Years and years ago, I put together a performance called "Milk Me With Your Own Hands". The performance was an absurd commentary on industrialized dairy farming. Myself and two dear lady friends wore felt cow heads, rubber gloves, rubber boots, dresses from the fifties and udders tied to hoses and a bucket affixed to a lazy-susan. We danced and sung around a bucket while our trusty mustachioed spokesman beckoned NYC passerby to milk his makeshift udder. Last week I found a similarly designed milking "pouch" - pictured to your right - produced by soft light design - on the world wide web. I guess it's the next best thing to fondling Bessie's teats.