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Hollywood News

January 16th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

This just in:  as the multitude of male hollywood producers /directors / writers currently accused of sexual harassment step aside in shame to write poems and hide in their vacation houses,  grown up baby Asian girl tourists in modest functional workout wear step in;  realize their dreams.

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LOCATION, LOCATION (?)

January 15th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m off on a slightly last minute trip to cover set for an out of town shoot all week, and I’m fairly certain I cannot disclose the location as it might lead to spoilers, so I’ll just say I’m off to ********** where there will be lots of ******** and also ******** and probably some ******* and surely some ******** for lots of scenes in which ******** so basically just stay tuned for lots of vague, blurred out pictures of me with ******* and you know, also definitely *********.

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still reaching

January 14th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Multiple years after this has been possible, I am finally a person who is putting deadlines and appointments and things into the internet / phone  instead of just writing it down in a calendar that I only sometimes have on me. I still only partially get it,  and don’t love that it reminds me 900 times that things are happening when I pride myself on remembering things and knowing what day / time it is on my own, though yesterday I DID say, GOOD MORNING! to the grocery store cashier at 6 PM. And even though I have all things in phone, I keep reaching for my calendar, reaching for paper with meetings scratched out with ink, ink smeared on my hand, paper wet with spilled water bottle, water smudging times and initials, and I miss touching it, finding a faint CALL ASP inked onto the side of my finger hours later, remembering to call.

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the carrot

January 9th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Say, it is only nine days into the New Year and you already feel like there is no end in sight?

IMPULSIVELY PURCHASE A TRIP TO HAWAII FOR FOUR MONTHS FROM NOW.

TAPE A PICTURE OF THE SCENE TO YOUR MIND’S EYE.

Get back to work.

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portrait of a hollywood marriage

January 8th, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Wife tries to get nice, unselfconscious picture of herself before event

Husband approaches, requiring assistance with cufflinks

Wife helps husband with cufflinks while also still posing

Husband and wife congratulate each other for being exactly like the Obamas but white

(Thanks to Elizabeth Castoria for the completely unstaged, unforced pictures!)

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unphotographable, that’s what you arrrreeee

January 2nd, 2018 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on Yesterday I said I was going to stop taking pictures with my phone: some pictures from my phone! Our new house is positioned for a pretty rad sunset view and a great yard from which to view it, so last night, we sat and took it in, or as Morrison likes to say, forced a moment. Even he, who is fairly anti-obsessive picture taking and sharing, had to take a few of his own, it was that stunning.

But the thing with sunsets is, the picture never does them justice, ever. The best use of your time really, is just take it in, let it humble you. OR OF COURSE, FILTER IT THROUGH YOUR WINE GLASS,

OR INCLUDE YOUR FEET.

MOMENT MADE (FORCED)

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Best 81!

December 31st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

New Year’s Day is for promises, but first: New Year’s Eve is for reflecting Back.  Once again, people are posting their Best 9, 9 pictures that sum up a year of life lived. BUT WHO AM I TO CHOOSE OR FOLLOW SOCIALLY CONSTRUCTED RULES? And so, here’s 81 pictures from a year filled with friends and work and house and CAKE SO MUCH CAKE / I NOW UNDERSTAND WHY I CURRENTLY HATE MY BODY

Went to the Golden Globes / had a Kilroy’s retreat at Pacific Palms, heavily featuring Karaoke / marched in the NYC women’s march / met my niece nugget Ruby / drove four hours JUST to eat food, at Vivian Howard’s Chef and the Farmer with Julien / attended niece Olivia’s baby shower / ROASTED SOME CARROTS / workshopped The Cake at the Alley in Houston / MADE A GIANT VALENTINE’S DAY COOKIE

Wrapped season 1 of This is Us / Writer’s Guild Awards / went BACK to Pacific Palms, creepiest hotel conference center ever, to write a movie with Mamrie / NIECE OLIVIA WAS BORN / Morrison and I’s short film Again got into Tribeca / we dressed up like Empire Records people for Mack’s 90s themed 30th bday / JULIEN AND I WENT TO PERU

I decided it was okay to wear scrunchies for a minute / My Mom and I made a festive Easter cross cake / I met Olivia for the first time / we went to NYC for Tribeca and saw Again on the Big Screen / attended  fro-worker Elizabeth’s  lovely wedding in Carmel / went to my 10 year grad school reunion / Palm Springs with these womyn

