IT BEGAN, AS DO SO many seriously frivolous matters, with an impassioned tavern-boast. “Outside of present company, the best cookery in the Uulian Commonwell is found not in epicurean Pormaris but in its provinces,” burly, wise-eyed Apista Thurtok said. “And…
Author: Neal Ross Attinson
Neal Ross Attinson is one of those text-compulsives who feels naked without a keyboard, or at least a a pad and pen. He is unafraid of adverbs, loves astronomy and gastronomy with equally unabashed passion, and lives with/in an eclectic library in Sonoma, California.
Re-Vision
LOVE adv. A DEDICATED SERIES OF related kindnesses and decisions.
Service (A Prosatio Silban Amuse Bouche)
“YOURS IS A NOBLE CALLING,” Prosatio Silban said. “Pray, what is its secret?” The waiter from the acclaimed restaurant Tide & Time had just finished his breakfast of poached fidget-hen eggs, salt-cod-and-potato hash, and stone-rye toast. He took a last…
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT ‘bizarre’ means anymore.”
— Anthony Bourdain
Prosatio Silban and the Friend’s Favor
“HIS NAME IS FIRENZO OOBAHR,” Firenzo Ebli said. “And he needs to find himself. Please – let it be in your employ.” Prosatio Silban put on his most polite face. “I am honored that you thought of me, but I…
It used to freak me out that I’d never see the back of my own head. Now that I’ve accepted it, I can move on to the house of mirrors.”
— Barbatus the Elder
Prosatio Silban and the Game Game
MUCH HAS BEEN WRITTEN OF the nomadic Xao, one of three peoples descended from the Exilic Lands’ original inhabitants. But of their sundered cousins, the forest-dwelling Xai, few tales have been told – and fewer still are those outsiders who…
Pithyism #001010
SOMETIMES, THE TERM “ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE” is just a cover for genuine stupidity.
Prosatio Silban and the Wicked Stage
DESPITE ITS GENERAL ALLURE, IMMORTALITY isn’t necessarily suitable for everyone. “To the point: You shall live forever as the centerpiece of my next theatrical work, The Cook For Any Price; or, A Delicious Wage,” Amaeus Tozar said, raising his yava-mug…
Eulogy
NOT WITH A BANG BUT a failed vote.
Prosatio Silban and the Poet’s Souvenir
SOMETIMES, THE MOST RANDOM OF encounters can also be the most memorable. Prosatio Silban was driving his galleywagon high on the switchback road between Mountainfoot and Overlook, and passing the time by whistling selections from Orcio Phatar’s famous musical suite,…
Quintessence (A Prosatio Silban Amuse Bouche)
“WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT element of the Perfect Meal?” someone once asked Prosatio Silban. “The company,” came his reply. “But cannot one have a perfect meal by oneself?” his inquisitor persisted. The cook-errant thought for a moment. “Only if…