Monthly Archives: February 2012

Kage Baker was not afraid of bugs. This was amazing, as the list of things she was afraid was long and complex. But mere arthropods? Nah. Mind you, she didn’t go so far as to handle them with any pleasure … Continue reading →

Kage Baker found the walls of the world to be thin. Not thin enough, in her opinion, but definitely semipermeable.Osmotic. Frangible, even. And for her, always transparent. The first time we saw LOTR, she started to giggle when Galadriel filled … Continue reading →

Kage Baker adored the Academy Awards. It’s a family tradition of glitz, giggles and snark. She never missed watching in her life – neither have I. And Billy Crystal is back, the best host since dear old Bob Hope! I … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved music. She never learned to play an instrument (though she always longed to learn the concertina) but she sang beautifully. And she liked to be surrounded by music as often as possible; records, tapes, CDs, 8-tracks – … Continue reading →

Kage Baker did not really believe the old saying Better late than never. She wanted things done on schedule, in a timely manner, and just the way they’d been advertised. If offered something “just as good” as something she really … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was not personally fond of winter. She liked a lot of things that happened during winter – Dickens Fair, Christmas, early bulbs, sufficient rain, distant snow. But as she herself loathed being cold or wet, she only really … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always celebrated Shrove Tuesday. That’s what it was called, in our Roman Catholic childhood: the day before the long Lenten fast begins, the day you go to confession, get shriven – and then swear off sensual pleasures until … Continue reading →

Kage Baker developed her personal theory of mumping in our teens. It basically involved the sort of boneless, low energy semi-depression that sets in on late winter afternoons. It’s the vacuous state that leaves you fit for nothing but sitting … Continue reading →

Kage Baker sometimes used that phrase to describe the days when you simply cannot connect to the world. For her, that meant writing; but it applies to anything. There are days when one can neither get any ideas across to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved 3-day weekends. And really – who does not? It’s like a snow day for grownups, but you don’t have to pay it back. But Kage loved ‘em even after she had left the pink collar ghetto to … Continue reading →