROPICAL OUTFITS AND A SURPRISINGLY MOVING LUAU RELOCATED INTO A MASSIVE BALLROOM BECAUSE OF RAIN

4.) stuff the pockets of your tropical outfits with meats and breads, live off of this for rest of trip

5.) GOOD JOB YOU TRAVELLED ON A BUDGET

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