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


October 19th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m having some life problems and life worries lately that I won’t bore you with the details of, at all, but that have been pretty much making me feel like everything is falling apart, which is no fun for a girl who really gets off on feeling like she’s got her life together. But each day, there are, and MUST be, tiny clues that everything is fine. Like this morning, a picture from Cecile, the awesome French gal I met in Russia, who received the 1100 brooklyn brooches I sent her, stuck em all on a hat, and sent me this:

LOVE. Also, there’s this shirt I re-discovered that I found in a thrift store in Vermont last Summer that says FRANCE on it for no reason whatsoever. There’s also pumpkin raisin cereal, and Hank Williams Jr.


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One Minute Play Festival!

October 18th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

I had the honor and privilege and other words of participating in the 5th annual NYC One minute play festival! And finally got to see it, too. I’ve always wondered how exactly it all goes down, and I’ll tell you: stupendously. It’s 75 one minute plays (see program up there: and by see, I mean, don’t be able to read, at all) with elegantly choreographed transitions between. It’s pretty incredible what can be accomplished in a minute.

I really don’t understand why I don’t work in advertising.

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We meet Again.

October 17th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter


One of the 1100 best things about fall is its tendency to make us eat more SOUP!!! And my favorite place to stuff m’gullet with it is hale and hearty. It’s cheap and everywhere and has 20 kinds everyday. Go! Go crazy! Maybe even get a sandwich and stick it in there too! I promise sometimes I do things that aren’t eating, it’s just rare. Now if you excuse me, winter vegetables are calling.

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Last Night I met

October 16th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

The Snack I’m going to Marryyyyy

It’s all that I’ve been dreaming of and even morreeeeee

Okay, that’s weird. I’m done.

YOU GUYS. Fried cheese curds. While I once suspected that it wasn’t tastily possible for me to like anything more than mozzarella sticks, I have met my match. These little guys are like like grilled cheese mouth explosions. We met last night at a new bar opening right around the corner for my apartment (danger), a beautiful new space opened by some of Mamrie’s friends. Its midwestern openers plan to serve not only fried cheese curds but also some sort of tater tot casserole? And so, I live there now.

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October 15th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Okay, so Occupy Wall Street has been happening here for a month and I’ve yet to venture down there / really give it tons of thought. There is a monumental and historic event happening, right here, right now, and I’m totally missing it. But here’s the thing about right ‘here:’ NYC, be it an Island, is huge, with a zillion parts and neighborhoods. And I’m not even on that island, I’m on the massive piece of land that is Brooklyn, that has a zillion and TWO parts and neighborhoods, and it’s definitely not like I find myself strolling near Wall Street on a regular basis so I could just Swing By. Maybe I haven’t given this movement much time or thought because I’ve had so much work to do and haven’t had time to really think about it. OR – is that just a really good excuse for apathy? The people who have been camped out for days can do so because they’re unemployed – hence their anger. So what’s my part / responsibility in this event, other than figuring out what’s pissing me off / what I find to be unjust, and coming up with ideas for funny signs? OH, THE SIGNS.

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Cats; Psychology

October 14th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Baby Kitty HATES the vet. We end up violently wrestling every time I have to stick him in his carrier thing, and then he sits there, freaking out, pouting and lamenting.

The vet confirmed my suspicions that this cat is INDEED fat, but perhaps to the point that I should, you know, really start interjecting, before he gets diabetes and we’re forced to do a reality show together. And so, I’m going to splurge on some Atkins cat food, because apparently cats are people too. As for his early morning meowing, the vet suggested that I continue to ignore him when I get home, feed him less, or that I play a bird video for him to watch while I’m not here. Instead of diving head first into total Cat Lady, I think I’ll just send him a really long passive aggressive email instead.

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October 14th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oh, Amanda. You spent three years in PRISON, not in a twisted universe where every day it’s 1998.

Actually, I really don’t know if there was ever a year where it was okay to wear that hat.

(But seriously, she’s really pretty and I will patiently await her Allure cover where she’s wearing a rug and riding a unicorn / Rachael Raye make-over/prison food bake-off.)

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Chapel Hill!!!!!

October 13th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Behold! Franklin street! ie, the strip of civilization in Chapel Hill, NC, where I did my undergrad. It’s pretty non-descript, sure, but holds hidden secrets like Cosmic Cantina and Ye Old Waffle Shop among other things that make your freshman 15 not only inevitable, but enjoyable, and necessary. This lucky playwright gets to return to Chapel Hill and work on a play with the graduate acting students. I’m developing the play with David Chapman, a director who was a year my senior. We’ve both been jonesing to go back and work on something there, and now we GET to. We’re going for a long weekend in November, and then for a few weeks in February to rehearse. Sometimes you want things, and then you GET them! We’re not entirely sure yet what this play will be, but we’ll developing it with and for the actors, and it might have something to do with the history of the campus itself, or Chapel Hill itself. Not sure yet, but for now, most importantly, OPEN EYE COFFEE / LINDA’S CHEESE FRIES / HANGING OUT WITH LAW SKOO BROTHER DAN / WEAVER STREET MARKET / SEEING BLAINE / POSSIBLY THE CHEESE FRIES AGAIN.

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October 12th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Guess who started washing, I mean REALLY washing, my hands. But seriously: this movie: so good. Every lil thing about it, from the music to the editing to the character work to the how the story is revealed to the PANIC INDUCING TRUTH OF IT ALL.

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Newwwwwww Play!

October 12th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

YOU get a play! And YOU get a play!

I am boldly going where probably many playwrights have gone before! Not the Oregon Trail literally, or even inside of the computer game itself – but I’m revisiting a play I started writing 5 years ago. I have eleven pages from way back when. There’s a little Apache Girl named Little Basket, lots of blood and angst. I think some things are salvageable. The story I wanted to tell then, and I think still now, is that of two cases of depression: one on the Oregon Trail in 1845, one Now. I’m really interested in how the reasons we are sad, and the degree to which society tolerates or sadness, have changed, or not changed at all. ┬áThe get the gears going, I spent a large part of the weekend researching and playing the Oregon Trail computer game, which I’m going to structure the play after. Remember this game you guys?? Remember?! In the safety of our middle school computer labs, we traversed the country. Loved ones got dysentery; Wagon Axles were lost. What’s weirder, that turmoil and tragedy was turned into a computer game, or that Imma try and write a play about it?

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