Monthly Archives: August 2011

Kage Baker liked art museums. Classic museums like LACMA, time-specific ones like the Getty, eccentric ones like the Musee Mechanique. There’s a Museum of Neon Art in Los Angeles (currently moving to Glendale, where it will open early next year) … Continue reading →

Kage Baker once commented that she could not recall when she first learned about evolution.  (Neither can I.) The many details of its development were unfolded to her later: Lamarck, Darwin and Wallace; its symbiotic relationship with geology; devo-evo, punctuated … Continue reading →

Kage Baker worshipped the cartoonist Walt Kelly. That is not at all too strong a word. She always held artists in the high esteem of secular Bhodisattvas, and Kelly was a fine artist. She admired humourists who could be satiric … Continue reading →

Kage Baker. That’s it. That’s the extent of my creativity today. That constant introductory topic; and then there’s a wall. It’s not even an interesting wall. It’s flat and beige and utterly without decorative or artistic merit, and 98% of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved modern plumbing. She had a deep emotional relationship with her bathroom, which included a territoriality that would put a wolverine to shame. Kage grew up in a house with a daily minimum of 8 people. There were … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a cryptozoology fan. She followed strange, mythical, newly discovered or recently missing animals stories closely, finding a lot of fodder for stories in them. It amused us to keep track of “Company projects” in the news – … Continue reading →

Kage Baker dearly loved the city of San Francisco. She never lived there – in that she never inhabited any structure in the city (except, from time to time, the Cow Palace …) – but she experienced a great deal … Continue reading →

Kage Baker often complained about the sporadic nature of a writer’s life. Either one has half a dozen deadlines gnawing at one’s heels, or nothing happens for months on end. She once went through an entire year where she sold … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was left-handed. Not the impaired type of left-handed: she could use her right hand for some things. In fact, she couldn’t even use those special southpaw scissors, because she learned how to cut with ordinary scissors at home … Continue reading →

Kage Baker didn’t like most humans very much. But she didn’t like most animals, either. The curious thing about her generalized dislike is that it led her to a wider recognition of sentience, emotions, intellect – humanity – than most … Continue reading →