I like crisp cold mornings, and in particular I like to run in the early morning at a time when if you see someone animatedly talking to thin air, it’s much more likely due to insanity than a mobile phone.
I have the dispositional property to attend theatre and cinema, but this property remains largely uninstantiated.
I’m mystified by women who buy ludicrously priced facial creams that promise to do things they do not do in quite far flung worlds, and I don’t understand why soaps come in different shapes and colours, or why you would inflict such a thing on someone under the label ‘gift’. Maybe the problem with these soaps is that all I’m seeing is the extension, not the primary intension of the gift. Perhaps in other worlds that intension picks out something else. That seems like cold comfort.
I also collect 20th century design. Everything from furniture, lamps and clocks to ceramics and cutlery.