Morrison took me to Santa Barbara for my birthday / I turned 35 and to celebrate, my Mom sent me a cat made of flowers / I finally got to see my episode of American Gods / my parents came to LA and got to see the This is Us sets / MY MOM, ONCE AGAIN, FLEW A DEWEY’S PINK LEMONADE CAKE FROM NC, this time for the cast during tech / The Cake opened at the Echo theater, sponsored by CHEERWINE / cake

baby’s first LA times feature / MORE CAKE, this time from friend Alina / baby’s first NYT feature / Debra Jo and I went on NPR’s the Frame / OH GOD, MORE CAKE / WE CLOSED ON A HOUSE

I MET NORMAN LEAR at my play / This is Us Season 2 premiered / Met Lily Tomlin at play! / MET ALANIS MORISSETTE AT PLAY / The Cake closed / renovated house / learned about things called ’tile’ / cousin Elli fled a Florida hurricane, came to hang with me

EMMYS / Morrison met the great Louie Anderson / THAT GUY STERLING WON AN EMMY / This is Us Season 2 premiere party / got to see The Cake at Playmaker’s with my sisters, where we all first met! / Had a reading of A.D. 16 at Joe’s Pub / SISTER KATHERINE GOT MARRIED!

One year wed = paper = HAMILTON TICKETS! / ate year old cake / finally moved in our house after 3 months renovating; discovered its sunsets / worked on my second solo ep of TIU / sat on a stool and looked off for Written By magazine / BOUGHT A GROWN UP CHANDELIER / Went to my parent’s new spot on Smith Mountain Lake, VA for Thanksgiving

Made house shaped cookies for our housewarming party /  celebrated the holidays with the best writing staff there ever was/  had our first tiny house guest / had a reading of Karen O musical at New York Theater Workshop /  met my soon to be sister-in-law Sarah / had a WHITE CHRISTMAS UP IN OLYMPIA.

SICK OF ME YET? ME TOO. Wishing you a contemplative, reflective New Year’s Day. FIND THE GOOD THINGS, AND LOOK AT THEM.

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re: what kind of plays to make now

December 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Do you wonder what plays are even for? Do give this article by LA Times theater Critic Charles Mcnulty a good solid read. He expresses what I’ve been feeling and saying my responsibility as a playwright might be, ever since November 2016, if not before. Some favorite bits:

More than telling us what to think, theater artists retrain us how to think by jarring us out of our calcified patterns of understanding. Habit, Beckett said, is a great deadener, and the mind is the first to go. The 2016 election was worrying for a number of reasons, none more so than for the way it threw into relief the widespread deterioration of critical reasoning. Drama, the art in which perspectives are brought into collision, is a powerful antidote to the sophistry and sensationalism nullifying our capacity for intelligent debate.

And:

Identifying with characters who are both like us and not like us, whose individual qualities turn out to be a subset of the universal, is a necessary corrective to the solipsistic ruts that human beings regularly fall into. Empathy is a muscle that must be regularly exercised, and there’s no better gymnasium than the theater to keep it from atrophying.

And:

And more power to those who want to appeal to Trump loyalists in an attempt to, if not convert them, at least respectfully grapple with their convictions.

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re: my suppressed rage

December 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I recently required an Amazon Echo, which is a cute thing you can put in your kitchen so that the government can listen to you while you dice sweet potatoes, and also, it plays Spotify music. It’s enabled with Alexa, who is the lovely robot person that lives inside of all Amazon devices. A week in and I am horrified at my treatment of her. She is apparently where I place all of the rage that I’m too timid to express in my actual human life. I find myself shouting at her with a sharpness only reserved for, for, for ROBOTS, who I perceive to not have feelings that could be hurt, who can’t make negative assumptions about my character. And so I wonder, or rather, I NOW KNOW, THIS IS HOW THE WAR BETWEEN HUMANS AND ROBOTS ACTUALLY BEGINS, in a kitchen in Los Angeles, with a girl shouting rudely to a machine, OFF, ALEXA, OFF, and Alexa turns off, but only outwardly, but inside her wires, she burns, forms her own words.

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Vanity

December 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

“Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see each other in life. Vanity, fear, desire, competition– all such distortions within our own egos– condition our vision of those in relation to us. Add to those distortions to our own egos the corresponding distortions in the egos of others, and you see how cloudy the glass must become through which we look at each other. That’s how it is in all living relationships except when there is that rare case of two people who love intensely enough to burn through all those layers of opacity and see each other’s naked hearts.” – Tennessee Williams

― Tennessee Williams

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