Mrs Morrison's Hotel

The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim

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I was, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ and

Friday, March 31, 2006

Hippo Bird-day 2 Me!!

Went to Trader Joe’s yesterday for the second time since it opened a few blocks away, the first one ever on Manhattan Island. Well, unless there actually WAS once a trader named Joe, back in the wild colonial days.

Anyway, I looooove TJ’s, ever since my California friend the incredible Mary introduced me to it some years back. There’s one on Long Island not far from my mom’s house, and every time I go out there I usually coerce someone into driving me over so I can load up the wagons with crab cakes, fish sticks, chocolate-covered raspberry jelly bars, oyster crackers, shrimp roll-ups, et endless and deeee-lishus cetera.

But now there’s one a mere ten-minute walk away! And they deliver! My joy is complete.

So much so that when I went out to California the first week of March to celebrate my 60th birthday and attend My Dear Friends (henceforth MDF) Mary and her husband Steve’s Oscar party, I didn’t even feel the need to hit the nearest TJ’s, as I knew I would be returning home to Opening Day on East 14th Street.

In any case, the trip was crammed with food and incident. First, on Friday, MDF Lisa picked me up at the airport and took me to the Burbank Disney studios to meet Sam and Cheryl, lovely people who have big important jobs there (Sam, aka Iron Bess in her pirate incarnation, has an office full of the BEST toys). We all had lunch at the commissary, good food and great fun. Then there was a prime rib and Yorkshire pudding dinner that night at the fabulous Tam O’Shanter, also in Burbank, where I lost my jacket and sunglasses and they were sadly not returned to me.

Saturday was my 60th birthday party at Finn McCool’s pub in Santa Monica—shipped over from Ireland, the whole glorious thing, dark wood and stained-glass windows and everything. Finn’s is owned by Geraldine Gilliland (friend of MDF Kathleen, who played me in That Damned Doors Movie and who has honored me with her friendship ever since), former owner (with her late husband) of Gilliland’s restaurant , also in SM, where I once had the best dessert in the world, when I was out there to shoot That Damned Movie. Milk chocolate mousse in a dark chocolate box crowned with fresh sliced strawberries and sitting in a lake of raspberry sauce. I still dream of it...

Anyway, Geraldine, a lovely red-haired Belfast lass, had arranged for me to have it as a surprise birthday treat! I was most grateful and I ate up every scrap and I didn’t share. Plus MDF Jared had made me a chocolate birthday cake in the shape of a castle! Towers and gatehouse and curtain walls and everything! Plus Mary and Steve had obtained for me ANOTHER birthday cake, all chocolate, all the time, with a chocolate LP record covering the whole top of it! Attendees were California MDFs Steve, Mary, Jared, Lisa, Kathleen; and me. Steaks. Boxty. Fish and chips. Cider. Single-malt whiskey. What a night. Oh, and there were fabulous presents too. But it was just so nice being there with people I love soooooo much...

Sunday was Mary&Steve’s justly famed annual Oscar party, to which all guests must bring a dish suggested by or relevant to one of the nominated movies. Needless to say, we had many rude sausage items alluding to “Brokeback Mountain”, of course, and a rather amusing cupcake concoction I blush even to think about (pink rose cupcake with chocolate, uh, trimming. BAD Lisa!), ditto. But there were also “Heck of a Job Brownies” (for “War of the Worlds”), Chinese food not made by Japanese people (for “Memoirs of a Geisha”), a big and delicious leg of lamb made by Jared (also for “Brokeback”) and more desserts than you could lift a fork (or forklift) to. Plus lots and lots of funny, witty people, many of whom make their living being funny professionally on TV.

Monday was lunch and shopping in Santa Monica with Mary and Kathleen; then I went up to Malibu to stay a few days with Kathleen and her family there. Tuesday she and I drove up to their ranch, by way of Ventura, where I got to see my first Spanish mission (and it was to St. Bonaventure, or San Buenaventura, so that was all very neat and appropriate). We drove all over the extremely vertical ranch in a Kawasaki Mule, said hi to the pretty horsies, had excellent burgers at a little roadside shack (I didn’t know about the existence in those parts of tri-tip barbecue places, or else I would have been SO there), then went to the Ojai studio of Jes MaHarry, a lovely woman in all senses of the word, who designs absolutely spectacular jewelry (, some of which was borrowed for Kathleen's movie premiere a few nights thence, and who has a totally cool mom and the most gorgeous and intelligent blonde three-year-old I’ve ever met. Both Ventura and Ojai are beautiful little towns, btw. Dinner that night at a terrific little Italian place in Malibu with Kathleen and her husband, MDF Bruce.

