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

BEHOLD

January 13th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

BACON SRIRACHA DEVILED EGGS

BOW DOWN

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Emotions, and how to Have them

January 12th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

This book is single-handedly actually altering the way I perceive and manage my own feelings. It’s incredible. It’s basically just a compilation of advice letters and responses, topics ranging from tension with parents, to love, to jealousy, to misery, to morality and where it comes from (a personal favorite.) The thesis: embrace inconsistencies, and the unknown. I want to sit here and transcribe the entire thing for you but that’s probably technically illegal, Instead, here’s a slice:

“Do you hear that? It’s your body talking to you. Do what it tells you to do. Be its employee. It doesn’t matter what your head is working out — the money, the uncertainty of employment, the meta/feminist gymnastics. Putting faith in that stuff might pay the rent, but it’s never going to build your house. We are here to build the house. It’s our work, our job, the most important gig of all: to make a place that belongs to us, a structure composed of our own moral codes. Not the code that only echoes imposed cultural values, but the the one that tells us on a visceral level what to do. You know what’s right for you and what’s wrong for you.”

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I NEED IT.

January 11th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

The scene:

Gelson’s coffee counter, 9 AM. I have yet to have coffee and so I can’t think, form words, or tolerate anything that humans do. Finally, my coffee is handed to me, and I head to dress it.

Woman blocking the counter that clearly did not read my blog on July 29th, 2008: WHAT IS THAT?

Me:….Iced Coffee.

Woman blocking the counter that clearly did not read my blog on July 29th, 2008: WHAT’S IN IT?

Me: Coffee. And Ice.

Woman blocking the counter that clearly did not read my blog on July 29th, 2008:: THAT LOOKS GOOD.

Me: IT IS GOOD. IT’S REALLY GOOD. THAT’S WHY I ORDERED IT. AND IF YOU DON’T GET OUT OF MY WAY SO THAT THIS COFFEE CAN GET IN MY FACE I WOULD GENUINELY FEAR FOR YOUR FUTURE AND POSSIBLY ALSO FOR YOUR FAMILY.

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I very much enjoy

January 10th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

This little pinky ring that either means I won the world’s tiniest, most charming superbowl or attended a very whimsical and erudite all girls boarding school somewhere in England. I will be forcing people to kiss it, all day.

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When Bad feels Good

January 9th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

The other night I was driving home, shuffling through m’tunes, and happened upon this Phosphorescent song, Too Sick to Pray. Almost a year ago, while going through  a drug out break up and  a pretty gnarly respiratory infection, I listened to this song approximately 937 times, driving to and from work. I could barely breathe and my heart ached and I couldn’t go minutes without crying but I’d sing the living crap out of this song through my nose. Listening to it again gave me this really odd longing and nostalgia for how down I was then. I’m happy to not be there anymore, but I weirdly miss feeling that way.  What is that? Tell me what that is. My theory: are we maybe, sadly, never more alive than when we’re sad? Perhaps even more alive than when we’re fully happy? We are vulnerable, feeling all of our feelings x100, noticing everything in relation to our sadness, thinking grandly. We feel significant? Or even further: are we secretly the happiest when we get to think of nothing but ourselves, which is at the root of sadness? Is this when we’re most happy, in a sick sort of way? Ruminate. Discuss.

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Pages, and how they have Feelings

January 8th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I like to start a new thing by writings its title page, for once it has one, it’s officially a thing that exists in the world, that can get mad at you for not working on it, that can whisper to you while you’re sleeping, that can feel neglected and coddled and then neglected again.

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SHUT UP

January 7th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

A couple of artists have been creating these things called Minimiams in which they stage tiny dramas with miniatures and various foods. Please click here to delight at and weep over their genius.

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This is my Only new Favorite Thing

January 7th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

There are plenty of earthly items that I am far too attached to, but this Happy Holidays from RJ Mitte coffee mug from RJ Mitte is officially my NEW FAVORITE.

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Posthumously

January 6th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I woke up this morning to finds news and posts all over facebook of the tragic death of this awesome young playwright — Daniel Mcclung — who died yesterday AM of smoke inhalation when  a fire broke out in his midtown building. I’m not going to pretend for a SECOND that I knew Daniel though it’s clear from all the facebook sadness and love that he was a incredibly talented and sweet guy. But I must say, when I read the news, I was  shaken.

Being a young playwright in New York is kind of like living inside of a warped video game / fairy tale comprised completely of deadlines and cocktails and rehearsals and moleskin journals and rewrites and day jobs and hoodies and playbill.com. When you make your life inside of said video game, you absolutely forget that life or death is not, say, whether or not you get into Juilliard or whether or not Rattlestick wants to do a reading of your play, but rather – actual life. Or actual Death.

All of this to say, I think that there might be a silver lining here. I remember when I was wee and writing my first plays,  I would think: I feel like this is great. Maybe this is great? It’s probably not great. Maybe no one will read this. Or do this. Or maybe I will die in some beautiful and ironic way and then they’ll all be sorry I didn’t live to write more of them, and there will be statues of me, and evenings of me, and books of me. Daniel was probably NOT such a fragile narcissist, but I have a feeling that the theater community is going to rally around his work, and he’s going to see more love and appreciation for and productions of his play than he ever would have, had he lived a full life. Of course, given the choice, I’m still Daniel would have picked Life, but still: I can’t help but try and focus on that slightly positive element: every play he’s ever written just because 900 times more meaningful and significant, and if leaving a profound mark on the theater community and / or perhaps the world  with your plays is not Having Lived, I just don’t know what is.

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Arenal

January 5th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Julien and I are in the midst of deciding where to stay by this lovely volcano, Arenal, in Costa Rica:

I keep looking at beautiful volcano pictures, romanticizing, fantasizing, and totally forgetting that OH RIGHT, SOMETIMES THEY DO THIS:

WISH US LUCK

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