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


October 31st, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


People, it’s tough to spend 40 hours a week in the same space. Sometimes, the time honored sport – worknastics –  must occur. It just has to. Stuck, we find ourselves propelling off of the Walls that contain us.


Sans theatrical beads, spotlights and spandex – with nothing but our rental furniture, partitions and the business casual on our backs –  we leap and frolick.


Then, you know. We File things.

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wow / me

October 31st, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

Happy halloween everyone.

Tonight, please have a nightmare about this:


If you too would  like to loose 3 hours of your life, kindly visit Please do not accidentally visit, as it is porn.


baby brunstetter. wahhh.

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October 29th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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October 28th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

cuecomponents_2025_59931100.jpeg So….Hmmm.  

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BOO and things

October 27th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

Ladies and Gentlemen, Bud Kilby, look upon this, and hearken:Halloween spirit has reached Ainslie Street! Wooooo!!! Boo! Arf!  Blargh! Ghost sounds, Ghouls and whatnot! Possessed by the of the season, we stab innocent pumpkins with knives, likening their faces to our own!dsc01496.JPG Or to that of Democratic Nominees*!dsc01466.JPGCharmed by the Month of monstery magic, we Chaw upon silvery strings with our fangs!! dsc01475_small.jpg Wait, that’s actually just the Baby Kitty. We humanfolk, we never do weird things. Ever.* – Note – in no way did I or any Kilby sister carve this pumpkin, though we do approve of its message of Hope. Said pumpkin was carved (BY HAND) by Steve’s friend, a Mr. Jon Weiss of Manhattan Avenue, who hosted a beer pong party last weekend featuring the pumpkin. (The pumpkin won, and how.)

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October 27th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


 In the realm of Corporate Housing, one often encounters these things called ‘Leasing Agents,’ or as we call them, ‘fembots,’ or ‘the apocaplypse personified,’ or ‘Lucifer in a Sweater Set.’

We’re dealing with a particularly nasty one this week in Long Island city. Someone definitely peed on her Luna Bar. When Aaron went to friendly-ly greet her in person last week, his goodnature and charm were greeted by frigidty.

Sometimes, people are people, i.e., humans. And sometimes they are robots.


Bekah: Did you meet that leasing consultant girl?

Aaron: She’s all business, man.

Bekah: Did you guys make out?

Aaron: She makes out with rattlesnakes. And then turns them into boots.


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October 24th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


Each and every fall, the wild Bekah emerges from her cave of urban flippancy and turns suddenly Domestic: beating eggs, shaking cinnamon, and baking her way into the hearts of assorted loved ones and strangers.

Note: In no way did I make the pumpkin bread pictured above. Who has time to lovingly arrange orange slices and sprigs of dried nutmeg or what have you after one has baked a LOAF? Gah. Food stylists.

Anyways. As I do enjoy a moist bread*, I am in constant pursuit of the perfect moistest** recipe. I am pretty satisfied with my most recent baking adventure – this recipe (graciously shared below) calls for coconut milk – one week later, the bread is still moist *** as all get out!

I invite you to join me in the best part fall – the indoor part, at least. Make a cup of a tea, throw on a sweater and some Joe Pug **** tunes and Bake!

* heh

** heh heh.

*** Stop, Bekah. STOP.

**** I’m not kidding, do it, right now.


(blatantly stolen from  ‘Kevin Ryan’ (?) of


  • 1 cup chopped walnuts
  • 3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 2 cups packed dark brown sugar
  • 2/3 cup white sugar
  • 2 teaspoons baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
  • 2 cups pumpkin puree
  • 1 cup vegetable oil
  • 2/3 cup coconut milk
  • 2/3 cup flaked coconut


  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour two 8×4 inch loaf pans.
  2. Spread walnuts in a single layer on an ungreased baking sheet. Toast in the preheated oven for 8 to 10 minutes, or until lightly browned. Set aside to cool.
  3. In a large bowl, stir together the flour, brown sugar, white sugar, baking soda, salt, nutmeg, and cinnamon. Add the pumpkin puree, oil, and coconut milk, and mix until all of the flour is absorbed. Fold in the flaked coconut and toasted walnuts. Divide the batter evenly between the prepared pans.
  4. Bake for 1 hour and 15 minutes in the preheated oven, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Remove from oven, and cover loaves tightly with foil. Allow to steam for 10 minutes. Remove foil, and turn out onto a cooling rack. Tent loosely with the foil, and allow to cool completely.

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October 20th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

Elephants are scarier than tornadoes because they have souls.  

In honor of my new play Miss Lilly Gets Boned, please enjoy this elephant:


Let’s call him Harold after the elephant in the play, who is publically hung for killing a tourist.

Harold says:

I’m bigger than you. My lungs are the size of your bed.

Among other cryptic elephant things. Miss Lilly is getting workshopped over the next few weeks by the Babel Theater Project – so I find myself consumed with elephant thoughts, and thoughts of science, and thoughts of God.

God says you’re born bad but if you’re faithful and try hard, you can overcome your evil nature.

Science says that you’re born good an the world screws you up, and this is not your fault.


I’m trying to, for once, not do 8,000 things at one time, but instead  truly focus on making this play better. It’s hard to focus, though, what with the evil Elephants taking over the world, and all, stampeding towards my apartment.

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mes cousins!

October 19th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter




Cousins: They’re like you – but not.

You share similar noses but entirely different philsophies in terms of hair. (I’m not trying to hate – Shannon’s hair is severely impressive. I mean, can you hair do that?)


I was graced this weekend by a visit from 6 of my lady cousins: sisters Elli and Epiphany Bray, sisters Cana and Ella Bray, ms. Keri Pendergrass, and Ms. Shannon Bray – ranging in age from 22-27. In all of our years, we’ve never really gotten to hang out as a group so it was grand. We are all very different, but bound by blood and memories and shared secrets and whatnot. I think I’m trying to say something profound about family. Insert profound thing about family. No but really, these gals are the closest things I have to sisters (save. Ms. Anne and Sarah Kilby) so it was really wonderful to see them.


There was much posing, strutting, consuming, ‘booty’ dancing, much talk of family tattooes, but fortunately, no actual Getting of. There was also a decent amount of cute fatigue.


It’s hard enough to handle getting your one Self around the city, and figuring out what to do with yourself. Add six ladies, it’s quite a challenge – but I must say, there’s nothing like visitors to make you re-embrace this place life’s put you in, stinks and noise and all –


Okay, I admit it – I chose this place. And I freakin love it here.

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Joe Pug

October 19th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter


People,  I must share with you my friend Joe Pug. He was a theater-y friend of mine at Chapel Hill – after I graduated, I heard he sort of disappeared – left UNC for Chicago to work in construction. To which I thought: right on, Joe Pug. I have an odd amount of respect for people who take the path less taken as my path has always been predictable. Anywhoo.

In college, Joe was an actor and writer – he re-emerged later as a singer / songwriter, and Oh Man. I’d listened to his music online, and finally saw him live for the first time as week at Union Hall in Park Slope (great music venue – with Bacchi ball, and sandwiches, and things.) I was blown away by this person, this Pug, who all along had this amazing voice and skill and didn’t even bother to tell anyone about it. It’s soothing, Bob Dylan-y, achey, and wonderful – I reccomend Hymn 35 and Call it What you Will (itune it tout suite.) Listen to his freakin words, man. Poetry.

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