Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

And so, I’m sitting here in the snowy dark, waiting for my brain to accept the inevitability of the day’s Monday-nature and the thought came into my mind, ‘well, why don’t you write a Post?’

Why not, indeed!

(I’m totally betting on the ‘more produces more‘ theory of creativity (in general) and writing (in particular) starting today. And, if you follow this idea through, you’ll have both the proof of the validity of that view, and evidence of the mutability of reality.)

Why yes, that is the kind of stuff that goes through my head on a Monday morning. Hell, it’s the kind of thought that goes through my head all the damn time! We all understand the Wakefield Doctrine well enough to recognize me as a clark, right? Even those of you Readers, who are not clarks, you’ll have a sufficiently significant secondary clarklike aspect to see what I’m saying. And, since we’re now into a discussion proper of the use of the Wakefield Doctrine, how about a quick, down and dirty, guide to identifying the clarks, scotts and rogers that are, even as you read this, busy getting ready for the day that waits out there for you.

Clues to a person’s predominant worldview (aka personality type):

• yep! the clarks in this readership just perked up on that last statement. if you’ve read this far and have not stopped and said, (to yourself or anyone else), ‘what?! this is kinda weird’ then, chances are you’re a clark. (because: clarks live in the personal reality of the Outsider. the world (and all the people) are, in fact, ‘out there’
• you, the ones out there smiling and laughing (this second expression of fun, only if you’re in the company of other people), you sense something fun and enjoyable, even if the previous bullet point makes you shake your head a little (‘how can the world be out there?? I’m right here!!’), good bet that you’re a scott. (because: scotts live in the seriously fun world of the Predator, which simply means, the present, which, by effect and definition does not allow multiple-locality. meaning…. “Hey, this my life! here and now. no time to waste inside your head, but if you insist on dreaming and such, it’ll leave all the more to me to chase down and enjoy. Hey!”
• everyone else…. rogers. don’t feel bad (yeah, as if!)  account for the majority of the population, some estimates place the percentage as high as 66% so, you’re a roger. (because: rogers (the Herd Members) live in a world that is both quantifiable and definable. which is not to say, ‘easily understandable’…. because the ‘definition’ of the world resides within (and only within) each individual rogerian person

ok… getting light outside the window. a slight dusting of snow, but the calendar will make it warmer outside than the thermometer says.

New Serial is out and about! ‘Almira‘  For my last Serial, ‘Blogdominion’ I used a website called jukepop to post the successive Chapters. It’s designed to allow a Reader to follow along in sequence. Unfortunately, their little site seems to not be allowing me to start the new story. So I’ve published it on a wordpress blog. It will read awkwardly, because, after there are more than a few Chapters, you’ll, like, have to scroll down to where you last left off and read, back towards the latest one. Or something like that.

Seeing how I might be catching some new(er) Readers, below is the backstory/set up for this story (thanks for the ‘prompt’ to write the story which lead to the serial goes out to zoe and her Six Sentence Story.) Feel free to leave a Comment.

Dorothy Gale cried, feeling nothing but anger towards Miss Gulch. Certainly, and Dorothy would be the first to admit, no one should live in fear of being attacked by dogs (or lions, or even monkeys). The thing was, Miss Gulch struck first, hitting Toto with a rake, so, naturally, the Law of Jungle (or Oz, or even home) exerted itself.

But life on the prairie had rules, people respected the social contract, and Miss Gulch was, in economic, educational and all measure of social standing, as far above the Gale family, as they were above their three itinerant workers. Dorothy might as well oppose the lack of benefits and job security that Hunk, Zeke and Hickory faced in their daily lives, being disadvantaged in effective job market skills (or education, or even in the courage to stand up for their rights).

It was part of what her new teacher, (her former teacher was killed in the storm that also destroyed the school building, although most of her classmates were also killed, by happy chance, Dorothy was absent from class that day), who was also the principle would say to the handful of surviving families on the last day of school in the newly dedicated Almira Gulch High School.”

 

…there is always more to the story