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

Monday, October 22, 2007

Dictionary Blues

I see where some dictionary "experts" or other are caving to Illiterate Nation, like the craven nebbishes they are, and I am NOT a happy camper.

To wit: they seem to think, if I can call it thinking, that allowing "vocal chords" (as opposed to "vocal cords"), "baited breath" (e-e-e-w-w-w! It's "bated", as in "abated", nothing fishy about it) and "free reign" (not "rein") is just peachy keen and hunky dory. They claim that because almost 50% of American English speakers use the incorrect variants, it's all a part of language drift, and we should embrace the inevitable.

NEVER. GONNA. HAPPEN. Hold that line, my comrades!

Even as I type this appalling news, Conanne the Grammarian is suiting up: she is belting on her terrible swift sword Strunknwhite the Punisher, saddling her fiery steed Litotes and getting ready to charge. Are you with her?


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