Monthly Archives: August 2012

Kage Baker. Much, much, much too hot. Too humid – 70% humidity at 11 PM, and not a storm in sight in the LA Basin? Render me down for my water, the desert is winning. Chocolate cream pie and cold … Continue reading →

Kage Baker idolized Sir William Matthew Flinders Petrie. As, indeed, who does not, who has any interest in archeology, postsherds, Egyptology or the infamous Pyramid Code? In an age when archeology was a past-time of legitimately looney private gentlemen, Flinders … Continue reading →

Kage Baker – like just about every other English-speaking person in the world – liked to quote Mark Twain from time to time. She greatly regretted learning that he did not actually say that thing about the coldest winter he … Continue reading →

Kage Baker sang of Mars. Domestic ballads, mostly; folks songs. People mattered more to her than machines. Usually. But she never met a Mars rover she didn’t like. She watched Spirit and Opportunity land, cheering with a star-spangled umbrella in … Continue reading →

Kage Baker never actually stopped writing any story. She just stopped writing most of them down. But she would still tell the stories, as they occurred to her. They all began as told tales, to the solitary audience of me; … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was, frankly, not especially interested  in the space program when we were kids. I was up before dawn to watch launches, all the way back to the Mercury days – camped out in front of the telly in … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved summer storms. Their rarity was a big factor, of course – we don’t get many, here in California; less even than few, here in the south where we grew up. But today, here on the edges of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was seldom certain of the exact date. Nor did she care. Not at all. She was a busy person; and if she really needed to know when she was, well – she assumed I would tell her. Or … Continue reading →