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 born..no, 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 @ pkmorrison.livejournal.com and www.myspace.com/hermajestythelizardqueen)

Friday, March 02, 2007

Gravity's Rainbow

Dr. Stephen Hawking, smartest man on the planet, has announced plans to leave it for a little while. He’s passed his life in a wheelchair pondering the universe and the nature of gravity, and now he’s going to get to go out into it a little and leave gravity behind.

On April 26, Dr. Hawking, accompanied by a team of medics, will take one of those zero-grav planes and get to experience weightlessness. Hawking also announced that he plans to venture even farther: a 2009 flight on Richard Branson’s Virgin Galactic space plane, which will take six passengers up and out to a 70-mile altitude.

“I want to show,” he said in an e-mail interview, “that people need not be limited by physical handicaps as long as they are not disabled in spirit.”

What a man.

PS MDF Michael Rosenthal informs me that Hawking's first wife left him because he cheated on her with his nurse, whom he subsequently wedded. I say again, what a man. (In all possible intonations and intimations of that phrase.)

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