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September 09, 2007

Our Neighborhood.

Our pad is located in the Friendship Heights section of DC, which is filled with old people and shoppers. One block from our apartment is a major retail hub with fancy-pants stores like Tiffany's, Van Clef & Arples and Neiman Marcus. I call it Fauxdeo Drive.

At some point in our neighborhood's history, they thought it'd be keen to place *lifelike* sculptures of *regular people* in *realistic* poses on street corners and in communal areas. I might add that these are appallingly bad sculptures — adequately representational, but just off enough to be a grotesque mockery of humanity.

One of the sculptures is of an area cop who passed away some time ago. I'm sure he was a swell fella, but I find it hard to believe that he would've wanted to be immortalized like this:

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Is that not a fucked-up pose?

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And what is that expression, exactly? Kindliness? Compassion? Constipation?

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Another headshot. Lovely wife in background.

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Those veins on his hands are highly textural. And incredibly gross.

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That might be a working surveillance device — this is Washington.

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A walkie-talkie ain't all he's packing.

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They should really think about adding an Indian, construction worker and leatherman.

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Here's his story. But this patrolman has a dirty secret not revealed in the official bio...

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Late at night, he likes to "cop" a feel!

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if i were depressed today, this would surely cheer me up. great action pose Brooke, it is the stuff of legend!

Man, that thing is creepy...when I die I want someone to make a statue of me and pose it searching though the avant-garde vinyl section at Pure Pop.

Not sculpture.

Taxidermy.

Sean: this thing has cheered me up more times than I can count. Which is also creepy, now that I think about it.

Molly: It truly begs the question — is he dead or memorex?

Jay: I think they could just pour liquid latex down the steps of the store, and you'd be frozen like an insect in amber. Hmmm, kind of like Bodies: The Exhibition, which we went to yesterday. More on that later...

I've seen something like this before, but it was totally bronze. This sculpture, and the one I've seen, are kind of like scarecrows for humans. I guess that when people see a policeman, even if it is a mannequin or statue, they 'behave.'

Poor Brooke. Another staggering example of the kind of abuse of power that has left DC the vile cesspool it's become.

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