The other day, I mentioned that I have self-destructive tendencies. I'll clarify by saying that I tend to be "high-risk". I've been comfortable making choices that have a higher risk associated with them than most people would be. Or perhaps I'm just saying that to flatter myself. Whatever.
In the past, though, my mother has said I was always a bit oblivious to the world around me — or something like that.
Alexis found a used copy of Conversations with Walker Percy — a compilation of interviews with the man. My favorite is the interview with himself (titled "Questions They Never Asked Me"). Here's a sample:
Q: Do you keep a journal?
A: No.
Q: But don't writers often keep journals?
A: So I understand. But I could never think what to put in a journal. I used to read writers' journals and was both astonished and depressed by the copiousness of a single day's entry: thoughts, observations, reflections, descriptions, snatches of plots, bits of poetry, sketches, aphorisms. The one time I kept a journal I made two short entries in three weeks.
Which reminds me of how I feel about the online journals or blogs that many people have. So I'm in good company.
Ooohhh.... Jimmy Swaggart.
Lest there be any confusion or false pretenses, I informed him immediately of my purpose for visiting Baton Rouge [to write an article for Christianity Today]...
"Listen," Swaggart said kindly, "I'm not always right about this, of course, but I'm pretty good at judging people, and I detect a good spirit about you. But I don't want anything to do with that magazine. In fact," he continued, suddenly laughing, "I don't even want anything good about me going into that magazine!"
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