Monthly Archives: July 2011

Kage Baker will forgive me the occasional placemarker. The other side of her inhuman determination was an occasional fit of whimsical self-justification for doing nothing. I’ve been asleep for something like 18 of the last 24 hours, and am only … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, like so many millions of others, loved the Harry Potter stories. She was grateful the last one came out when it did; much as she had enjoyed the movies, she would have been sad to die without knowing … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was often struck down by migraines in hot weather. Especially during Northern Faire, in Marin – when we ran into late August and September, the heat would often reach triple digits in the late afternoon. A demon wind … Continue reading →

Kage Baker slept. At least as an adult – when she was a kid, she had insomnia and was frequently up until well past the television sign off. Back when television stations did sign off. And they did once, Dear … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked Sunday breakfasts out. She had favourite restaurants, as opposed to favourite dishes – it was the ambiance of specific places she craved; once there in the place she wanted, she’d usually order the exact same thing every … Continue reading →

Kage Baker commented once,  “The world ends for someone every day.” A lot of her Company series was based on that observation, and all the sorrow that arises from it. Also, its corollary – that worlds are saved every day, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, as I have often said, left me notes. Some of them are little snapshots of shopping trips 20 years old, her neat calligraphied script detailing old menus and sudden cravings – oh, God, that summer where we compulsively … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was not frightened of very much. Really. She was shy and reserved and suspicious: but she just wasn’t scared of much. She disliked crowds and strangers, refused to answer the phone at home, would avoid any business where … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked fog. Some of that may have been her maritime inclination – staying as close to the ocean as she could get all her life, she encountered a lot of fog.  But there is fog, and then there … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a conniseuse of irony. She firmly believed that Fate kept a close eye on opportunities to flip one off with some little ironic twist, and took advantage of as many as possible. She knew, in her hearts … Continue reading →