“The Double Life of Veronique” over my Tango Baby I do not know what sense there is in keeping this movie journal or what it can possibly add to The…

Recorded notes only: report broken off What is our freedom? What is the individual self? In our windblown desolation, what is the most precious thing we have that makes us…

It has happened, and I cannot believe This is John Smith, publishing this for The Checkout the second night after the incidents that took place, which I describe below. Thus,…

The black stallion broken. Goodnight, Manny Face I rushed in through the apartment door, finding the incredibly pregnant Tango Baby screaming amid the broken glass from the skylight, exploded in…

One, with a restaurant review, the other, with a movie review There is a sort of grudging acceptance and misery here. Aren’t they funny? They say they’d do it if…

Then goes on winter vacation It is a chilly, chilly morning of what will turn out to be a sunny and warm Indian summer day in Kyiv – just one,…

It is one of those day’s you’ve heard about. Mid-fall chill penetrated by warmth – the kind that runs a wave of shivers through you when you stretch in the…

They talk about left-bank bars and where (they think) it all started What’s the name of the place we’re in now, Jack? Paradise. Oh yeah, that’s right. What a great…

Step is still there, listening and making some replies, but then everything just sort of stops I hate that whole Genesis reference thing, that’s what, Step. Why, Dickerson, what about…

“Now what’s he gonna do… start breaking up the furniture?” Step is sitting open-legged on a plain wooden chair. His jaw, long and sallow, is propped up by a half-clenched…