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

Persistence

August 13th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

3 years ago, Carrie was living in Charleston for law school, and so I sent her flowers for her birthday. To this day, The company I ordered from calls and emails me about ten times a year to thank me for my business and to, you know, let me know they still exist, should I ever have a loved one living in Charleston again. I’m certainly no business major, but wouldn’t any $ gained from said calls never be greater than or even equal to however much they’re paying the woman who makes these calls who sounds like someone I went to middle school with who has suddenly been transported to their early 60’s, and who has not left the house in 37 years and only knows the world through the Reader’s Digests left around the house?

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For my First Grown up Home.

August 13th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

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That Time I Died and went to Flea Market

August 12th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today with little to do, I did some serious meandering around the Fairfax Flea Market, which might also be called the Melrose Trading Post, which is a fairly giant collection of vintage and handmade art vendors hosted every Sunday on the grounds of a high school. 2 bucks a head entry fee raises funds for said school. Um, really smart. If you’ve known me for more than five minutes, I’ve most likely made it clear that I loved Goodwill and thrift stores, but I can’t stand vintage stores, where it’s already sort of all been picked out for you. I want the thrill of the hunt, and flea markets give me said thrill. I also don’t mind the mandatory pineapple lemonade that accompanies the meandering. So this Fairfax flea situation is basically the best  market I’ve ever patroned, and if I happen to ever live in LA again, I will probably be furnishing my home entirely from items with it. It was really hard not to buy every framed picture of a weird baby from 1943 and every salt and pepper shaker and every orange desk lamp and each clown portrait. I had no problem, however, resisting these:

which are essentially mangled and destroyed jean shorts that you wear REALLY high up your crotch so that it’s perfectly clear to everyone surrounding you that you’re capable of bearing children, which every girl in LA seems to be wearing right now. Instead, I gifted myself with a necklace:

The artist also made tiny gold fork necklaces, airplanes, toilets and rabbits and pies, but, feeling classic and practical after resisting fertility shorts,  I went with this little guy. It reads C’est la vie, but you must stick your face directly onto my collar bone to tell.

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THE REFRESHER

August 11th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

I can’t stop drinking these new starbucks drinks that I discovered last week in Chicago. I also can’t stop talking about them to innocent loved ones, which goes something like,

say, have you tried the new Starbucks refresher trademark? Don’t you ever like, want something cold but like, an iced coffee is like, too thick, and it’s super hot out and coffee is just like, gross? Well the new Starbucks Refresher Trademark does something with young or green coffee beans and they do something to them that makes it still caffeinated but green, or something. There’s a pamphlet with some arrows. If you get one, just read the pamphlet. They’re just so refreshing. REFRESHING! Ha. That’s why they’re called the. Um. Just get one.

I officially give the next person to whom I deliver this diatribe  to punch me straight in the face. Now if you’ll pardon me, I have to walk .7 miles to the nearest Starbucks for a Starbucks Refresher Trademark try the Berry Hibiscus with Real Chunks of Fruit.

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Nobody

August 10th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’m staying with my friend Chris, but the house technically belongs to this kitten, Nobody.

Clearly, he is Somebody, and I will be taking 900 pictures of him, and sharing them here.

Sincerely,

Cat Person

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My this time Chariot!

August 10th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

For this semi-annual trip to LA to shake hands / pimp myself, I have selected this adorable marshmallow of a car thing to cart me around. It’s easy to spot, somehow smells like vanilla, and will most likely not be involved in traffic accidents, especially now that this time, taking the 105 to the 110 to the 5 to the 134 actually makes some sort of SENSE.

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I too should write a book.

August 9th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

The history and social influence of the gummy bear, by Bekah Brunstetter.

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This is How

August 8th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

to trick yourself into thinking you’re eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but also, to magically transport yourself to inside of a commercial where you’re sitting on your giant leather couch night-dreaming about wearing your skinny jeans from College, wrestling with your late night craving for something sweet,  and then all the sudden, you’re at the pantry, and then all of the sudden, you’re eating cereal at midnight? and then even more suddenly, it’s two weeks later, and you’re zipping up the jeans in front of the mirror and then you dance a little bit because no one is watching except for your really attractive probably 1/4th Puerto Rican husband, who is gazing at you from the doorway, who loved you even when you were 5 pounds tragically overweight, which made you so sad that you just sat on your couch at midnight, thinking of jeans, donuts dancing above your head.

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Bitter

August 7th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on qualities of human beings that I don’t like that I’m also definitely guilty of: BITTERNESS! Brussel Sprouts! Grapefruit! Kale! And feelings. What a gross thing we do and feel. I’m not a deeply bitter or constantly bitter person, but every now and then I totally go there. I hate it. I’m also hyper sensitive to when people are feeling bitter but laughing it off to pretend like they’re not, but I’m not bitter or anything, I just…. Instead we should own it: I am really bitter right now, and then let it go, instead of pretending like it’s not happening, which only makes it worse. See you next time on Emotions, where I’ll be discussing jealousy, and how liberating it is to tell a person that you’re jealous of them, and how uncomfortable it makes the other person feel.

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Curiosity

August 7th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

I love this little (car-sized) Mars explorer, and how much it’s being personified as some kind of hyper intelligent and delicate toddler. Moving at an adorable 1/10th of a mile per hour, it’s going to take pictures of Mountains we haven’t seen. I really think that once it returns (will it, or will it sort of just die on Mars, after all of this personification?!) one of the NASA folks is going to take it home like a retired police dog, and walk it and go on adventures with it, and there will probably be a reality show about this.

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