Seven 9s and 10s

Track:
Hey Julie

Artist:
Fountains of Wayne

Album:
Welcome Interstate Managers

Fountains of Wayne - Hey Julie

It’s an odd thing to feel this sad about the loss of someone who I didn’t even follow, but one thing became crystal clear in the past few months as I read literally hundreds of posts about her - praising her goodness, her tenderness as a loving mother, her sense of humor: she set the bar for how the rest of us should live our lives through adversity.

My love goes out to everyone directly feeling this loss today, a few among us in particular.

Be well.

High-res bailey:

This is Jake. You guys know Jake. What you don’t know is that Jake was bought for me by my best friend Lindsay (buy one get one free cat deal.) If it weren’t for Lindsay, there would be no Jake (well he’d exist, but he wouldn’t be on the internet with me. Plus he’d be going by his pound name “Dude” and there can only be one Dude.) Without Jake, I would’ve had nothing to tweet about, and nothing to tweet about means I wouldn’t have met any of you fine folk. What I’m saying is, I owe Lindsay for her friendship, for Jake and for you, and for all of the amazing things that have happened by having her in my life. Another thing I am saying is that my best friend Lindsay was just diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer. It’s a shock, and while I’m not (directly) asking for money, I am asking that you do a few things for me. Ladies and gentlemen, go get a breast exam, not from my current doctor who does not own a computer, does not know they exist, and who took my three page medical history by hand with a fountain pen (oh I wish I was joking), but from a real 2012 doctor. I am also asking you to stay in better touch with your loved ones. Lastly, I’m asking you to help me spread the word of this fundraiser my friend put together to help Lindsay get a wig made. (Lindsay has been keeping a blog of this whole experience and she says,“They say that its not the vanity of the hair, but just the normalcy that comes from looking at your self in the mirror and feeling like you are still you.” ) I can’t donate any hair because I don’t have enough, and because it’s not asking for any, but hey, remember when I chopped all of my hair off in 2009? Guess what I did with it. I Donated it to Locks of Love. I guess what I’m rambling about is, just live a good life. Not good in the “how are you?” “Good.” way, but as in, do good. Consider donating hair to Locks of Love, consider donating money to (breast) cancer research, consider donating blood, consider being a bone marrow donor, consider living a healthy life so that if someone you love is ever in a dire situation, there are ways you can help them that doesn’t involve money. Fuck, consider what would happen if you were even in need of help. This is all smashing together in a mess of thoughts and words, but what I’m saying is, fuck cancer, I love my Lindsay. 

The first real connection I made with any of you crazy internet folk was Bailey. I love her (as I do all of you… though I REALLY love Jake) and that means I indirectly love who she loves and therefore I am reblogging this to lend my support. Maybe you could skip the Starbucks this weekend, or order one less cocktail, and then click the link above and donate the money you saved on beverages to a worthy cause.

bailey:

This is Jake. You guys know Jake. What you don’t know is that Jake was bought for me by my best friend Lindsay (buy one get one free cat deal.) If it weren’t for Lindsay, there would be no Jake (well he’d exist, but he wouldn’t be on the internet with me. Plus he’d be going by his pound name “Dude” and there can only be one Dude.) Without Jake, I would’ve had nothing to tweet about, and nothing to tweet about means I wouldn’t have met any of you fine folk. What I’m saying is, I owe Lindsay for her friendship, for Jake and for you, and for all of the amazing things that have happened by having her in my life. Another thing I am saying is that my best friend Lindsay was just diagnosed with stage IV breast cancer. It’s a shock, and while I’m not (directly) asking for money, I am asking that you do a few things for me. Ladies and gentlemen, go get a breast exam, not from my current doctor who does not own a computer, does not know they exist, and who took my three page medical history by hand with a fountain pen (oh I wish I was joking), but from a real 2012 doctor. I am also asking you to stay in better touch with your loved ones. Lastly, I’m asking you to help me spread the word of this fundraiser my friend put together to help Lindsay get a wig made. (Lindsay has been keeping a blog of this whole experience and she says,“They say that its not the vanity of the hair, but just the normalcy that comes from looking at your self in the mirror and feeling like you are still you.” ) I can’t donate any hair because I don’t have enough, and because it’s not asking for any, but hey, remember when I chopped all of my hair off in 2009? Guess what I did with it. I Donated it to Locks of Love. I guess what I’m rambling about is, just live a good life. Not good in the “how are you?” “Good.” way, but as in, do good. Consider donating hair to Locks of Love, consider donating money to (breast) cancer research, consider donating blood, consider being a bone marrow donor, consider living a healthy life so that if someone you love is ever in a dire situation, there are ways you can help them that doesn’t involve money. Fuck, consider what would happen if you were even in need of help. This is all smashing together in a mess of thoughts and words, but what I’m saying is, fuck cancer, I love my Lindsay. 

The first real connection I made with any of you crazy internet folk was Bailey. I love her (as I do all of you… though I REALLY love Jake) and that means I indirectly love who she loves and therefore I am reblogging this to lend my support. Maybe you could skip the Starbucks this weekend, or order one less cocktail, and then click the link above and donate the money you saved on beverages to a worthy cause.

#JoyforJulie

frageelay:

When I read of Julie’s news about the cancer overstaying its welcome this morning, I had myself a good cry. I got mad. I prayed. And then I thought about this incredible community here and how much we all adore Julie. We may not hold a magical cure for cancer in our hands, but we can direct a laser beam of joy and happiness and love her way, and I absolutely believe to the very core of my being that doing so is a worthwhile endeavor.

I wrote this week at Makearoo about ‘happycacheing,’ a term I coined for sites, people, music, images, movies, videos that make each of us happy. A spank bank for joy, if you will. Thinking about Julie today, I thought: what if we created a cache of happiness and joy and love for others, too?

So here’s what I propose: Whenever you post something inspiring/silly/happy/joyful that you think Julie would like, hashtag it with ‘#joyforjulie.’ It can be a post you made just for her or something you were going to share anyway that fits this theme. 

That way, after a sucky round of radiation treatments or whenever she has a few moments to chill or just needs a laugh or a hug from one of us, she can click her very own hashtag and feel the joy and love and hopeful energy radiating from this community. Who knows; maybe some of it will zap those misguided, overachieving cancer cells. And if you think about it, anyone clicking that hashtag might feel better clicking through those posts, so the joy spreads outward like ripples on a pool. I know Julie will love that, too. She’s kind of awesome like that.

Do it! Reblog, share the love, spead the #joyforjulie. Thanks, humans!