I am still, still, and unintentionally loud
On a less metaphorical note, I love to cook healthy food. I just lost my huge wooden salad bowl which doubles as my serving bowl. It's about 16 inches wide. I just love wholesome food, meaning food with life and vitality - the opposite of industrial food. I avoid chemicals in my food.
I think clock radios are a terrible invention. When people were farmers, waking to the cycle of the days was more of a natural process. Doing it artificially becomes poison for the soul. We ought to have 20 hour work weeks and carefully dismantle our skyscrapers.
The more I get older, the more I only have time for meditation and exercise, a few close friends and family, and my incessant work. (I guess like most people I work more than 20 hours a week. But my life is a contradiction in that in order to avoid an office environment where I don't have a clock radio waking me up every day, so I can sleep whenever I need, I also have to work long hours because I'm a freelancer. But I can work from anywhere with an internet connection and a comfortable couch.)
I don't have any chairs in my apartment except for fold-up chairs for visitors. I have lots of meditation cushions though, and I whip together little couches made out of futons and buckwheat pillows laid down on my tatami mats.
I seek physical environments conducive to the best in the human spirit. I think this is about the most important thing there is.
Take care all!