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February 10th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


World, meet the lovely Lilly Eudora Eng, new daughter of my friend and co-MFAer at the New School, Jennie Eng. With a hillarious jewish playwright for a Mom person, and a Chinese-banker-kung foo fighter for a Dad – this lass is bound for greatness.

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February 8th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


…So there.

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i have a camera

February 7th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

And sometimes, every now and then, I share the things inside of it with You, encouraging a more thorough knowledge of my personal life. Moved to Tears.


1. My pretty Mommy comes to visit to see Fat Kids. We both wear red. We stand smiling at Ground Zero, ‘neath the man Moved to Tears.


2. Ms. Erin McCarson, a.k.a. I am sort of Tyra banks all the time even when my gut is getting stuffed,gets her gut stuffed just moments before debuting the role of the adorable yet terrifying Cindy in Fat Kids on Fire.

3. The Others. Not those stranded on the island, intentionally, for some comfounding, befuddling reason, I mean – the other Kendeda writer people (the ATL/ Alliance thing)  who I am now very happy to know.


Left: Ross Maxwell – NYU MFA  (now he’s in LA) who wrote Blind, Bleeding Drugged and Drunk – a pretty delicious parody about Arts Organizations, and their sort of well, blind bias towards ethnic and social minorities. A new AIDS play, in a sense.  Ross enjoys wearing jeans with ties, Domino’s pizza, The Wire, Creative Screenwriting Podcasts, and snarky boys.

Right:  Josh Tobiassen -MFA from UCA – Sd – um – San Diego, whatever the acronym is. Josh likes shirts with buttons and is really funny. Originially from upstate, he’s got a big improv background that makes his writing really sharp and hillarious. His play Election Day delightfully concerns the panic and hillarity around  the day of a mayoral election. Loaded with saucy cat jokes and terrorist plots.

And this one, to me, is cute:

We all know who ‘that’ girl is.


And finally, the whole gang: on left: Winner of competition, Terrell Alvin McCraney (MFA Yale, now pretty much owns the world and everything in it) – Merri Biechler (MFA Ohio U) – the fourth finalist, who wrote this amazing play about taking care of her parents while they were dying in Okalahoma – Confessions of a Reluctant Caregiver. The other (non-me and non- Merri) adorable lookin gal is Celise Kalke, Dramaturg for the Alliance, who got the whole she-bang together – she is amazing. She knows most everything. Behind us, or what we are inside of is the Woodruff Arts Center, which is sort of like a baby Kennedy Center.


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February 5th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


For those who Stalk and Care, I am in the ATL this week for a reading of my play, Green, at the Alliance Theater, for the Kendeda Graduate Playwriting Competition, for whichst I wast a finalist.

I have to say –  it is pretty stellar to get to actually feel like a playwright now and again. Right now, feeling like a playwright means a big hotel bed, 7 hour rehearsals, schmoozing and suitcase living – note taking, hand shaking, humble thank-you saying – no actual job to speak of. Amazing.

My reading was yesterday, so I’m now officially off the hook – and now have a few days to mellow out and attend the readings of the other finalists. There are also lunches and dinners with the ‘private’ donor who made the competition possible. I hope she is a little old lady in a big summer hat with plastic marigolds and birds. I hope we have tea.

As for Lanta itself, I’m impressed thusfar – though I haven’t ventured beyond the weird downtown Arts center thing area I’m staying in.  So far, perks of this warm cit (and by warm, I mean – T shirt – no 12 coats – no wind-stung face- incredible) include:


Chik fila. I am obsessed with this Christian fast food establishment, which boasts warm waffle fries and the best fried chicken sandwich you ever done seen. There’s nothing like it. There aren’t any in NYC. When I venture South, I eat it as much as humanly possible. I found a Chik fila nestled inside a nearby building. I’ve eaten it twice already. Awesome.


Friendly janitors. I’ve made buds with 3 thusfar. It usually goes something like: Hi, I’m Rufus, how are you today? What you here fer? You’re famous! Can I get your autograph? Whaddya mean, you don’t have a car? You wanna borrow my car? Alright now, you have fun now! 

Fried Chicken on buttered bread? Friends with custodians? AWESOME.

Today being crazy tuesday election day thing today – more to come.

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