To Jeff, who asks “Hypothetically speaking, why would a person sign up and pay for the Chicago Marathon and then not run it?”
I answer: Hypothetically speaking, the back of the fish is better than the hoof of the horse. (To Jeff, I dedicate the song “Thank You” by Dido.)
To Tammy, who asks “Are you watching any hockey this winter and if so… are you cheering for the Hawks like Mr. MIP???”
I answer: Tammy, I do not watch hockey games, no. However, I love to go to hockey games. I watch football in the fall/winter. Bears are the team we root for, of course. But I watch any game. Well, I’ll be honest, I just read to the sound of football. I don’t really watch watch it. (To Tammy, I dedicate the song “Dancing Queen” by ABBA.)
To Janet, who asks: There is a question, so stick with me here, K… I absolutely LOVE this song – and his voice is perfect, totally perfect. However, I listen to it over and over and it puts me in a state of melancholy. Then I write Mr. J a twisted email, then he calls me to see if I’m okay. So, I’m crying and I’m telling him how much I love and miss him, even tho he’s about 20 minutes away, cuz “I’m just too far, from where you are”.
Does that ever happen to you?
I answer: Janet, no, I’ve never called Mr J while crying. Just kidding. If I’m feeling melancholy, I watch season 1 of Alias in which Sydney Bristow makes the mistake of telling her fiance that she works for the CIA – actually, SD-6 – and then her fiance is killed and then she is at the funeral and they play the song “Be Still My Soul” and it’s just so beautiful and I am reminded once again, to make sure to not tell ANYone I love that I work for a secret spy agency.
Seriously, the song “Home” by Michael Buble makes me think of this story: My 6yo went on a weekend trip to Iowa with her grandma this summer. After 6yo got home, she heard “Home,” and said, “I’m about to cry because this song says just how I felt when I was in Iowa.” Now when I hear that song, I think of how it feels to be in Iowa. (To Janet, I dedicate the song “Put Your Records On” by Corinne Bailey Rae.)
So… I’ve updated the music and now it’s happy and everyone needs to write a happy email to someone they love. Right now! Tell them you’re thankful for them! (But don’t tell them you’re a spy. Bad things will ensue.)