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Courtesy of the New Yorker
ON SECOND THOUGHT
by John Kenney
Issue of 2005-11-14
Posted 2005-11-07

October 27, 2005
Hi! Just a quick note to say that you looked heavyish last time I saw you, which, come to think of it, was this morning, in the Oval Office, when you accepted my withdrawal (which you had secretly demanded) and ruined my life and dreams and spirit. I hope we can stay friends. And, again, I am sorry for vomiting on your desk. Best to your wife (Laurel??).

Harriet Miers, NOT a Supreme Court nominee

October 27, later on
It dawns on me that I may not have mentioned that you ruined my life. Or did I? Also, do you ever wonder where you’d be if it wasn’t for your father, who, when you think about it, was a really amazing person, who did SOOO much in his life, especially compared with you who have done so little? I read that you were a cheerleader once. Girls do that a lot. Eucalyptus is good for absorbing bad smells (like human vomit). That was a lot of vomit. But then I had a tough few weeks, in which I was humiliated in the national media, and you and your staff (some of whom may be indicted soon??) were not one scintilla of help. Friends forever!

October 27, quite late
Pinot Noirs are nice. This second bottle tastes better than the first, actually. Sometimes I pretend I’m the lead singer of the O’Jays (“People all over the world, join in, start a love train, love train”). Do you think I’m pretty? Once, I staged a mock wedding to you in my home, alone, except for Mr. Pickles, my cat. It was very, very late, like it is now, and I dressed in a fluffy white robe and walked slowly down the pretend aisle and said “I do” and closed my eyes and smooched your skinny, chapped lips because you were, to me, so perfect. I would like to file imaginary divorce proceedings against you now and withhold connubial favors. Let’s see what THAT does for that eye tic. Friends?

Your ex-wife, Harriet Miers

October 28, late
What do I mean by emotional break-down? I guess I mean that the edges of everything seem to be rounded and sound disappears if I look at a thing too long. What is dignity? The phrase “Pass the brownies, please” plays over and over in my head. I was happy once, just a few weeks ago.

I have no idea of the time or date or where I am.

It’s not really a bench, is it? I mean, there are chairs. You said it was going to be like Roberts. Why lie? Want to know a secret? I don’t believe in God.

October 28, the clock moves, as if on its own
I just spoke with Michael Moore. What an inquisitive, interesting man. He said that many of the things I shared with him about being White House counsel were very, very interesting to him. We made plans to meet for coffee soon, so that I can show him some papers. Do you know what phrase has less and less meaning for me with each passing second? “Attorney-client privilege.”

October 29
I have a question: Is Lewis Libby married? Because, if he’s not, he will be, in jail. Bye for now, friend!

Busy art weekend. Open Studios today and tomorrow from 12 – 5 and tonight from 7 – 10 is the opening reception for Threesome: A Girl, a Guy, and a Gay.

Mid City Artists had quite a plug on NBC 4 news yesterday afternoon, and it’s a beautiful fall day so I expect lots of people out and about. I’ve never hosted an “Open Studio” before – except with friends so I’m making it up as I go along. I have “inventory” in boxes, drawers, and closets throughout my space. It was tough to know what to pull out as well as how to display it but everything looks good.

Very much looking forward to a fun opening of “Threesome: A Girl, a Guy, and a Gay” at Studio One Eight tonight. We laid out the show Thursday and everyone’s work looks good together. The pieces seemed to interact with each other in unusual and unexpected ways.

The title. We were brainstorming and it came up almost as a joke, but it stuck. It was always meant to be humorous, but I suppose not everyone sees it that way. I’m as out as I can be. I think gay people may have had more issues with it than straight people, I don’t know. Anyway, it was a campy title and I’m exhibiting big paintings of naked people, mostly men.

Ever since my class with Rob this past spring I’d wanted to work on some figurative paintings and this seemed like the golden opportunity. Especially after the Jumping Through Hoops show, which was all drawings and featured mostly children. I had a great time working with the models and doing some paintings with little or no narrative. It was a bit much since I also had some commercial work thrown in at the same time, as well as this open studio, but everything came together. It’s been exactly 3 months since Jumping Through Hoops opened and the time zipped by. I’m looking forward to kicking back and enjoying a quiet holiday!

Threesome: A Girl, a Guy, and a Gay
A trio of D.C. artists present work based on the figure

Along with Dana Ellyn and Greg Ferrand, I will be exhibiting new figurative works based on models I’ve worked with recently. This is sure to be a fun and provocative exhibit.

Artists’ Reception: Saturday, November 12, 7pm-10pm

* NOTE: THIS IS A ONE NIGHT EVENT.
All other visits will be by appointment only through December 9, 2005.

Studio One Eight
2452 18th St NW
Washington, DC 20009
(In Adams Morgan near 18th St & Columbia Rd)

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From today’s Washington Post Express. I’m so going to get sued. Just click for a larger look.

Remember, the opening is tomorrow – Friday the 4th!