Photo by InspirationDC.On a morning where several prominent D.C. politicians, including Vince Gray and Adrian Fenty, attended a Democratic “unity” breakfast — perhaps a first step towards healing the sizable divides that were opened up in this year’s campaign — it’s interesting that the Post decided to run this inflammatory Courtland Milloy column. At its core, Milloy’s piece is a blunt hit job on the Fenty administration. But that’s not really the big problem here…

Nationals color commentator Rob Dibble has often been attacked by fans of the team for his abrasive style, his subpar analysis and his obvious homerism. But those who would rather have hot pokers jammed into their ears than listen to Dibble call a baseball game have some extra ammunition after Wednesday night’s broadcast, in which Dibble was amazed that two women were — wait for it — sitting in some plum seats behind home plate at a Nats game! Just the two of them with nary a man nearby! And they were even talking!

>> This week’s arts pick goes to the Curator’s Office, who will be hosting performance artist Kathryn Cornelius in her first private gallery solo show, Common Ground. Cornelius, who has taken her wry performances around the world, will display two videos and two photograph series that show her searching for a kind of inner spirituality in an overconnected, digital world. Jeffry Cudlin writes in the exhibit brochure, “In these pieces, Cornelius appears silent, collected…

Last week a little dose of relief came to the city’s art lovers and critics, as the National Gallery of Art announced they’ve filled the position to head up their department of modern art, vacant for around six months now. Harry Cooper comes to the NGA from the Harvard University Art Museums, and Washington City Paper’s Jeffry Cudlin does a good job putting it in perspective. In other museum news, camera-in-cell-phone technology is officially history….

A man walks out on stage. He sets down a bottle of water on the floor. Grabs the microphone, wrapping the cord around his hand a few times before clenching his fist around it. He then begins to speak, and continues to do so for almost three solid hours. Without a break, without even bending down to sip from the bottle of water he’d brought with him. And that’s a Henry Rollins spoken word show….

After letting us all enjoy a good summer break, next week the U.S. Senate will start debating legislation that would grant the District a voting seat in the House of Representatives. And in preparing for what is sure to be a spirited battle, big-name voting rights activists have recently stepped up the pressure with two back-to-back op-eds in Washington papers. Yesterday Maryland’s former Lt. Gov. Michael Steele and former Oklahoma Republican Rep. J.C. Watts penned…

Watching ex lovers bicker and slap each other silly may not sound like the most relaxing way to spend the evening, but Washington Shakespeare Company’s production of Noel Coward’s Private Lives makes for a surprisingly breezy, relaxing evening at the theater. Setting helps. WSC has chosen Playbill Café’s tiny black box theater to stage the work, and between lovely set pieces and the atmospheric addition of a singing chanteuse behind a lazy veil (Barbara Papendorp),…

>> Earl Cunningham’s America, which opens this Friday at the Smithsonian American Art Museum, features 50 paintings by one of the foremost folk artists of the 20th century. Known for his use of space and brilliant colors, Cunningham juxtaposes the ordinary with the unexpected and puts familiar subjects in unfamiliar settings. The result is an insightful commentary on American life and culture. >> Those looking for something new will have the chance to make their…

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The longest day of the year has just passed us by, the solstice bells have rung out, and far to the north they’ve seen the sun at midnight. Here in Washington, we brace for the brutal heat we’ve only just tasted up to now. There is some consolation for the misery mother nature heaps on D.C.’s coming dog days. For many lucky office drones, in summertime the living truly can be easy. That filing that’s…