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

MUSIC TEARS

June 9th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

DO YOU LIKE TO CRY,  BUT OUT OF YOUR EARS? This is Us now has a Spotify playlist that you can follow!

It features songs from the episodes:  some covers, some old faithfuls, some originals written just for the show, basically just anything that tickles the part of your soul that knows that you’re human and so is everyone and family is sacred and life is fragile and time is fleeting  and basically just RIPS TEARS FROM THAT PART.

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assistance

June 5th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m thrilled to announce that a very lovely college student who I met at the Ojai Playwright’s Conference is going to be my assistant for the Summer. I think it’ll be an interesting experiment in delegation and letting go. I’ve never had an assistant, so in an effort to understand how this lovely person might be of assistance to me, how I might use her in a way that is rewarding to the both of us, I’ve started a list of tasks.

- organize file cabinet

- figure out why my computer no longer knows that it has a USB port

- find articles and books for me to adapt

- help me get this piece of lettuce out of my teeth

- take my hands to get a manicure

- nurture my drifting friendships

- figure out why my eyes are rejecting my contact lenses

- determine to what extent climate change can be slowed by our behavior

- be my hands

- be my eyes

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fantasy cookbook

June 3rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dreamt Gwyneth Paltrow gifted me with a cookbook full of recipes for cookies that look like toys and cakes that look like skating rink birthday parties and and pies that look like the aisles of craft stores and cupcakes that look like the glitter bombs tossed around by the Lost Boys in Hook. It was basically a cookbook for desserts that are so bright they look animated. Was it a dream, or a directive? NOW I MUST FIND IT.

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carrots hugging

June 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on rabbit holes to venture down during lunch while shoving a salad into your face: CARROTS DOING HUMAN TYPE THINGS.

OKAY GOOD LUCK FINDING YOUR WAY OUT

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nonpost

June 1st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I do not engage in mindless and narcissistic social pacts such as ‘Throwback Thursday,’ but here is a picture of myself that just so happens to be from the past clearly posing in front of a house that is actually made of mirrors so that it might reflect my own self back to me 100 times.

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grown up spread

May 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

We had some friends over for a barbecue yesterday. Most of the conversations revolved around work and real estate and school districts and gestational diabetes, really confirming my suspicion that we are in our mid-30s. As for my grown up self, I obsessively and gleefully arranged trays of condiments and made colorful salads and put them into bowls:

BUT WAIT ACTUALLY, I’ve loved to do that since I was in my 20s, if not teens, if not childhood, which confirms my other suspicion that I’ve actually been in my mid-30s FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE.

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in an image

May 28th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I have a play in production, I tend to become fixated on two elements: the scene change music, which can NOT be female vocalists earnestly playing guitars and singing about strawberries which for some reason, some sound designers like to do with any play written by a woman, and two, the poster, which you really don’t want to get wrong, as you must look at it for months. It must be subtle but clear, and grab you without shouting. All of this to say, I am so far completely obsessed with  The Cake’s production sound design AND poster.

It’s soft but strong. Inviting but subversive. There’s a cake on it being cut by WORDS.  PERFECT. POSTER.

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wordgiver

May 26th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

A synonym for playwright is wordgiver. We sit in rehearsal and watch the actors read scenes, and if we watch closely, we can actually feel the moments when they wish they had more or different words. It’s the playwright’s job to spot those moments and ask the actors, do you need words there? Because I just to happen to have a few of them, and then also find the right ones, and when you do, and the actor feels like they now have the words to match how they’re feeling, that is a play. Other synonyms include momentmaker, hairchewer, snackeater, and of course feelingshaver.

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oh, honey

May 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I get older, I become more and more aware of things like time, consequences,  and all of the stuff from the grocery store that I am supposed to put on my face so as to keep my skin looking young. Apparently one of these things is honey, and also greek yogurt, so just basically you put your breakfast on your face and then just let it slide off into your lap and then you know, just go from there. The best part of imagining putting honey all over my face is the fact that IT’S BEE VOMIT, which I always forget. Please, every time you drip it into your tea / rub it on your face / gently lather it over just toast, REMEMBER THAT IT’S PUKE.

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the capsule wardrobe

May 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, I capsuled my wardrobe, which is a thing that women are now doing to their clothes. Women with arguably excess income (me) tend to sometimes (everyday) fill some unnamable void they feel with a new clothing item that they will probably never wear, or only wear once and feel dissatisfied because, in fact, sweaters do not solve larger existential problems, unless it’s a really good cashmere. Not only is the underlying emotional issue behind the purchase not addressed, it is a horrible waste of money and time that gives me great anxiety when I really think about it. Enter the capsule wardrobe, in which you basically get rid of most of your clothes and limit yourself to about 40 items that you really love to wear, that are made well, or madewell, that you feel good while wearing, and you just wear those things, which is to say, HOW MEN ALREADY TREAT THEIR CLOTHES. Getting rid of stuff felt liberating, empowering, and definitely only happened immediately after I dropped 200 bucks on new clothes that I decided were the only clothes I ever needed to wear. I AM FREE!

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