Angela Bocage

Now that’s what I call grant money well-spent!

I just saw a youTube called “Rats Laugh When You Tickle Them,” and I’d recommend it to all! It was narrated by an ol’ white dude (presumably tenured), explaining what he did with some of his $cience grant money, and showed the old fellow actually being….nice to the animals. Quite taken aback, I wanted to send this out to everyone. Yes, the arguments that it’s okay to abuse and torture and exploit (in the Kantian sense of make use of for our own ends no matter how the critter may feel about it) animals because they’re automata, unfeeling, etc., etc., should’ve been defenestrated SO long ago, but I guess it’s pretty much the same $cience money$ that makes sure animal experimentation is still with us. (A rather simple individual with whom I was once mugged in downtown Jersey City said it like this: “Either animals are unlike us and performing painful and traumatizing experiments on them isn’t therapeutically useful anyway, or they’re like us and to perform such experiments on them is wrong.” What can I say, he was kind of a simple guy.) Even though they giggle and play and chase you around if you tickle ’em.


How strange is this?

Check out the Peel cars from the Isle of Man, they’re tiny and pretty darn adorable and totally resemble the cars my brother Michael Botkin wrote about in a utopian fictional San Francisco story he wrote and I illustrated in an old issue of Processed World! ( ) I do think they could be a bit less underpowered, howevs.

And just for the record, please understand, I HAVE. LOTS. of FUN. All I meant in my last post on myspace is that I haven’t had a lot of urban experiences in the city of Philadelphia. Okay? I mean, the Delaware River…canine, culinary, and antique flea market and vintage fashionista experiences in New Hope….chasing after waterfowl and farm animals with camera equipment all over Bucks County…..playing bass with amazing musicians in NYC (including a certain awesome girl harmony singer imported from Greater Philadelphia, aka my spouse!)!!!…..all manner of great things happening. Just not exactly in urban Philadelphia. Sigh. No offense, beloved wife. And after being in Manhattan today, you gotta admit, compared to the way Manhattan women dress/take care of themselves, Philadelphia…well…ain’t exactly Milan.

And by the way. I want fashion to include more concealment options!

Recently the weather here in Philadelphia-and-environs finally got cold. I know, it held off for a long time–earlier this month, November, I was out in the yard talking to my cousin Jennifer on the phone about ripe tomatoes STILL growing in my yard (she didn’t put any in, in Alabama this year, because of all the traveling she and her husband did over the summer) but when it’s cold, and my hair’s this short, the ears scream and complain. So wearing these pashminas my wife’s given me for holidays the last couple of years and really wrapping up in them, it got me fantasizing….why can’t modern contemporary progressive American women wear things that cover us up? Why can’t that be just another option, like tights, pantyhose, or kneesocks with pants? Flats, pumps, or boots? Fashion is way too rigid. I wanna see professional ladies be able to wear veils, hijab, all manner of sheltering items yet to be invented, where we’re covered up, and thus getting to think about what we’re doing rather than people–many of whom probably creepy people–looking at us!!!

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