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

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February 26th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

Gargh. Tired.

I feel obliged to keep Everyone posted. All of you. Hearken:

News:

Sunday night I ate a whole block of brie.

My boss done got herself knocked up. It’s cute.

I’m going home next weekend for a reading of Green at the Winston-Salem Little Theatre, and for family revelries. I’m already having absurdly specific goodwill fantasies.

I’m going to Disney World! Coming April 08!

My roommate’s brother has cancer. It really, really sucks. He’s been given two months to live. She’s moving out. I’m going to miss her, and her bangs, and her absurdly large knife block. I’m so lame, I wrote a play about it. About her brother, that is, who is a really strong christian and only 23 yers old. The play is stupidly emo and called ‘fucking art.’

I have recently decided that my calling is to write God plays. Jesus, re-visited. No, I’m serious. It is a thing specific to me. Sort of. Dad, I’m seriously going to use my powers for Good.

No more denying of whoeth I yam.

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And the Bekah said

February 23rd, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

 ….It was good.

I approve of these things:

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A new rock musical, or rather, a play with words. It’s really awesome to see these new sorts of musicals  (extremely non-traditional with amazing music; like a gd truth party) succeeding on Broadway. So good. All based on the life/music of this dude ‘Stew,’ just Stew – Passing Strange is sort of a coming of age story that parodies fun things like black people pretending to be blacker than they are. It also delightfully pokes fun at German people, and has a lot to say about artists preferring art to life. That sounds gay. What I mean is – there was some line that I found to be truthful something like – art is better than life. Made me understand where I possibly get my uber unrealistic life expectations.

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I. Love. This. Movie.

Okay?

Okay.

It’s funny, and re-imagined bible stories make me happy.

Finally, I calleth this last  item NOT good:

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The Emperor’s New Clothes movie of 2007. To hip for its own good. To sassy to stomach. So much no, the story goes to crap. I think I’m involved in some sort of self-loathing with my dislike of this movie, but so be it.

I like You, though. I definitely like You.

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phshhhh

February 21st, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Frightened.

But sometimes, after a long day, just Want.

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Other People write too, bekah.

February 21st, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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You’re so funny you make my head hurt. The trying chaps up your lips.
You look like you’ve been shopping all day and I hate you for it.

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playwriting

February 19th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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I put the little boy and the young elephant who killed is mother in a room in the middle of the night.

The question is, what exactly is it that they have to say to each other?

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ALSO

February 18th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Gah, they just keep comin! I guess it comes with the age. So I-zack drags like 30 of his nearest and dearest out to Brunch Sunday, SO insistently. He threatened cessations of friendships and certain death if we did not attend, so attend we did. And there, in the dark strange 4-am brunch situation that is the LES’s Bondi Cafe, wetted by unlimited Mimosas, Isaac announced the he proposed to Amy, his cute as as all hell girlfriend of 3 years.

Also, she said yes.

And I’m really happy.

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11.08.08

February 18th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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This just in – gay love of my Life, Ms. Blaine ‘Barbecue’ Barbee, will wed her amazing boyfriend Jason on 11.08.08. They got engaged over Christmas, were going to wait til 09, but just couldn’t stand it. Frankly, neither could I. This wedding will mark my first in a series, I bet, of seriously FUN weddings, celebrating the love of people I love, feeling old.

Also, um. I’m a bridesmaid.

I stress: I AM A BRIDESMAID.

So there.

Coming 11/08, Bekah goes to Chapel Hill for a whole week of seriousy Barbee debauchery.

I can’t stinking wait.

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but also

February 14th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am extremely disappointed by the utter lack of image results when I search for ‘Valentines Day Puppies.’ Meh. What gives?

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St. Valentine

February 14th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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In honor of The Day, I give to you the gift of monologue, an excerpt from my new play Le Fou. I’ve been having a grand time re-writing this play, gearing it up its May production at the Atlantic Acting School. I want to believe it is the FINAL installment in what seems to be a triology of plays I have created about women Whining about love somehow, or lack thereof, sort of dramatically.

It takes place in Paris, 1899, on Valentine’s Day, in a cafe in a department store, where women sit and get drunk and write long letters to their illicit lovers. It’s overwritten and fun. To stage, it requires little doily napkin things and big pretty dresses. I hope.

SIMONE (the one woman who Never Leaves; constantly Lamenting Things:)

There is also the death of St. Valentine to Lament. Yes, St. Valentine himself, lamentable, his death. A martyr, jailed and condemned for being a true Christian. Soon after falling in love with the plain, blind face of the jailer’s blind daughter – it is said that he healed her somehow – he was stoned and clubbed to death. Ow, Agape, agape. Love, love, love.
They’re making cards now, in America. Little darling expressions with pink and gold trim. These expressions can be passed between lovers. They hold words inside of them already, so that you do not have to think. You do not have to explain yourself or try to understand the shifts in your mind and your heart – track the changes over the years, understand the patterns your choices have made – these cards say everything already.
Thinking of you.
I loved you once, and I do again.
I find you to be very beautiful.
Would you like a kiss again?
I am sorry I hurt your feelings, I was young.
Come to bed?
I find you to be very soft.

I think that I once had the love of my life person. I think I had him on a string, and he wandered off into the market, or I let him loose and he followed me and I kicked him for doing so. He is tall, or short, and does not dress himself well. He has hay in his hair. If you have seen him, please telephone 001 554 0089. Leave a message with the maid, her name is Sarah. She is very pleasant.

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icy NOT

February 12th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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I’ve always been skeptical of this strange product that apparently burns you, and uh, it’s a good thing? Applied to things like tennis knees and football butts, I think, Icy Hot has been reliably ice-burning athlete pains for years.

OR SO WE THOUGHT. (dun dun dunnnn.)

The Important Folk over at Icy Hot have recalled Icy Hot Products because well, they’ve been giving people 1st, 2nd, and 3rd degree burns.

Ha. That’s what you get for being and athlete, and rubbing ‘cream’ on  yourself.

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