By Victor Uriz at 4:22 pm
Victor is at it again. This time he is wandering through cyber coffee houses and trudging down the streets of Old Calcutta. He is seeking balance. He is an unwitting witness to the sacred and profane and everything in-between.
How do we make the most of this intangible thing called time? We try and manage it, balance it, and all the while it pushes us along; one irretrievable moment at a time. Victor learns that time never takes a day off and rust never sleeps. So he’s doing his best to wraps his greasy little hands around each slippery moment———-tick tock, tick tock. Comments may be directed to Victor at vuriz@bartonhealth.org.
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By Victor Uriz at 12:33 pm
It’s been said, that on cold windy nights when the moon is partially obscured by orange-ish clouds, that there are strange “goings on” down at the training center. There are rumors of voices emanating from the bowels of the storage rooms. Some say they have heard what sounds like poker chips being tossed into a big money pot. And then there is the snap of bottle caps being released from carbonated beverages. There is a tale of loud laughter and snippets of odd conversations. It was relayed to me by a “reliable source” that the hoarse voices murmur cryptic dialogue, “Those “fleshies” ought to wipe their sweaty palms now and again before crushing my chest.” “Yea, you think the “blowers of air” could occasionally spring for a tic tac or some Listerine. I thought I was going to gag this afternoon.” Loud guffaws and the clinking of bottles followed.
Is it an urban legend, or a compilation of several spooky stories synthesized into one wacky myth? Let Victor provide you with his own confounding theories.
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By Victor Uriz at 1:33 pm
Join Victor as he attends the open house and dedication of the new boardroom. He fabricates a professional façade as he makes his oblique observations and comments regarding “small talk”, memories of the one year anniversary of the Angora Fire and “art”. It’s just another day in the life of those who make Barton Hospital their home away from home. Comments may be directed to vuriz@bartonhealth.org.
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