It's a glorious Spring day here in NYC. The de-install of Ben's exhibition went so smoothly, thanks to the help of two excellent interns. We drank lemonade (with mint it in no less!) and ate perfect not-too-sweet-with walnuts in them chocolate chip cookies. Things were crossed of to-do lists, we finished early. Wandering afterwards, I popped in to McNally Robinson to pick up a copy of GOOD for my mama and browse around a bit. It's a very fine book store, people are nice and the books are all so delicious, I wanted to buy a million.
I confess to buying one book solely on the basis of its cover - the quote on a specific volume from Penguin's Great Ideas series seemed apropos to the conversation stirred up over on Alec's blog about cultural backlashes. (They are also gorgeous little books - even the 37 Signals dudes agree.) Anyway, back to the book, which is William Hazlitt's The Pleasure of Hating. Says he:
Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust: hatred alone is immortal.
No doubt a dark sentiment for such a fine day, but it actually made me laugh out loud.
I have a friend who pretty much dislikes everything that anyone else could ever like, so when I saw this I immediately laughed, thought of him, and directed him here.
Posted by: Justin Charles | 04/22/2007 at 08:00 PM
jesus christ, i cant wait to get my hands on this.
Posted by: Laia | 04/23/2007 at 08:00 PM