Monthly Archives: June 2011

Kage Baker loved that particular and rather melancholy ballad. She sang it when days were especially frustrating and full of problems, even though ours were seldom as bad as the overthrow of generations-old society … bad enough, though. I’m certainly … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, or at least the part of her that lives in my head, has apparently been spending a lot of time in the Next World Bar. And the mojitos must be really good … I’ve been dreaming through so … Continue reading →

Kage Baker professed an unconcern and lack of interest in how computers worked. In actuality, she understood more than she thought, but not as much as she felt she needed – so she took the stand that she understood none … Continue reading →

Kage Baker has been in my dreams a lot lately. I’m more glad than not – it’s such a relief to see her, even if I know I’m dreaming. I try every time to direct the dreams, get her to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved summer. It was warm, there was no school, the grey fog of California spring had usually worn off by Midsummer’s. There were plums; there were all manner of soft fruits, but the plums were the best. When … Continue reading →

Kage Baker ran her daily life around habits and rituals. Most people do, I suspect; it makes it easier to get through those moments when your brain derails and you can’t remember whether to marinate the London Broil or soak … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was fascinated with Mount Everest. Or, perhaps more accurately, with the men who climb it. I thought of that when I ran across this the other day: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2007244/Climber-discovers-frozen-body-best-friend-peak-Everest.html Everest is the grave marker for an astonishing number of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker used to say, when feeling indeterminedly ill, “Oh, the Cold Robbies gots me!” This is a Walt Kellyism, initially cherished by Kage because it sounded absurd. And because no one in Pogo ever knew exactly what it was. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker,  like so many people, hated rats. Humans mostly don’t like them; I suspect even indifference to them is an acquired taste, and genuine affection takes work and special interests. Kage said that one could go into this human … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved the Summer Solstice. We always celebrated it with pomp and ritual – also with hard cider, brown ale, and a pizza. Kage declared pizza as a perfect Solstice food, being emblematic of a Sun Disk. We used … Continue reading →