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

TULUMINATI

May 12th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

WELL-OILED, SECRET CLOAK WEARING SECRET SOCIETY THAT CONTROLS ALL ASPECTS OF MEDIA DEFINITELY INCLUDING BEYONCÉ,

OR

CONSPIRACY THEORY

OR

TWO GIRLS WITH DRINKS ON A BEACH

OR

JUST A PUN

YOU DECIDE

HINT: IT MIGHT BE ALL

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Stuff gringas like

May 11th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on I am determined to have as much fun as humanly possible before I go back to work: E and I are in Tulum for a few days and It’s perfect and beautiful and I think specifically designed for girls on who want to take Pictures of Things and then eat Tacos and look at their Pictures. It’s got everything!

HATZ

SALADZ

VW VANZ SPRAY PAINTED ALL WHITE

SO MANY REFLECTIVE SURFACEZ

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Trash.

May 10th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Caught this painting (caught? Do you catch a paining like you catch a movie, though NEITHER MOVE OR RUN?) at the Pasadena contemporary art museum last week — it’s massive, by Constance Mallinson, and contains SO MUCH GORGEOUS TRASH and I can’t stop looking at it:

I feel like the more I look at it, the closer I am to understanding something? PERHAPS THAT I MYSELF AM TRASH?

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Ooooh, tell somebody

May 8th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on WHY ISN’T DONALD GLOVER MY FRIEND, AND IF WE MET, WOULD WE BECOME FRIENDS OR WOULD I MUMBLE INTO MY HAIR ABOUT COOKIE DOUGH AND DIVERSE CASTING AND BLOW IT: I have now watched Childish Gambino’s This is America approximately 37 Times, so I can say with confidence (and authority? Sure!) that it’s brilliant. Specially because: when you watch it, you think to yourself, hey look, it’s a cool black guy doing cool dance moves and saying cool things over a cool beat! Gosh, black guys are so cool. But that’s just the foreground. In the background to his antics (and often in soft focus) it’s melee. People are chased and killed by cops while kids just sit there, filming it with their phones. But we’re too distracted by his Weirdly charming Jim Crow Minstrel show moves to even notice. THE ACT OF WATCHING THE VIDEO PROVES THE ARTIST’S POINT. HE TRICKS US INTO HIS POV. It’s like one of those stare at it until an elephant emerges paintings from the 90s, but the elephant is the fetishization of black culture. DONALD: I KNOW ITS STILL EARLY IN OUR FRIENDSHIP BUT PLZ LISTEN TO ME: NEVER STOP.

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Spicez / Herbz

April 22nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

WHO’S GOT TWO HANDS AND SIGNED UP FOR A WORKSHOP ALL ABOUT HOW TO PROPERLY GROW, STORE AND GRIND VARIOUS SPICES AND HERBS? THESE NERDS!

AND ALSO MYSELF. Above nerds are kind strangers turned friends who I met yesterday at Radical Cooks, an east LA cooking school where I will definitely be returning. Participants leave with their own spice blend AND with the moral superiority that organically comes with being able to tell the difference between cilantro and parsley. The school offers a variety of classes and I now want to take all of them so obviously I will have to FIND THE THYME (it’s dying in a small pot in my backyard / see how easy it is to find thyme?)

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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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