Monthly Archives: September 2011

Kage Baker was a professional observer. Writers, by and large, are – good ones, anyway. They observe both reality and fantasy with objectivity, and write about what they see. She taught me to pay super-secret-close attention to what was around … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was always deeply effected by films. She enjoyed the sensation. After seeing a movie she liked, she would seek out all manner of associated material – the source novel (or novelized script), the soundtrack, all the reviews she … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was fixed a little loosely in the stream of Time. She liked it like that. She never enjoyed feeling especially constrained or limited by her environment, and Time was no different. There was only so far she would … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always believed in the therapeutic value of a good collapse after returning from the North. Several hours on the road leaves one noticeably brain-dead and exhausted – especially dimension-skipping down I-5, that Road of Weirdness. So I’m home, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker – believing, as she did, that computers operated by some inchoate Clarkian magic – was never really surprised when her own computer did something odd. Disappointed, frustrated, enraged – all those things; but not surprised. She rather expected … Continue reading →

Kage Baker’s heart was always in Northern California – her Summer Country, her Isle of Apples. Even when we lived for so many years in Pismo Beach, part of the attraction was that we could be in the Summer Country … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked the beautiful little city of Santa Rosa. We have friends there – the noble Skolds, Steve and Carol, and their amazing daughter Neassa – who have given us shelter in every kind of disaster and holiday. Sometimes … Continue reading →

Kage Baker and I were on our way to work when 9/11 started. We were in the Black Pearl, our local indie coffee shop, and the telly over the counter was turned to news. We saw the footage of the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved Lombard Street. It’s a good access route to and from the Golden Gate Bridge, the Presidio, Fisherman’s Wharf, and even the financial district – it connects to Van Ness on one end. It’s lined with hotels and … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved San Francisco. She loved any excuse to visit, and loved it most when she began to have bookish business there. I am more than passing fond of the place myself. And I am thrilled to be here … Continue reading →