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

WOMAN SAVED BY PIZZA

February 23rd, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Pirates are killing innocent Americans, New Zealand is wrecked by an earthquake, but in more heartwarming news, WOMAN IS SAVED BY PIZZA. An elderly woman who ordered a pizza from Dominos every day for 3 years. Her delivery gal, pictured, found it strange when she came in on Monday and no order had been phoned in since Friday – so she went to her house, where the woman had fallen and I can’t get upped. The delivery gal called the police – woman saved, WOMAN SAVED BY PIZZA, and we all lived happily ever after, especially me, who just found salty dark chocolate.

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waaaaaa

February 22nd, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

While I am grateful for my new gig and love it, I miss:

meeting people for coffee in the middle of the day, funny chisel classes, spending like way too much time trying to decide what to eat for lunch, wandering through anthropologie, playwriting, putting my clothes away, and spacing out.

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A WHOLE NEW ROOM

February 22nd, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

A NEW FANTASTIC POINT OF VIEW

NO ONE TO TELL US NO, OR WHERE TO GO

OR SAY WE’RE ONLY DREAMING

We’ve moved into the Dumbo office and are still getting set up, adding perks like ‘phone’ and ‘internet.’ But so far, it’s pretty rad. Most recently: giant post-its – who knew? They’re spectacular. I think I might start using them in everyday life for like plays and ‘what to buy at the grocery store’ and ‘finances.’

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No More Cheese before Bed

February 21st, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

WHAT IS THIS?????

Secondly: I dreamt that for some logical reason, my Mom had to cut off my arm. (Mom, you were really nice about it.) And there was no blood or pain or anything because on the inside I was like a rag doll, and I was really worried about whether or not I should invest in a false hand so I could type, and all my brothers told me to quit complaining about it.

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Children of Eden

February 20th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

In 1997, Mt Tabor High School presented Children of Eden. An awkward Sophomore, Bekah ‘Bex’ Brunstetter was cast as some sort of animal or forest nymph (can’t remember.) Her task was mainly to crouch weirdly around Eve and follow her around like some sort of animal, or forest nymph, and sing back up. Flash forward 14 years later – I don’t know what’s wrong with me this weekend, but all of the sudden I REALLY NEEDED TO HAVE AND LISTEN TO THE ENTIRE SOUNDTRACK. It’s a really beautiful and strange musical ¬†about Adam and Eve, and I’ve been listening to it for like 2 days, and I can’t stop thinking about high school, high school feelings, ¬†and how awesomely invisible I felt behind my animal or forest nymph mask.

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I like this

February 20th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

In an exciting turn of events, Bekah quits Writing, becomes Bathroom photographer.

But seriously, check out this ladies room in The Commodore in Williamsburg. Clearly my favorite part is the little hand mirror, chained to the wall. Because seriously, someone might take it.

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NOTES: HARD

February 19th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Part of my job as a writer’s assistant is hardcore note-taking. It’s up to me to make sure I a.) get down every idea and story nugget that is tossed about that day, on the board or in conversation, and B.) the hard part – re-organize and send out in some digestable format. And I must say, it’s kind of hard, to figure out the most logical way to organize everything. There’s characters, then their relationships with other characters, then things they potentially say, then things they potentially do, and things that potentially happen to them, and whether or not they ride fixed gear bikes. But people, I DID NOT GO TO GRAD SCHOOL FOR NOTHING. I shall prevail. Also I wish that I had a writer’s assistant, all the time, who could, at any point in time, tell me what I was thinking about ten minutes ago. And then email it to me.

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CAKE BALLS

February 18th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

According to the internet, these little guys are all the rage. Combining my two favorite things, cake and balls (THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID), I think I require at least 12.

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SPRING!

February 18th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Check out these b berries, looking like epic balls.

SPRING! First iced coffee of the season, shoes with no socks, a run around the track. I almost wept this morning because the blueberries tasted so good in my cereal. I am a poem penned by a very observant high school sophomore. Good thing it’s going to snow again, NEXT WEEK.

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BEHOLD! THE WRITER’S ROOM!

February 17th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

I always wondered what a writer’s room was like. Core ingredients include pensive stares, dirty rental computers, and lunch’s giant sandwiches revisited.

We’re squatting in a temporary office until our Dumbo office is ready – once we move in, more to come on how it is huge, has more air, inspires even MORE good ideas concerning fixed gears and flea markets, and holds EVEN BIGGER SANDWICHES.

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