Thursday, December 18, 2008

So, what do you mean?

It seems that it is an opportune time to explain the state of Gooford, as well as defining really what on earth Gooford is. The blog has been stagnant, but the time has been used to figure out the beginning of our direction and our pursuit.


There is so much out there that does not get noticed, whether it is a nuance or something marginalized. Embracing this reality and bringing issues to light are the ideas that Gooford will embody.


Gooford is not me or someone else, it is a perspective that is shaped by the embrace of culture, and the good within all people.


All of this will be taken in the most lighthearted way possible because reality is already blunt enough.


Because this stage of the idea is about defining, then we must dive into what defines our culture and what is around us. Keep in touch with things. 

Saturday, December 6, 2008

fine, fine, fine!

the finer things club is a group of individuals that meet on a consistent basis to discuss the finer things of life. Including but not limited to: art, literature, music, and so on. The times have been excellent. We wrote this poem to commemorate our times together, as we will be in a hiatus from meetings. 
The stench of moth balls burned his nose hair as he searched through the old boxes in the attic The box was large, its contents unknown It perplexes me as I gaze at it and wandering and peeping I do not condone The box lay still by the hearth that was lit until the cat got to it This boys eyes were shut tight with only the cat as his friend he could not see the light uninvited and rejected little did he know how much he was affected The cliches abounded, pathetic fallacy too black clouds surrounded his feeble form frozen with fear he lifted his eyes heavenward his gaze set as little black drops pelted his nose with inspiration he rose to his feet he did gain no longer did he want to put a bullet in his brain! so he said, Bump That. fellas want some sugar Na more suckas droppin' like flies.
-Meg Johnson (wanted credit so she gets it, only for being a closer)

crack open the craic

In the appreciation of things that are good, all of them in fact, and awareness. I would like to approach this in a manner with a lack of restraint. It is what it is (and that is good). With that said, let us begin being.