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Sunday TToT ‘coffee, Gould and grey skies’ the Wakefield Doctrine (hey, we have a docTee photo… it’s not a total loss!)

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Hey look! Another well attired life-form!*

Sunday.  Seeing how our Comment thread ended the day yesterday with the consensus being “hey! you know, weekends are different”,  I thought I should continue with that theme. (Speaking of themes, I am totally grateful for the modern technology! As I type this, I have a youtube of Glenn Gould playing Bach’s Goldberg Variations playing on my computer. (Now, this particular music may not be to everyone’s taste  and is, in fact, the type of music I need to be in the right mood and setting to enjoy, but this is Sunday morning… coffee  grey November sky out the window.  perfect. I am…. trebly grateful (ha ha, little attempt at music humor!) ( no, I will, in fact, be claiming 3 T items!)

1) technology
2) Glenn Gould’s Goldberg Variations
3) Sunday Morning appropriate to the listening to of this music as I type furiously, having only 40 minutes left

…where were we?  oh yeah!  the Comment thread and the fact that ‘weekends are different’. I would add to this, Lizzi’s Comment about how she did not remember her 7-year-old self. I suspect that most of us have difficulty recovering much more than a few episodic and traumatic memories (trauma in the broadest sense of the word, i.e. not necessarily bad,  just an event that causes long-lasting memories).  Now before I get all word-tangled, trying to justify using such a loaded word as ‘trauma’,  I need to add a couple of related Grate Ites:

4) having Readers who not only leave Comments, but carry on conversations, or at very least, communicate that they have gotten something from my Post… makes all the difference in the world
5) grateful to whatever part of mymind that enjoys words for their own sake. I am especially grateful for the effect words can have, at times merely  because they are a less commonly used
6) I appreciate even more… (come on! ‘appreciating’  is like being grateful… you know sorta like tuna casserole for lunch, no one will mistake it for the tasty hot meal it was the first night, but who doesn’t like cold tuna casserole just as  much?)

so… why are weekends so clearly different from weekdays? We spent time in yesterday’s Post contrasting weekdays with weekends, mostly in terms of what the weekend isn’t, so it’s only right that we spend some time on weekends.  Let’s try this:  the weekend days are days during which we are more inclined to feel that we: are individuals, even though we have a family. We might be alone, or have a house full of family but there is something about the potential of 2 days when we are not having our waking hours dictated to us (aka the weekdays) that just seems so… invigorating.
OK this look at ‘why weekends are different’ is not going quite as well as I would like, so lets get back to Lizzi’s suggestion that childhood is not rememberable.

Ages 3 to 5  Best Memory/Worst Memory (counts as three Items):

7-7.5) being in the family car in a snowstorm, stuck on the Bourne Bridge, trying to get home after a family day shopping for Christmas (which was in about 3 days). Being stuck in a car on the Bourne Bridge may not seem like an event to engender a memory that lasts a lifetime, but the home we were trying to get to was on Martha’s Vineyard and the Ferry we were trying to get to was the last Ferry of the night.
7.5-9) lol… I’m trying here, people!   no, it was not a bad childhood, it was the childhood of a clark… what can I say?  what part of the last 24 weeks’ TToT Posts from the Wakefield Doctrine here convinced you that I am a naturally grateful person? … I’m kidding, of course. I am grateful for the gang around here participating in such an oddly satisfying activity as a weekend gratitude list… (have I thrown everyone off the trail?)

Finally! Number 10!

10) quite simply it is the photo that graces our Post today. I am grateful to Zoe for the photo. I appreciate her wit and insight in her Comments over that last weeks.  They have added to the quality of the conversation here that makes the TToT such a unique event in the blogosphere.

OK enough!

 

 

We all know and respect the secret Wakefield Doctrine Rule about not telling people what their worldview is, but  am I the only one thinking…’scottian female, yo!’   go ahead,  someone tell the Readers why!  (lol)  it’s ok, zoe will explain to her docTee body double that nothing we say is intended as being compelling or otherwise a fait du droit, Doctrinistically speaking and such.  Speaking of zoe (or Zoe) she has a site called, ‘rewritten’  that she co-authors. It is the kind of blog that, in my humble opinion, blogs and blogging were invented to be… er  for,  they (blogs) are an expression of our natural desire to connect and blogging allows all of us to do so. Some of us have little niches, others have broad-highly-read-by-many, but the bottom line (for most of us) is that we get to connect with others in a way that is appropriate to our own styles.

and, …and! zoe also has a blog that deals in poetry.  ‘The Well Tempered Bards‘ which I have been to a number of times and enjoy…which is saying something about the work there, me being totally poetry-deaf, yet I get something from going there and reading what is there… you should too (go there, not ‘be totally poetry-deaf’).  I am glad to know zoe (and skip).

 

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Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

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  1. zoe says:

    NO WAY! Honorable mention and first comment?

  2. zoe says:

    ok now for the real comment…although I suspect the drive for first is not as strong as on Saturday…”the force is weak in this one.” Clark, you are so sweet…I am very happy to know the Doctrine and of course it’s driving force (yourself)…honored even. (Despite your spooky predilection for being able to predict the behaviors of complete strangers!)

    The Bards is co-authored with our mutual friend and blogomentor ,Lizzi… you can tell cuz the name sounds like an English pub! Skip does all the writing on rewritten… He has to spend hours on it though cuz he has no opposable digits for typing…but you should hear him play piano…

    Wait until Heidi sees her photo! She will also be honored! Ok she will moan but still… it may be with pleasure who knows?

