Monthly Archives: March 2012

Kage Baker – that’s all, Dear Readers. My brain has seceded. In the brief moments on this grey, cold day that I am awake, I’m gonna read Terry Pratchett books and watch reruns of Supernatural. Drink cocoa, eat pizza, and similarly … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was very fond of lists. Not only did she depend on them to schedule tasks – she just plain liked them. Lists satisfied her sense of order. One could make a list and then tick things off – … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved opera. She loved musical theatre. She was fond of the dear old recordings of Tubby the Tuba and Peter and the Wolf that adults gave us on purpose: but what she loved best her whole life long … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a determined, disciplined writer. She could power through almost anything, and did – even dying of cancer had only a slowing effect right up to the day it killed her. Hers was an old Roman, votaress kind … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was pretty philosophical about the weather. She figured there was really nothing she (or anyone else) could do about it, so complaining was pointless. At least, after the fact. She also had a vaguely defined belief that various … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved to garden. And she was good at it; inspired, in fact. I kept her company in the gardens. We talked out stories, threatened the weather, waged wars on snails and aphids; before my youth collapsed so spectacularly … Continue reading →

Kage Baker … tolerated … my fondness for knitting. She gamely listened to me describe delightful new yarns and stitches; she wore the socks I made her. She even bought me a Swift, so I could turn skeins of hand-spun … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was in my dreams again last night. This is really a big deal. One would think that I’d dream of her often, but such has not been the case. I’d have loved to dream of her after she … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t really like surprises. She was unnerved by the element of ambush implied in them; and after growing up with three brothers, she was especially leery of practical jokes. Not the boyos were very good at them, you … Continue reading →

Kage Baker believed in … harmonics. The music of the spheres. The Lost Chord, which Sir Arthur Sullivan ecstatically declared came from the soul of an organ into his: such an image! The underlying harmony that underwrote and encompassed the … Continue reading →