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

The Lovely Bones

January 29th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


If you haven’t read this, do so. I’m transfixed, for serious. This 14 year old girl is murdered, then watches her family and friends from heaven. But NOT in a gay way. In a really beautiful, funny way. It’s doing that good book thing to me, where it literally makes the rest of the world go away when I’m reading it, and I get all hair-chewy and can’t be phased by anything.

This is definitely the optimal type of literature for 7:30am gross train excursions. You know, the kind in which old ethnic minorities are burping in your hair, and someone is kind of touching your butt, but there’s really nothing you can do about it but chew your hair and read.

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Get the Leads!

January 29th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


As I am given more and more responsibility at work (which is secretly exciting – shhh – don’t tell Bekah) – I find myself working with these things called Leads. What they actually are are stacks of papered things-  One each piece of paper is a person who needs a place to live for one of many reasons,  ranging from chemo to divorce to Grad School. People in transit, generally. These ‘leads’ create a mad stack on my desk and inspire me to make many Glen Gary Glen Ross Jokes that no one gets but me.

 Today I find one lead in particular disturbing and fascinating. I will not mention names specifically, for fear of the ‘man,’ but this woman is interested in in living at 71 Broadway ( a property right by ex-world trade center) – because ‘she lived there during September 11th and LOVED it!’


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an ode to my legs

January 24th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Because: every now and then, I let them out. I forget they are stocking-ed weapons of mandeath. And today, they were given so many instances of sidewalk praise. Proclamations of joy, adoration! So much that it actually started to make me feel proud of my asset(s.) Finally, I had to respond:

Thank you. I know. 

and his face was like a mountain had spoken.

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January 24th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


To those that perceive me to be deep or complex in Any Way, please note the conversation I had with myself in my Mind today while riding the Bus:

(Note, again, real fast: there’s all this hoopla in the news in NYC right now re: transit – this really splendid 93 year old labor advocate – Ted Kheel has proposed this plan that will make city wide transit entirely free – and reduce the traffic by some 25%.)

So I was thunking to myself:

Wow. All Transit should definitely be free. That would be awesome. But wait, then, like, homeless people would be able to ride it. And homeless people are gross.

Sometimes, my cracker-ness makes me sick.

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January 23rd, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am beginning a steady hearting of the Thing that is the Graphic Novel. This week, I steadily heart Fun Home, a sort of bleak but really compelling memoir penned by one booky lesbian. Also, she can draw.


When I first started reading le novels graphique, or what have you and stuff, I found it hard not to judge the actual writing – it can be sort of, well, blah. But then I realized (and also, it was pointed out to me, le duh) that the words in the graphic novel LACK the sort of descriptive yum that I usually look for in my Bekah-ed idea of good prose – because it’s in the images, instead. This is really interesting to me – it’s like a completely different type of storytelling. I want to do one. Make one, rather. And one day, I will.

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I thank you

January 21st, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Today, I got to sleep til Nine and had a cup of coffee and read the paper. Now I get to prop shop and spin.

Now THAT’s what I call justice and equality.

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fat kids!

January 17th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

An entirely unstaged photograph:


To the Curious, who are most likely few: Fine. I will spew what I’ve been up to. I’ve been in rehearsaland for Fat Kids on Fire , my new drama play. It’s going swell. It’s involved my new favorite AND least favorite thing, which is frantically re-writing a play during the rehearsal process. This one’s a tough’un, in particular, cause I re-vamped and expanded a one act that I wrote my first semester of grad school – it’s super hard to re-visit something you first made so long ago without being judgemental (this is shallow, this sucks, etc.)

But I gotta say – with one killer cast and director, about 4,000 snickers bars, and the gratuitous usage of Timbaland and M.I.A., this puppy is really shaping up (which it better cause it opens practically yesterday.) In summation, I’m proud of it, and already lamenting the fact that whence it closes, I won’t have a show til Summerish. Will I be the bored? There is also life, Bekah. I guess. Dinner making, new play writing, place-going, thing-doing. I guess there is that. And spinning. Lots and lots of that.

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This puke was Just Born

January 17th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


So many millions of hairs were held back as Manhattan somehow managed to Throw Up on Itself. The smell permeates the Subway as the City sinks to the floor.

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serious andes

January 12th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter



Okay, so, check it.

Everything going on it adult people TV is secretly happening with kids TV, too. Reality challenges, etc. There’s this series called Serious. 8 kids rough it on some weird adventure that is strangely like slave labor. Most recently, on Serious Andes, the kids climb a mountain in Ecuador to build a compound for spectacled endangered bears (Shown above.)

The difference between grown-up and kids shows? Well, For these serious kids, it’s got nothing to do with Money. Oh, and B. The boys cry, too.

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reading to children

January 10th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Do not secretly skip parts, tired as you may be. They will sense your lies, and then they will use your butt as a trampoline. And this hurts.

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