bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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You’ve outdone yourself 

May 21st, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of my favorite things about hanging out with Julien, other than hanging out with Julien, is the fact that she is the only person that I know who is even more psychotically fixated on time management and doing secret surprise things for others than myself. Being around her normalizes me and it makes it seem like EVERYONE is constantly in their head calculating when we should leave and or how to surprise someone with their favorite thing. I get to sit back and be the receiver instead of the doer, like this casual parfait that she carefully constructed this morning, one for everyone, after waking up at seven to clean and slice fruits and frenetically pack things and just be wonderful, just in general. 

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oh, honey

May 20th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

As I get older, I become more and more aware of things like time, consequences,  and all of the stuff from the grocery store that I am supposed to put on my face so as to keep my skin looking young. Apparently one of these things is honey, and also greek yogurt, so just basically you put your breakfast on your face and then just let it slide off into your lap and then you know, just go from there. The best part of imagining putting honey all over my face is the fact that IT’S BEE VOMIT, which I always forget. Please, every time you drip it into your tea / rub it on your face / gently lather it over just toast, REMEMBER THAT IT’S PUKE.

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Three girls / one height 

May 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I somehow managed to make myself three wonderous friends who are all the EXACT. SAME. HEIGHT. Convenient for pictures, ADORABLE FOREVER. 

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the capsule wardrobe

May 18th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Yesterday, I capsuled my wardrobe, which is a thing that women are now doing to their clothes. Women with arguably excess income (me) tend to sometimes (everyday) fill some unnamable void they feel with a new clothing item that they will probably never wear, or only wear once and feel dissatisfied because, in fact, sweaters do not solve larger existential problems, unless it’s a really good cashmere. Not only is the underlying emotional issue behind the purchase not addressed, it is a horrible waste of money and time that gives me great anxiety when I really think about it. Enter the capsule wardrobe, in which you basically get rid of most of your clothes and limit yourself to about 40 items that you really love to wear, that are made well, or madewell, that you feel good while wearing, and you just wear those things, which is to say, HOW MEN ALREADY TREAT THEIR CLOTHES. Getting rid of stuff felt liberating, empowering, and definitely only happened immediately after I dropped 200 bucks on new clothes that I decided were the only clothes I ever needed to wear. I AM FREE!

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I was definitely not born with it

May 17th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Nice lady at makeup counter: Hi, can I help you?

Me: Yes, um — my face is allergic to the make up I’ve been using, and so I need some other make up.

Nice lady: Okay, so like a foundation or a compact or 2 in 1?


Nice lady: What kind of make up do you normally use?

Me:….I put it on my face?

Nice lady: Okay, probably a two in one. What kind of skin do you have?

Me: Skin!

Nice lady: is it oily or dry?


Nice Lady: Okay! Do you have a primer that you use?


Nice lady: That you put on before your makeup.

Me: Like a moisturizer?!

Nice Lady: No, it’s a different thing that goes on after your moisturizer, before your makeup.


Nice Lady: try these products. And here’s my card with my number. Text me if you have any questions.


Nice Lady: Sure.


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that part is God

May 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

One of the many things I like about hanging with Morrison’s family is that his Dad has a brain like an inquisitive encyclopedia stuffed full of knowledge,  spanning back centuries, and sometimes centuries into the future. We tend to get into big conversations, like the other night: is life, in fact, too inexplicable to be random? Is it, in fact, a just simulation? If we’ve come so far as a race to be able to create simulations of a race, how do we know that we are not a simulation that we created? Not his Dad’s theory per se, just a theory that he passed along, that’s currently popular.  I, along with his Mom,  of course found this idea to be deeply upsetting, and I ended up shouting something like BUT WHAT ABOUT MY CONSCIOUSNESS?! We eventually arrived at this idea: all of the scientists forever could gather in a big old science room with all of their science tools and studies and books and data, and there would still be parts of the world  they could not explain, not matter what. To me, that part is God. I don’t know if he IS that part, but that’s where he lives, or rather hides, or rather, waits.

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perks of being a Foster Keddie

May 15th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I somehow lucked out and managed to marry into a family with some serious perks. Morrison’s family owns and operates the Boston Harbor Marina up in Olympia,  Washington. It’s part gift shop, part grocery store, part local hang out,  with kayaks, live music, Sunday Brunch, local beers and free unlimited chill vibes. When we visit,  I get to roll into the quaint store like a Kennedy and help myself to the soft serve machine, and then look at the very kind 15 year old working the cash register and say with perhaps too much confidence,  Put this on Cam’s Tab, sweetheart, sometimes with a bonus creepy wink. I’ve also gotten to help out a few times, which honestly brings me more happiness than a bucket of soft serve ever could. It makes me feel part of the family, and with a family spot like this, HOW COULD ONE NOT WANT TO BE ON TEAM FK?

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To Uncle

May 14th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Verb: to get on a plane and fly through the air for the sole purpose of hanging out with your nephews; to spend the next three days following them around and clocking their every move like the world’s most loving and attentive stalker; to be made to eat your own hat.

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May 13th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

A massive sea creature that is maybe a squid or a whale or some new sort of thing just washed ashore in Indonesia. Among  questions like WHAT and WHY, I am pondering this: isn’t it crazy that some creatures on earth look like this:

and others, this?

And then even others, this?

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Light Reignfall

May 12th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today I patroned Light Reignfall, a temporary light exhibit / perceptual cell at LACMA, described by the artist James Turrell as  ‘an intense experience….that reveals the multidimensional power of light and the complexities of the human eye.’ The participant selects either hard or soft light, and I selected hard so as to not be perceived a wuss.  It’s meditative and trippy and momentarily terrifying. I think that ‘Light Reignfall’ is a pretty apt name for the experience,  but also might suggest “time to lay in an acid globe and watch strobe lights until your eyeballs start to actually spasm and you start to wonder if perhaps the epilepsy your big brother had as a child is genetic  Oh wait now it’s sort of softening a bit this is nice it’s almost like getting to first base with the space time continuum OH LORD THERE GO THE SEIZURE LIGHTS AGAIN, IS THIS EARTH? WHAT IS TIME?!” Which would of course be much harder to print on a ticket.

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