bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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December 15th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


Go back to college for a DAY! sports! Science! History! Nietzsche! I wonder if they also provide Chik fila sandwiches and / or identity issues. I wonder if you show up in pajama pants with a sack full of gummy bears and take your seat towards the back on a folded out futon. Only one way to find out. COLLEGE HERE I COME AGAIN, LOOK OUT PIERCING PAGODAS, VARIOUS TONGUE RINGS AND ALL PURPLE BIC PENS! But really I kind of want to do this.

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How Theater Disappointed Bekah Brunstetter

December 14th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Now I have to do the thing where I am irksomely vague, but I recently received some really disappointing theater news: something was going to happen, and now it is not happening. Your friend, Vague.  But the odd thing was: I didn’t rage or cry. I just sort of: accepted. It felt like that moment when you’ve known someone for a long time, and you’ve started to get why they do what they do, and they piss you off, and you don’t get mad at them because you love them and understand them, even though they’ve being a (lovable)  A hole.

See somewhere between the Lorimer L stop and LA, I have kind of given up on theater. Not playwriting, but theater. Not like as an art, or as a form of expression, but as a career. I no longer long to have some dumb New York times feature on me in the theater section in which I’m drinking Green Tea at a cafe in Cobble Hill and talking about my childhood and running my fingers ‘nervously through my locks.’ I no longer expect large productions or accolades. Instead, theater has shifted further from my ego and closer to well, to my heart. It’s now back to where it first was: how I sort through my feelings and fears. Plays are again good excuses to act like children in rehearsal rooms and blast music and build cues and sometimes make people feel understood; it is no longer mercenary in any way shape or form, which I gotta say: feels pretty great.

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December 13th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter





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December 12th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dreamt I got a fluffy puppy and named her Roxanne and then we split a chicken pot pie.  I’ll talk to you in two days when I hunt down and purchase and actually have a puppy named Roxanne. Or at least a chicken pot pie.

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December 11th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

THIS JUST IN: SCARVES ARE FUN TO WEAR. I have just discovered them. They come in various sizes and colors and sometimes have swans upon them. Stick your hands in them! Trap your hair in them! Bury your face in it! Take small naps! Avoid conversations! Compliment your sweater! HIDE FROM THE WORLD!

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Today’s Portmanteau

December 10th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday I learned a new word: Portmanteau: N: a combination of two words into one new word. Also yesterday I invented a Portmanteau.

REINDEERVOUS: when two people meet up for the sole purpose of locating reindeer.

My job here is done.

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A Generation Generalization

December 9th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

I love how This American Life forces me to think and ponder humans and life all before 9 AM. This morning: Unconditional Love. Apparently, pre-1950s, Love wasn’t even a part of psychology textbooks. Love was not considered an integral part of a parent / child relationship. In fact, parents were warned to not kiss their children more than once a year, lest the children become ‘overkissed,’ which I figure means too needy / fragile / sensitive. Then Harry Harlow came along with his monkey experiment which proved a baby’s need for its mother’s comfort and warmth. Sixty years later, after sixty years of our mothers loving and kissing and complimenting and cuddling and coddling and hugging us aggressively, opening, warmly, I’d say that people are more open to their feelings, more comfortable expressing themselves and expressing love; but also, crazier, driven to therapy, to broken relationships, to bad poetry. Basically, we have like 7,000 more feelings. I say this with the authority of a person who was not alive in 1950, and has never taken a Psychology Class, and who just yesterday learned how to put air in her tires. I of course had to call my Daddy about it, who talked me through it, after assuring me that I am the most incredible person who has ever lived throughout all of time.

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fa la la la la

December 8th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter



20131208-161205.jpg tissssss the season to make famous playwrights come over and decorate Christmas cookies like a bunch of glammed out 3 year olds to be jolly

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December 7th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


Say, are you worried about what to get your loved ones? Anxious over all the money you’re spending? Agonizing over which dress to wear to which fete? Concerned over commercialism? Why just CRUSH A WHOLE CRAPLOAD OF CANDY CANES. LIKE VERY AGGRESSIVELY WITH AN EMPTY WINE BOTTLE. Perhaps you’ll feel better. If not: sprinkle on fudge.

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December 6th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

It takes some 50 people to make an episode of TV, and it is not expected, but say, monstrously appreciated,  to somehow thank these people / bribe them with confections. Directress Zetna and I selected these massive cakes from a bakery in Burbank to bribe and thank our crew. Note that I am solely responsible for approximately 17% of the damage.

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