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

Helium

August 22nd, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Important Internet News Sources report that apparently, we are running out of Helium, and the cost has nearly tripled in the past ten years. Important Internet News Sources say this shortage is caused by a depletion of a large Helium reserve in Texas, but I posit that it can be largely explained by the fact that I worked the Balloon Counter at Party City from 1996-2000.

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August 21st, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Tapped

August 20th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Every now and then, ie right now, I feel totally tapped in terms of Material. All of the big questions I’m asking about life, relationships, the way the world works,  etc are wrapped up in plays I’ve already written, and I’m sort of waiting for the next thing to befuddle or grip me. It could be that there is something massive happening in my life right now, but I’m so inside of it, I can’t even tell, and years from now I’ll look back on this time fondly, and with clarity and hilarity,  kinda like I do now with middle school. But what am I meant to do in the meantime? Writers get so wrapped up in writing that we forget to live. I’m not one to write about something just because it fascinates me, I have to find my personal way into it, so just wandering around a museum or scaling a mountain doesn’t seem productive. But I also shouldn’t just sit and wait in the middle of my life for something to happen to me, hovering in a standstill.  Instead, I think I’ll just allow myself to be inspired by the tiny, stupid things that are currently striking my fancy, like what am I meant to do when I’m stuck on the train with someone wearing the same shoes as me? Am I supposed to acknowledge this with some knowing smile like we’re in a secret club and both know the password, which is the shoe?  Or pretend like it’s not happening, at all?

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August 19th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Les Chiens

August 18th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

I happened upon these 3 dog friends in McCarren Park today. I  immediately decided that they were old pastry chefs taking a brief break from a hot kitchen to lay in the grass and discuss politics, crema and their vacation homes. In other news, I’m back in NYC, and am really stoked that I don’t think I have to leave again for like at LEAST another nine days.

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Professionalism

August 17th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Dear Ryan Reynolds,

As you probably don’t know, I am meeting with your production company today. While I respect your work as an artist, and I assume you respect mine, I was just wondering- if you happened to be around your office today – if we might put professionalism aside, and if you might let put my face on your stomach. Just for a minute. You don’t even have to look at me or talk to me while I’m doing it.

Respectfully,

Bekah

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That thing where you can’t sleep in Silence

August 16th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

When I was wee, my parents put a fan in my room to help me take naps. Usually instead of ‘napping’ I would pretend to make pies or destroy my room, in general. But flash forward years later, I can’t sleep in silence. It literally hums in my ears. Not shockingly, there is a Fan App for those of us who can physically Hear quiet! It sounds exactly like a fan, and suddenly, I’m transported to middle school, beginning of winter, when my parents took my fan away and put it in the attic to save electricity, and after they went to sleep, I went up to the attic, got my fan, locked my door, turned that guy on, and slept like a baby. (This fan removal followed immediately by middle of the night fan espionage continued for probably weeks, until I’m pretty sure my parents just gave up.)

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Distractions

August 16th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

It was REALLY hard to stay the course and not patron the – Hammer Museum?

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I could get used to this

August 15th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Note to self: Do NOT get used to this.

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CAR SNACKS; GAMES

August 15th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

After multiple stints in and trips to LA, I have finally learned that it’s important to have car snacks, as they don’t necessarily have 24 hour bodegas on each corner where you can ALWAYS buy toilet paper or almonds or skittles. More often than not, you find yourself totally starving and driving through some wasteland of beautiful houses or car washes and no food in sight until you find the one restaurant in a two mile radius that will not require a double left turn, and next thing you know, you’re eating a hot dog that is somehow wet. Instead: CAR SNACKS! I’ve also developed CAR GAMES! My favorite being Hey Look at that Guy, in which – when you’re sitting in traffic –  you decide who the person in the car next to you looks like, usually someone you went to high school with or someone you’re only friends with on facebook, and then, through both of your closed windows, you shout that person’s name at them.  If they look at you, you get 10 points, which are later redeemable for swedish fish.

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