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

MY OWN PRIVATE CELEBRITY.

February 29th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today on I live in LA and sometimes there are famous people and / or people who look vaguely familiar and if you stare at their faces long enough you realize they are from that car commercial: This guy was in the my yoga class this morning.

And I was perhaps the only one who noticed that he is in fact STEVIE FROM EASTBOUND AND DOWN, THE LOVABLE, PRONE TO TEARS NERD WHO GETS THIS UNFORTUNATE CHIN IMPLANT.

I don’t think I know his real name. I don’t know if I want to know his real name. I just want him to exist in a secret place where I know he’s Stevie, where he knows he’s Stevie, but everyone else is just downward facing their dogs, but meanwhile, in our shared mindspace, we are remembering that time he decided he no longer wanted his unfortunate chinplant, and so he shot it off with a gun.

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60!

February 28th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

The happiest of birthdays to my fair and generous and supportive and punny father who is somehow sixty years old today. I feel like he’s been in his fifties for forever which is probably circa ten years. I wish him ten more years of bike rides and cheese and crackers and trips abroad and sound decisions. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY-O!

And to the eerily happy inflatable Vulture: SEE YOU IN MY NIGHTMARES.

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We are amazing.

February 27th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

WHAT IS THIS? INSIDE OF ALIEN HEAD?

Nah, Bro’s. It’s the guts of a CACAO PLANT. That’s right. It could someday be this:

I’ve been watching this four part series on Netflix called Cooked.  It’s all about how, over thousands of years, we have figured out how to use the earth’s natural elements: fire, air, water, and other Power Rangers, to cook our food. And it is FASCINATING, and kind of mind blowing and beautiful, that we somehow figured out how to make this:

Into this.

NOW PARDON WHILE I GO HUNT AND KILL A CHOCOLATE CAKE.

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HAVE I MENTIONED

February 26th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

CRACKER IS ONE OF THE FEW THINGS I LOVE PURELY

WITHOUT CATVEAT.

…..CATVEAT.

….I’LL SEE MYSELF OUT.

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Je voudrais être une petite femme française

February 25th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I wish I was a tiny french woman whose pants hang off her like drapes, who subsists only off of cigarettes and the occasional pain au chocolat  but she never gets cancer and only ever smells of lavender. At night she folds herself into an envelope and slides herself into a book of 19th century poetry. But je suis American. Je suis made of cereal  and crayons and corn. My pants hug my hips like shrink-wrap, my form shoving against the fabric, hips made of marshmallows and old receipts. At night I tuck myself into an empty bag of goldfish crackers. I nuzzle deep into the crumbs and dream of France.

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HOLD THE PHONE.

February 24th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I would like to announce that after years of putting jokes about wearing blazers into nearly everything I’ve ever written, I have to go and speak and a fancy theater thing tonight and so I am TODAY ACTUALLY WEARING A BLAZER WITH GREAT SERIOUSNESS.

Questions / concerns can be directed at the Blazer itself.

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today, on things I forever love: 

February 23rd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

 Guess what I love more than super intense cast photos from my plays? NOTHING IN THE WORLD. 

EXCEPT MAYBE THIS PROP WAFFLE A LA MODE. 

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a dream is a wish your heart makes

February 22nd, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I dreamt that the entire world was made of butterscotch chips. You were made of butterscotch chips. I was made of butterscotch chips. We sat down in chairs made of butterscotch chips, ordered meatballs made of butterscotch chips, bit deep down into them, found more butterscotch. Our chairs began to melt so we sank our teeth into them. A person made of butterscotch passed by. There’s literally no point to butterscotch, person said. It has no nutritional value. The person disappeared. We turned back to face each other. We divided the table into halves, and kept eating. Our teeth swelled in our mouths like balloons. We kept eating.

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PUNZ FOR DAYZ

February 21st, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Am I pun magnet? Do I just mosey my way through life, happening upon the earth’s greatest puns? YES. YES I DO. South Coast Rep’s lit department bringin the term Theater Nerds to a WHOLE. NEW. LEVEL.

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GET ON IT.

February 20th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on sometimes this is a whimsical food blog because when I get stressed out I like to avoid any and all actual responsibilities and bake: THESE. COOKIES.

Oh, but they just look like regular cookies, you say. Get over yourself, you say. WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL, YOU SAY / ASK.

THEY ARE MADE WITH HONEY INSTEAD OF SUGAR, AND COCONUT FLOUR INSTEAD OF WHITE FLOUR.  A lot of times, when you futz with the bad (good) stuff when baking and try and shove a cookie full of greek yogurt instead of butter or like bok choy instead of chocolate it just turns out wrong and strange. But these dudes are fluffy and decadent and perfect and I’ve made them twice since discovering them. Make them! Give them away with a mild air of superiority!

RECIPE HERE.

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