Category: Bad Survivalist

The Great Indoorsman PART THE LAST From A Philosophy of the Indoors—The Out-of-Doors vs. Outside: In Lawrence, Kansas, a Lyft driver asks me where my accent’s from, says she’s lived lots of places, says she has a good ear for accents, says that I do a good job of covering it up, but that I…

The Great Indoorsman PART THE THIRD From A Philosophy of the Indoors—The Beautiful On-Purpose and the Beautiful Accident:  The waitress looks at me and frowns. She says she’s seen me before, thinks she’s seen me before, is told that she has indeed seen me before. Baffled, befuddled, the waitress asks if I live in Chicago,…

The Great Indoorsman PART THE SECOND From A Philosophy of the Indoors—Where I Lived, and What I Lived for:  I went to the Indoors because, like Henry David Thoreau, I wished to live deliberately, I wished to front only the essential facts of life and see if I could not learn what it had to…

“Look at it, Hastings. Not a building insight. Not a restaurant, not a theatre, not anart gallery. A wasteland.” —Hercule Poirot in“The Adventure of the Clapham Cook” The Great Indoorsman PART THE FIRST From A Philosophy of the Indoors—The Sublime:  I often find myself in awe of the grandeur of the Indoors … An excerpt…