(So, uh, who's your favorite band?)

Last month I learned that my creative output is subject to Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Or simply put, if you run Taffy into the ground with work he has no energy to post amusing stories and commentary for the benefit of the 14 people who read this blog. May brought the re-branding of Indy.com to Metromix which was either a terrible move because Indy.com had only recently established itself or an inconsequential decision since half the people I come in contact with think I work for Nuvo anyway. But the decision came from on high and as I like to remind myself, ours is not to question why, ours is but to do and die.

So like a trooper charging into the mouth of hell, I did what needed done, cranking out some stories I am proud of, some not so much, and working a brutal eight-day race week, kicked off by a Sunday trip to Northern Indiana to interview the parents of a soldier who committed suicide after returning from Iraq. Long, long days producing text and video on deadline, shuttling back and forth to the track with a break on Saturday for the May Day concert.

By the time the race started on Sunday I was completely spent. With Monday being a holiday and Friday my first furlough of this quarter, I decided to take the rest of the week off. It was Friday before I could wash off the effect of Carb Day and May Day and start feeling human again. And if you are wondering what I mean by the effect of Carb Day and May Day I ask you to go to those events next spring and ask yourself if the behavior on exhibit is a failing of our culture or simply a flaw inherent to our species.

At any rate, I am back among the living and I’ve got stories to continue and stories to start. This is has been a big year and I have a feeling it’s going to get bigger.