bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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your Coconuts

May 21st, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

My mind sees what it wants.  I just got this letter from my bank:

Which I first read as ‘Working together to keep your Coconuts protected.’ Call it a mild learning disability, early signs of a stroke, or perhaps call it what it is:  my brain says nay to all adult things  and ONLY EVER WANTS TO BE INSIDE OF A BOUNCY CASTLE AT A CHILD’S BIRTHDAY PARTY, COVERED IN FROSTING.

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Today, on food atrocities:

May 20th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on I am on an Email List for an Ice Cream shop: JENI’S ATLANTIC BEACH PIE ICE CREAM:

Description: There is an old Southern legend that warns diners not to eat dessert after a seafood meal, lest they fall ill. Salty-sweet Atlantic Beach Pie was the exception with its cracker crust, lemon custard filling, and whipped cream top. Our version—sweet cream ice cream swirled with homemade lemon pudding and buttery, saltine cracker gravel—is a frozen homage to this Southern staple. Our ice cream hits all the notes of a perfect dessert: sweet, tart, citrusy, salty. If this summer has one IT dessert, it’s Atlantic Beach Pie.


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May 19th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Every month, it seems, a major publication releases an article that basically just says, hey guys guess what! There is going to be a major earthquake in LA REAL. SOON. Every time I read one, I inevitably waste heart and brain space worrying about collapsed roofs and visualizing pillaged Whole Foods, cracked jars of almond butter,  and people peeing in gutters and what if I can’t get to my contact lenses. So what if, just hear me out, All of the Newspapers, what if we all just agreed to know the fact that at any moment, California could aggressively shake for two minutes straight and kill us all, either with its shaking, or with the disease and mania to come after? To know it, and forget it, to go about our lives as if we live on something solid and safe and unflappable and NOT ‘locked, loaded, and ready to roll.’ MUST WE CREATE SUCH FEAR ABOUT SOMETHING THAT CANNOT BE PREVENTED?

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May 18th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Verb: to be a young person traveling through Europe alone with a journal; to frantically journal in it. Whenever anyone asks you what your deal is, you lie and say you’ve been hired to write a book about traveling through Europe and that’s why you’re so frantically writing everything down, then the person sort of nods and walks away, either blown away or doubting you, and you sit there wondering why you felt the need to lie that lie, but then start to practice saying it aloud so that next time it sounds more believable.

The other night I yawned and suddenly my brain ripped me back eleven years to standing outside of a clothing store in Milan, peering through the window to see if they sold pants, because I went to Europe for a month without any pants at all because I was 22 years old and how is that I was allowed to go to Europe for a month by myself. Remembering this feeling of lost-ness and wonder and this constant sense of NO ONE IN THE WORLD KNOWS WHERE I AM compelled me to bust out my old Journal from the trip. It’s full of self portraits and angry and wondrous poetry about hurricanes and paintings and nuns,  and cliched rumination on americans abroad.   I like to flip through it sometimes to remember what it’s like to have only one job: to wander, to ponder, to find and eat a weird sandwich, to write it all down. I miss having a journal. I guess this blog is my journal, but it doesn’t feel the same. It’s cleaner. Less private. A journal is for secret thoughts. For muck. I want to have a journal again for the stuff beneath the stuff beneath the stuff.

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Do you care about Issues?

May 17th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

An awesome young playwright Zoe Samuel made this incredible flow chart so that we can all determine whether we should be in marketing or musical theater lyricists. FLOW THROUGH IT NOWWWWW (with reading glasses) (or very strong magnifying glass) (remember when we wrote in 10 pt font?) (REMEMBER?!)

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May 16th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Everyone likes to profess that their baby is the cutest, the smartest, the baby-est, makes the best faces, is the actual picture of a baby from the dictionary, will live out its days charming the actual pants off of anyone he meets. But of course, all babies cannot be the cutest, because then there would be no such thing as most cute. So just to make things easier, let’s all just agree that MORRISON’S NEPHEW / MY SOON TO BE NEPHEW, LUKE, IS THE ACTUAL CUTEST BABY THAT HAS EVER BEEN BORN BY HUMANS.


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May 15th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Magie (also known as Iceland, or my beautiful friend from grad school who sometimes has me stand in abandoned sheds or fields so she can capture something only she sees) IS IN LA! Scouting locations for upcoming fashion shoots. So today, I get to explore my own hood and nearby hoods, scavenge through my own streets. I get to drive her around and pretend like I can also spot good sites, by which I mean, HEY MAGIE LOOK GRAFITI and HEY LOOK! SOMEBODY MADE A GIRAFFE OUT OF PAPER MACHE AND PUT IT ON TOP OF THEIR HOUSE! but also sometimes, Magie looking for the thing is the thing itself. 

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a thousand words

May 14th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

There is all of the bad press that North Carolina is  getting right now, there are vitriolic Facebook posts, and then nationally, and even globally, there is racial tension and people falling off cruiseships and there are bombs going off at Children’s hospitals, but then there is this picture of a Charlotte policeman, who was called to handle this autistic student,  who had stormed out of  school, threatening suicide:

…and there is the fact that he just sat down on the ground with him, spoke to him man to man, human to human, and calmed him down.

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This Spell will make us Gods

May 13th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

I love my Young Adult literature from the 80s and 90s book club nearly more than I love myself, and so I must share these.  Remember Scholastic books?  You used to pretend to read them when staring at boys in the library, then you would take them home to actually read and find the stories to be flimsy and so you would instead relish in the long descriptions about the character’s cuffed acid washed denim or full wavy hair and you would stare at your own hair in the mirror, wondering if it would ever grow down to your butt so that one day, you might use it as a rope ladder. REMEMBER? A brilliant person named Dominic Moschitti is altering the covers of these books, and it’s just delightful:


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Input / Output

May 12th, 2016 by Bekah Brunstetter

Here’s a thing about being a writer that I am constantly forgetting and remembering and forgetting all over again: with no input, there is no output. If you’ve recently done a massive purge of feelings and ideas, which is to say, finished a big project of any kind, or begun a new one, and given most of yourself to it  — YOU ARE EMPTY. If you try and generate content during that time, you will LITERALLY MAKE YOURSELF SICK, physically and emotionally.  If you keep revving the engine in this empty place, you will damage your pipes. You must wait until you refill. But it’s not even as simple as reading something or just reflecting. The actual intake of content does not instantly turn into ideas. You must engage so hard in your own life and the world around you, you must go so far from the actual act of writing that you’ve nearly convinced yourself that you’ll never do it again,  or at least do it well — you must meet that terrifying thought head on, wrap yourself around it — and then suddenly, in that desperate and lonely but necessary place, words and people are standing quietly in front of you, waiting to be seen.

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