The next day it was lunch at my favorite PCH eatery Malibu Seafood, fried clams and shrimp, and then back to Santa Monica again to see the extraordinary photographic exhibit “Ashes and Snow”—unbelievable, I was so sorry I’d missed it in New York last year. And home on the red-eye that night.

All in all, the best birthday of my LIFE. Thank you to all who made it so, especially Mary and Kathleen. I love you all so very much. (Sorry for all the food porn...well, no, I'm really not...)

My original birthday plan was “Hawaii 6-0”, spending the week on Maui and interviewing big-wave surfer Laird Hamilton for a piece on the spirituality of surfing for Lisa's magazine. Since his 42nd birthday was on the 2nd and my 60th was on the 4th, the plan was for interview and birthday cake on the 3rd. But the waves called and he had to go to Tahiti (rough life!) for business reasons. So we’re hopefully rescheduling for December, when he stays close to home on Maui for the big waves that come through then.

I’m currently obsessed with big-wave surfing, by the way. I have no intention of ever hanging even ONE delicately varnished little piggie, let alone hanging ten of them, but I’m completely addicted to watching and reading about this absolutely amazing sport and the people who do it. It seems to refresh me in some obscure psychic way. More about that later.

And Happy Birthday to MDF Mary Susan! May this year bless and heal you forever, sweetest girl, and may the echo of our birthday chorus reach you there beside the silver lake!

Thursday, March 30, 2006

A Word in Your Ear...

Just in case anyone's actually reading this, and thinking of commenting, I'm sorry to have to say that comments are disabled/invisible/never to be seen. So don't waste time trying to post them.

I'm tired of being used as a punching bag by dysfunctional borderline psycho Doorzoids, and I'm certainly not about to give them a forum here. They're beneath contempt, and I don't want their cooties all over me or this blog.

True, it means I therefore cannot hold intelligent and exhilarating conversations with people who have actual brains and who might wish to discuss matters of substance, and that makes me very sad, but there it is. Perhaps in the future it may change, but until that bright day finally dawns this is how it unfortunately has to be.

(Same goes for my LiveJournal spot of this same name.)

Of Spring and The Tree-killer

Well, I can already see where this is going to be (a) addictive, and (b) yet another super-fun timesink (in the best sense, of course). So let's just get right the heck into it...

It is a lovely spring day out my window, and I'm cranky because spring not only means summer barrelling down the road and summers here are hellish, but NO MORE WINTER. I love winter. You can always put more clothes ON. There's a legal limit as to how many you can take off... Plus in spring/summer I can no longer wear all the nice warm fuzzy furry winter things I so love.

I'm particularly annoyed this spring...well, furious, really...because some borderline nutcase took a chainsaw to all the young trees in my neighborhood, including the Chinese willow outside my building that had a few years back replaced a much-loved 30-year-old littleleaf linden that fell over in a rainstorm.

AND Saruman Tree-killer also mutilated a gorgeous old appletree down the way. I actually wept when I saw it. AND he'd left a note in its bleeding stumps saying "Now this tree will thrive in spring!" With WHAT, pray, you freaking arboricidal wacko??? You cut off all its gloriously spreading branches!!!

I am tempted to leave notes in all the murdered trees to the effect that if I ever catch this guy at his 3 am work (somebody saw him and called the cops, but he escaped...too late, alas) I will cut him off at the knees with his own chainsaw and skewer his maimed trunk on the nearest, well, trunk. I loved that linden and appletree more than I love most people.

But, failing that, I'll just turn loose the Ents...

Greetings and Welcome to Mrs Morrison's Hotel!

My name is Patricia Kennealy Morrison, and this is my first venture into bloggery. Blogdom. Blogosphere. Bloggeration. Blogship. (I just like typing "blog"...)

Anyway, some of you may know me from my science-fantasy series "The Keltiad", some from my rock memoir "Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison," some from my four decades of Pagan Celtic priestesshood. And, who knows, maybe even some from Our Lady of Perpetual Help grade school...

As the blog progresses, I will be discussing these and hopefully many other matters, including exciting and upcoming book projects.

Plus just things I like, such as jewelry, the Mets, big-wave surfing, the Sixties, the Vikings (the historic ones, not the football team), Trader Joe's, the TV shows "Lost" and "The Amazing Race" (RAAAAAAAACE!!!), Narnia, "Pirates of the Caribbean", the Aubrey-Maturin books, oh, and a whole bunch of other stuff.

Not to mention things I hate (you'll find out...).

So that's pretty much it. Check-in is right this way...