August 11th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter
It just so happens that I happened to visit NYC on a weekend with the most PERFECT WEATHER EVER, like air that you cannot even sense, not too hot, not too cold, a gentle breeze moving pizza into your face, in a good way. So I spent the last four days wandering all over the dang place, stopping and remembering what once was, nodding at what’s still there. I felt like telling people what their store used to be, how much my metro card used to cost, that’s where I used to get my tomatoes, that one time that I wrestled my friend in the street in front of that bar. I felt like an old woman who knew everything about what once was but that no one wanted to listen to. I felt back in love with the place: the fact thousands of people are just out and also wandering, or moving fast, and I get to look at them all, and I love to look at people, the way their pants hang, to guess what’s in their heads. The fact that here, everything private becomes public. Every corner is a tiny stage where a break up is happening. But my biggest love: the city’s sense of resilience. A few months ago, this beloved gourmet fry joint was destroyed in a tragic gas explosion. AND IT’S ALREADY COMING BACK.
Take THAT, faulty pipes, chance and tragedy and french fries and fate. New york OUT.
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July 31st, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter
The perfect hipster drinking game. Fairly simple; deeply ironic.
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July 30th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter
My city’s different in small but detectable ways. Suddenly everybody’s riding these bikes everywhere and Williamsburg is officially hipster Times Square. At first I felt oddly betrayed. How dare it change in my absence and not tell me? Like its totally fine to make subtle changes and not just send me an email, give me a heads up so when I come back I don’t feel so left out? Then I remembered that I’m the one who left, and so this city can do whatever the crap it wants. Then I also remembered that the city is a city, not a person. Mostly it’s a strange sensation, for the first time ever: I do not live here anymore.
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February 12th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter
My friend reminded me of Phosphorescent, who I completely forgot that I used to love. I saw him once at the Bell House and was instantly gripped by his lackadaisical stage presence, which, apparently, in 2009, I decided was ‘laxadasical.’ He has a fantastic album of Willie Nelson that provides the perfect background music for Car Crying, Pensive Sitting, and Apathetic Exercise.
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November 19th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter
I love cold weather running and how it always turns into some sort of epic mission involving a search for stolen documents or jewels or other things that stealthy running ninjas do.
If you’re curious, here are the other three:
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November 15th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter
It’s basically when your Someone Special sets a phone alert for your impending arrival. And here is also a page of someone’s screenplay.
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March 16th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter
It’s this awesome little oyster and cocktail spot in Williamsburg. Here, it’s possible for you and your boyfriend to martini and crableg-dine your boss’s son and his girlfriend, who, this should just be mentioned, at all of 22/23 years old, are headed to architecture school at Tulane to explore sustainable construction (he) and teaching high schoolers with behavioral problems / going to Ghana for Spring Break (she). The waiters are robots right out of the 1920s and the Shrimp Cocktail makes you want to hug the sea.
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February 6th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter
Now that I know that I’ll only be in LA for another monthish, I’m really starting to like it here. You guys, its just nice. Yesterday was beautiful and sunny and I went for a run then lunch with friends then a walk through the farmers market. Gradually I think my New Yorky ennui has been fading to the point where today I even googled a raw diet / juice cleanse, which, for a mere $325, rids you of pounds, ennui and toxins. Apparently when your Saturn is returning or whatever it is that happens as you approach 30, large changes start to work their way through your life – and you can either resist or give into them. Is this happening now? Am I going to have carrot juice for dinner? I’m stoked to get back to BK and its streets and its smells but equally stoked knowing that I’ll hopefully be spending more time here in the future: Strolling; Cleansing!
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January 9th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter
Loyal, unwaivering, attractive fans: I’m back in NYC for a few days which is basically the best thing in the world. Better yet, I’m workshopping a new play so I feel even MORE justified in my travels. But I’m sad to report that I somehow forgot how to properly ride the train, ie, how to be totally numb to / not pissed off by being elbowed, shoved, or having large bags of other bags placed directly onto your feet. Somewhere along the 101 North I’ve grown accustomed to going to work in my little wheeled bubble, to the point where yesterday on the train I literally almost told someone they were ‘rude.’ In fear of losing my New Yorkiness, I instead elbowed them in the face and did not apologize.
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December 11th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter
I know am supposed to be enjoying the LA sun and warmer weather, but honestly, I’d rather be sweatered and seeing my breath and earning my blanket-burrowing. I keep lusting over the the NYC weather and wishing I was there instead (never really being where you are, brought to you by the iphone.) Somebody needs a serious lesson in being in the moment / wherever you go, there you are, or at the very least, a sunny romp in an avocado field. Plantation? Orchard? How do avocados grow?
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