the Susaphone player is king.
Or so I'm told.
Sometimes the coolest things can be found when you're least expecting them. I was sitting here wondering where exactly I was going to go with that opening when I happened to glance out at the parking lot and saw something small and dark moving out in the gravel. The funny thing is, even at a good thirty feet away I knew it was a praying mantis before I could see it clearly; simply by the herky-jerky way it was moving across the lunar landscape that is our parking lot. This one, unlike the pale green ones I'm used to seeing was a beautiful earthen colour, all tan and ochre and sienna patterns across legs and back and wingcase.
And yes, I've utterly forgotten where I was going with this post. Honest, it had nothing to do with susaphones nor oboes. I think I was going to say something about future shock, ala Aldous Huxley and why I still cling tenaciously to my fountain pen and my old truck, but the mantis seems to have summed it up pretty darn well for me: simple is good, and fulfilling.