Monthly Archives: September 2011

Kage Baker liked coffee … no, I tell a lie. What Kage liked was caffeine. To this end, she drank many pints of Coca Cola every day, because she also preferred her beverages sweet and cold. She’d tried warming up … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was wont to occasionally throw her hands in the air, whirl around in her swivelly desk chair and exclaim: “The computer won’t work!” This could mean anything: a power failure. A virus attack. A corrupted file. The sudden … Continue reading →

Kage Baker borrowed, as part of her personal philosophy, a line from William Wordsworth: “The world is too much with us …” She said it was a battle cry, an excuse, a complaint, an explanation and a prayer. Saying it, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker did not deal with repairmen. For all I know, she might have been good at it – but she just didn’t do that, so we never found out. It was just the way she was. She’d retire to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, as I have mentioned, was a fond and firm devotee of really good bathrooms. On consideration, I think that maybe this is a X-linked trait, as it seems to crop up a lot more in us setter types … Continue reading →

Kage Baker would have been amused at the news today. Especially on such a slow, cloudy, chilly, falling-asleep-where-you-sit day. Especially since looking it all up would have been preferable to doing any work. It’s the sort of day where you … Continue reading →

Kage Baker observed the classical quarter days, the Solstices and Equinoxes. To be accurate, she also observed the lesser or minor or half-quarter days that fall between them: Imbolc, Beltaine, Lammas, Samhain. This from a woman who  was seldom sure … Continue reading →

Kage Baker disliked change. Intensely. She avoided it whenever she could, she ignored its implications and machinations whenever possible, and if it was extreme enough – she worked steadily afterwards to blot it out and put back what had been … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved having her own bathroom. Some of this, of course, is the natural consequence of sharing bathrooms with many, many siblings – three of them boys. Some is the result of spending 30 year’s worth of weekends at … Continue reading →

Kage Baker and I had a lot of weird teenaged conversations in the back yard of Mamma’s house. There was a decaying stone staircase that led off down a slope full of yucca and century plants; we’d sit there, under … Continue reading →