Monthly Archives: December 2011

Kage Baker, as I have often explained (ie, whined outrageously) left all computer maintenance to me. This was due to the theory that if she didn’t get involved, there would be less maintenance required; which was usually a pretty good … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a great believer in lists. Whenever we travelled, she made out several lists – Things To Do, yes, before we hit the road but also specialized lists: Things To Take. Things For Meetings. The Toiletries List. Because … Continue reading →

Kage Baker considered any temperature under 70 degrees as cold. For her, every winter was a hard one. Northern California, with its frosts and fogs and occasional snow up high, was as close to an Arctic climate as she could … Continue reading →

Kage Baker grew up in an era of educational shorts. (As did I, for that matter.) They were tiny mini-movies with abysmal production values, used to illustrate all manner of the aspects of modern life – dating, driving, grocery shopping, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker always declined to deal with bureaucracy. She spent many, many years being Customer Service for an insurance company, and she said she had therefore dealt with enough evil in her time. She never anticipated needing to deal with … Continue reading →

Kage Baker would have liked today. A huge, fast, furious storm blew through the Basin, and we got thunder and lightning! Wild winds! Sudden rains! Of course, most of the freeways are a mess – drowned and covered in trees … Continue reading →

Kage Baker would have stared incredulously and said, “Well, fuck all. Let’s go get some malts and sit and look at the sea.” Wish I could. I may yet get a malt, though I’ll have to drive up to Mulholland … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was keenly, personally interested in the processes of extinction and survival. She loved the mysteries of cryptids, animals lauded in song and story who one day turned out to be real; or even better, the really odd ones … Continue reading →

Kage Baker would call this a free Sunday. She looked for those; days that fell out of the regular round of duty, responsibility and requirement, and opened doors into otherwise-inaccessible dimensions of relaxation. Duty-free in all meanings of the words … Continue reading →