bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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I wore it best.

September 20th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Lots of glamour and innovation at the Emmy’s today, folks, as Hollywood’s finest hit the red carpet in their sunday best / cleavage. Lets go live to Bekah Brunstetter’s iPhoto booth!

YOW! Bekah  is sporting a balletish mini dress by Kimchi Blue for Urban Outfitters, which she had a real crisis about purchasing as she wasn’t sure if she was too old to enter an Urban Outfitters. Via this dress Brunstetter travels back in time / pretends that she did ballet as a child / was / is graceful and small.  Brunstetter is sporting freshly washed, still wet hair, bare lips, birkenstocks,  and remnants of last night’s eyeliner. When asked how she felt today, she said “wait Is this the one that’s for TV or the one that’s for movies or the one that’s for both?” She then found a popcorn kernel stuck in her bra.

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SLEEP, GLORIOUS SLEEP

September 19th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

When blessed with the occasional chance to sleep in, we all wake up but lay there, butt out like a baby, softly and half-asleeply singing a cover from the musical Oliver,  SLEEP GLORIOUS SLEEEEEEEEP, HOT SAUSAGE AND MUSTARD! in our heads and then audibly,  over over over until we kind of fall back asleep then wake up and sing it again, Right? RIGHT?

NO JUST ME? OKAY

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Advertising.

September 18th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I like to resist being controlled by advertising and pretend that I am a singular being with unpredictable preferences. And then other times it’s just like PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT TO DO. Case in point, there is an ice cream place in my hood, Jeni’s, that Morrison and I like to patron, with our faces. It is one hundred percent ridiculous, sometimes featuring ice creams with sun-burst vanilla corn kernels, and 200 percent delicious. Her ice cream is akin to swimming through a sweet and delicate stream with your mouth, if that were a thing. After a few visits, I signed up for her email list, that’s a thing I really did, and now, every few weeks, I get a message declaring her new flavor (above: honey milk chocolate with smoked almonds) and I’m like Jeni, thanks for the heads up, girl. I’ll be there in five minutes. THANK YOU FOR GUIDING MY CHOICES AND MY STEPS.

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WAIT BUT REALLY

September 17th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

We can all agree that this woman is at least 60% cyborg, right? KURZWEIL CAN NOW RETROACTIVELY ADD PART CYBORG RUNS FOR PRESIDENT TO HIS FUTURE PREDICTIONS for 2015 RIGHT?

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one of one hundred you’s

September 16th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

When we’re little, we are told that we are special. When we are medium-little, especially if we are artists, we tell OURSELVES that we are special, we cling to the things that set us apart, to the specifics of our narrative that make us compelling and unique.   I think a big part of growing up, like truly growing up, and I don’t mean paying your own rent / having your own health insurance, I mean reaching some semblance of emotional maturity — is accepting the fact that WE ARE IN FACT NOT UNIQUE. Sure, you grew up in a funeral home or in a military family or partially in Prague but guess what, SO DID A LOT OF OTHER HUMANS.  To grow up is to have the humility to accept this. There are things that make you special, sure, there is each moment of your life that you have uniquely inhabited,  but  there is no need to declare your preferences, to shout about your time abroad. You are a cog in the wheel, you are a part of a larger thing, you are just light, slowed down.

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CAT OUT OF BAG / INTO FRIDGE

September 15th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

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YOU DID IT FIRST.

September 14th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

There are many things I don’t understand, but today I choose to harp on white nationalists, and how they are deeply concerned about the fact that, if things proceed as they are, by 2040, whites will be a minority in the US. They’re using this wariness of ‘white genocide’ to justify all sorts of irrational actions and fears, when THIS COUNTRY WAS NEVER WHITE. WE JUST DOCKED OUR SHIPS AND DECLARED IT SO AND HARDCORE GENOCIDED SOME 80-90% OF THE NATIVE AMERICANS SO HARD THAT WE MADE IT A VERB.

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Fairy wedding 

September 13th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

I love how when two people decide to wed they can invent and declare a theme that combines their natures and interests with various desserts and decor and the songs of Missy Elliot. As a guest, you get to enter their world.   Morrison’s beautiful lil sis Emily was married yesterday in a midsummer night’s disco fairy wedding. Though I am not an official member of the family, I was still graced with a flower crown WHICH GUESS WHAT I LIKED A LOT. 


 
If you’re wondering how it feels to wear a flower crown on your head all night, it is the feeling of MEDEIVAL MAGNIFICENCE. 

 

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Declaration of spirit animal. 

September 12th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sure, it is a thing these days, to find a weird or charming person or thing and declare it your spirit animal, which is to say, were you to be turned inside out, what the pearl deep inside would be. Yes, it’s kind of an overdone thing. BUT REALLY MORRISON’S MOTHER CAM IS MY SPIRIT ANIMAL PERSON. Why, here she is, assembling fairy trees for her daughter’s wedding, tiny trees which she has been growing for months. 

SPIRIT. PERSON.  

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INFP

September 11th, 2015 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, my coworker looked at me and declared that I’m an INFP personality type, which sent me straight to the internet to learn more about myself / the way am I perceived, so that I might learn more about myself and become even more entrenched in / obsessed with my own self. The internet! I’m pleased to announce that as an INFP, am I focused on making the world a better place for humanity, and am deeply concerned about other people, therefore I am protected from all accusations of  narcissism. Rather I am trying to further understand myself, apparently, so that I might serve YOU. Reading further descriptions of my type, I feel as if I’ve met someone that is exactly like myself but THAT PERSON IS MYSELF. Read:

INFPs do not like to deal with hard facts and logic. Their focus on their feelings and the Human Condition makes it difficult for them to deal with impersonal judgment. They don’t understand or believe in the validity of impersonal judgment, which makes them naturally rather ineffective at using it. Most INFPs will avoid impersonal analysis, although some have developed this ability and are able to be quite logical. Under stress, it’s not uncommon for INFPs to mis-use hard logic in the heat of anger, throwing out fact after (often inaccurate) fact in an emotional outburst.

HEY GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

And so who are YOU? How can YOU justify your flaws, spin them into a narrative  in which you are a most complicated person? FIND OUT HERE!

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