Monthly Archives: February 2011

Kage Baker, as I have mentioned, largely felt that February was a write-off month. The major winter holidays were over, it wasn’t Spring enough to go camping or run around a lot, and it was often the coldest month of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker vastly enjoyed the Academy Awards. It was a ritual in our house: unplug the phone, turn off the computer, make chocolate chip cookies and brownies, settle down in front of the telly. Enjoy three hours of shallow, sentimental, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker could sometimes recognize and submit to superior forces. Not often, not much, not willingly – she wasn’t big on compromises. When she wanted something, she wanted That. Specific. Thing. And she had rather do without it than accept … Continue reading →

Kage Baker believed in her dreams. Not the factual veracity of them so much – though often they did seem prophetic – but that they were at least significant input. She didn’t subscribe to the idea that dreams are random … Continue reading →

Kage Baker will never leave my life. Mostly, this is a good thing, but … some days are still bad, and the last couple have been very hard. I spent two hours last night going through the rental videos on … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had faith in the over-seeing sentience of the Universe. She felt the Universe was naturally inclined to be responsive to the behaviour of the living things in it – like water is sensitive to the splash of a … Continue reading →

Kage Baker admired and valued The Weird. It was just like having unusually good hearing, and being able to catch hints of ultrasonic sound. Or seeing into the fluorescent or ultraviolet ranges: which all parrots can do, making us wonder … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a connoisseuse of The Weird. That’s with capital letters, maybe in a coloured font; definitely to be heard in italics. It’s a distinct condition of being or maybe a phase state of energy: like The Beat. Soul. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker believed in seasonal moods; that they were natural, unavoidable, and ought to be indulged. Not the moods of Nature, necessarily: those were beyond mortal ken or alteration. But the moods of the people living in Nature, those were … Continue reading →

Kage Baker said often that life was both more beautiful and more horrible than we are told as children. Also, more interesting, if you pay attention to its oddities. She usually told this to children who were going boneless with … Continue reading →