Half-hours on Earth
What are they worth
I don't know


Warren Rosser, False Start, 2000

* From the final interview of Roberto Bolano, published in Stop Smiling (issue 38, which also contains interviews of Stephen Malkmus and David Berman). excerpt:

SS: What is your favorite soccer team?

RB: None right now. The ones who fall to second tier, then third consecutively, then regional until they've disappeared. The phantom teams.
...
SS: Have you suffered much for love?

RB: Very much the first time, then I learned to take things with a sense of humor.
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SS: Do you worry about the position of your books on best-seller lists?

RB: Minimally

SS: Do you think about your readers?

RB: Almost never.
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SS: What things make you angry?

RB: At this age, getting angry is a waste of time. And, regrettably, time matters at my age.
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SS: How does it feel to be regarded as the Latin American writer with the most promising future by critics like Dario Osses?

RB: It must be a joke. I am the Latin American writer wiht the least promising future. But on that point, I am the type with the most past, which is what matters anyway.
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SS: What do you wish to do before you die?

RB: Nothing special. Well, clearly I'd prefer not to die. But sooner or later the distinguished lady arrives. The problem is that sometimes she's neither a lady nor very distinguished, but, as Nicanor Parra says in a poem, she's a hot wench who will make your teeth chatter no matter how fancy you think you are.

* Tiger heckled by Long Islanders. excerpt:

"At 6:42 p.m., dozens of drunken spectators at Hole 10 taunted Woods as he prepared to start his third round in the rain. “We’re on Long Island, baby, where men are men!” one fan yelled. “Put that umbrella down!”

"…Woods did not respond to the people who were heckling him but tried to quiet the crowd with a “sshh” hand gesture, putting his finger to his lips, as golfers prepared to tee off on the adjacent 12th tee.

“'Suck it up, you’ve got your own video game!' someone shouted at Woods. Some fans, apparently disgusted by the hecklers’ behavior, walked away from the hole. Others told the vocal contingent to quiet down, which had no effect on the verbal abuse. Minutes later, a group of fans greeted Fred Funk at the 10th hole by shouting his last name as an obscenity.

"A little earlier, drunken fans at the seventh hole shouted at golfers, 'This Bud’s for you!”'On the ninth fairway, drunks called out 'you suck' to players while spectators on the other side booed the hecklers.

* "Most people are bothered by those passages of Scripture they do not understand, but the passages that bother me are those I do understand." -- Mark Twain