    Thank you so much for the kind words and shout out… Z~ and S~

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      zoe

      you are welcome.

      …the combination of you and our Mrs. Rogers is a very potent one…what you have over there at ‘the Bard’ is all things poetry blogs strive to be, but few achieve accessibility. (In my conceit I will define accessibility as being the quality that permits the un-schooled to enjoy the benefits of a work (of art/literature/and such). nice

      thank you for the kind words ’bout the Doctrine (‘spooky predilection‘ is high praise around these here parts, ma’am)… not dissimilar to the falling apple, all credit is due to the principles of our Wakefield Doctrine, being the basis for any insights into the behavior or people and strangers.

    • Pwahahaha does it sound like a pub? really? LOL

  3. christine says:

    I was panicking for you and your family, stuck on the bridge. I’ve been to Martha’s Vineyard more than once, (my husband had family who lived there) and not catching the ferry would be a most unfortunate experience. I envision sleeping in the freezing cold car. Awful! I totally get why you would remember such a thing.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      Christine

      yeah… being (I think) 5 years old at the time, I don’t think I was thinking through to where we would sleep, it was more the idea of a deadline approaching, bad consequences and a lack of ability to effect events…and, this is a thing that most young clarks are subject/prone to… over-empathization with the people involved. I think Lizzi and came up with a new term for this situation that afflicts us as young children… paradoxically begin ‘the Outsider’ seems to convey a blurring of boundaries (emotional boundaries) that combined with our newly minted, totally-invested-in and utterly fragile faith in intellect, that our hope lies in ‘understanding’ it’s no wonder that clarks tend to either not remember childhood or, when we do, it is mostly the not-wonderful events! lol

  4. Your “ten things” always crack me up. And, hey look! I managed a post, too! LOL.
    Anyways, 7.5-9 are very clever. Keep hop, hop, hoppin. I’ll just stand on one foot. ;)

  5. Kristi says:

    If I had to choose a favorite classical composer, I’d have to say Bach. I can’t put in words why his music is so compelling, but it just is!

  6. Sarah says:

    Here’s to music that fits Sunday mornings. My husband is convinced that the perfect Sunday morning music is the blues. I’m all for religious choral music, which is undoubtedly because I grew up going to church every Sunday and singing in the choir.
    Clark, I am going to love you forever for pointing me in the direction of Cyndi. It completely made my night (week? month?) to connect to an Ashevillian (that sounds evil) who understands which local brew is the best and no doubt knows people that I know.
    And, Lizzi, if you’re reading this, The Well-Tempered Bard definitely sounds like a pub name.

  7. Was the Bourne Bridge over water? Because you just wrapped up two of my biggest fears in one: deep water and bridges. Gahhhh!!!

    And missing the ferry reminds me of one of my favorite books. It’s called “Onions In The Stew” and is by Betty MacDonald (some may know her from her Mrs. Piggle Wiggle books for children). This is one of several of her autobiographies when she lived on Vashon Island in the Puget Sound around WWII. Much of their lives revolved around the ferry between the island and Seattle. Hilarious book.

    • zoe says:

      The thing that spooks me the most about that story is that its the Bourne Bridge… It is so incredibly high to me…its an illusion to some degree because of the arc it is built in but damn I hate crossing that bridge!

  8. Jak says:

    I’m completely unfamiliar with the Bourne Bridge. All this talk about it makes me think of the Mothman Prophecy, though.

    It sounds like you’ve been continuing with two posts each weekend. Christine was afraid you may be distressed after my Triple Threat, but I always knew you would be fine ;-)

    This whole remembering when you were 7 bit is for the birds, the birds I say! I can’t recall much of my childhood. It makes people think I had a really bad life or something, but I don’t really think that is the case. Then again, maybe I am blocking out some things I have no idea happened? dun Dun DUN…

    I liked the video. I’m not sure which classical composer I prefer over the others. I kind of like a good many, all the same. Moonlight Sonata is one of my favorites, however.

    Kudos to trying to explain just why weekends are different. I accept the fact I fail at the conversing aspects of the hop.

    All your fan girls wearing your shirts and taking pics and flaunting the Doctrine… you have to be pretty pimped! <– HA! Meant to say pumped Freudian slip?

    The Cryton Chronicles & Dreams in the Shade of Ink

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      Jak

      hey! good Commentation…takes the pressure off my to write another Post this am…(given the er…scope of some of my Comments).

      I know what you mean about not remembering your past, especially childhood! Yes, that does sound like a contradiction. But I can semi-honestly say that I don’t remember my childhood, but that I do, on occasion, come across so memory remnants. Not 100% sure of the distinction that that clearly is forcing on us. But I will say that, despite how frequently I find these little mise en scene(s) I don’t feel like I remember that time…and I don’t really make an effort to…sort of. (Carlos Castaneda has his protagonist, don Juan talk about the benefit of ‘clouding one’s personal history’ when it comes to how we live in society with friends and family and such. He is pointed in making the distinction with ‘clouding personal history’ and ‘being secretive’ It is totally not the latter… he sees it more a matter of ‘not accessible to everyone all the time’ as opposed to hiding or forgetting.)

      Good stuff, recommend his books, good wordtools as we use the term these days.

      this is very true

      lol