TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- (Ten Grats ala ‘wordless’ noir)

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“The Sun’s trail from the earth to the sky.”
(Landscape format)
The bottom third of the scene is the beach. The middle third is the sea. The top third is sky. And above all these thirds, out of view but nevertheless dominant, is the sun. This is a photo taken standing on a small sand dune, looking out to the ocean. Technically, it’s looking out over Block Island Sound and the Atlantic Ocean beyond. To the right middle of the horizon is Long Island.

Well, you have Friend of the Doctrine, Pat B to blame for this week’s…pastiche (aka Doctrine writing-style train wreck lol). Granted, I was on the fence as to the approach to this week’s TToT. (New Readers/Participants? Each week Josie Two Shoes organizes and opens the door to the TToT bloghop. As the name implies, the theme is gratitude and the ambition is ten (items that serve as illustrations or examples of what ignites a feeling of gratitude). What Josie provides is that sense that it’s all about the good intent and not the rules or standards or format of presentation.

Good thing, too. As I was saying in my lead-in. I had a couple of ideas for this week, but they were starting to feel like they might be pushing the bounds. Then I got a Comment from Pat on this week’s Six Sentence Story that spoke to the idea that many of us use these bloghops as opportunities to practice our writing and try things out, writistically-speaking, “...If it were not for those in this blogging world who are so accepting of those who try.” And, of all the ‘hops I participate in, the TToT is the most refrigerator-magnet conducive to those of us who get a kick out of writing for the fun of it.

Hey! That not only should be Number one this week, but it’s totally a prompt for a photo!

1) refrigerators as: galeries d’art amateur et de littérature

Refrigerator Art.
(Landscape format)
A black refrigerator. The view is of the top quarter which is pretty much the freezer door. The angle of the photo is such that we see the right side of the refrigerator as well.
The black metal finish is reflective, and since we are looking at it from the right, the reflection is of the opposite wall to the left. Stuck to the front are two note pads (held in place by magnets). On the right side we see enough detail to realize that the collection on that wall is made up of photos.
A light-brown oak cabinet door is to the upper left of the photo.

 

Well, one of the things I thought I’d try this week was to write some Grat Items in the style of the pulp detective stories (a writing style I really want to learn).

2) Una. “The file said, ‘Chodský pes’ and if I’ve learned one thing from my years as a gumshoe, its that slashes over letters usually spell trouble. My client and I stood at the window as the black SUV ate it’s headlights off the gravel driveway and parked in front the house. We thought we could hear barking.

3) Phyllis “There’s a saying, ‘a person who needs people is luckiest person in the world’, well, in my line of work, those are clients. Lucky is not usually how they feel when they pay my fee. This one was different. The people in her life were the lucky one. I still cashed her check.”

4) Work The photo at the top of this week’s post is from yesterday. I have clients looking for something on the water and so… the pain of being a real estate broker. lol.

5) Treehouse: Although a legitimate ‘standalone’ grat, the treehouse serves as an example of Phyllis’s (Item 3) capacity for wonder and (her) immunity to the forces that insist we all grow up and leave the childhood world behind.

6) Houseguests

A football with feathers.
(Landscape format)
A turkey stands in the lower left quarter of the photo. It is facing left. It’s like, totally an Egyptian turkey, ’cause there seems to be no dimensionality to it. Both legs, (we’re guessing they’re legs, because they’re on the bottom and don’t appear to have feathers).
The main body is totally football-shaped. The color is shiny grey and black. And there are variations and gradations in the color that, given that we know what it is, we’re inclined to identify as the wings and tail feathers. The head is decidedly vulture-looking with a downward-hooked beak and a totally beady eye. The Egyptian motif does not extend to the head. Thank goodness. That would be way creepy.

Not the brightest of birds in the world. That said, we didn’t see a single turkey until yesterday, a full week after Thanksgiving.

7) the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) (“I was still on the force, paid by the week to obey someone else’s rules, when an old flatfoot by the name of Shaughnessy gave me advice that I’ve never forgotten. “Kid, it ain’t the procedures that ya gotta worry about. It’s the secret rules. Thems the ones that get made up by the guys that don’t need procedures” I heard he lived all of a week after hanging up the uniform. Too much change can kill a guy.”)

8) the Guest Room/ Guest Grat.  (this space reserved for anyone who might have a Grat Item but not the time to do a full-on TToT. Send it in and you can be a guest of the Wakefield Doctrine this week. (… yeah, you might want to talk to some of the other writers, the less… outré  lol they’ll give ya the scoop)

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10) Secret Rule 1.3

This way to the Ten Things of Thankful midway

 

 

 

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Another week, another Six Sentence Story. Mathematically-speaking that means, by the end of the year, there will be at least 312 more sentences in the ‘sphere than there were at the start of this here year, here.

zoe proposes and …. sorry, wrong quote. The word this week is:

MATE

From the next to the last pew, the people at the front of the church lost their individual identifiability, reduced to the most primary of distinguishing qualities: the age of clothing, (from high-quality, worn-out to awkwardly new); hair color, (from white and greys vainly covering mottled pates to exotic hues configured as muffled protests) and finally, posture, (from stooped and precariously balanced to light and effortless, barely touching the floor).

As the priest began the service, intonation and rhythm stretching the ritual words into a sing-song cadence, somehow more compelling to those whose hearing had been muted by a lifetime of sounds and shouts, warnings of danger and celebrations of passion. The man suddenly remembered, in that explosively detailed way that made the mind a wonder to behold and a force to be feared, a poster that hung from the college dorm wall of an almost-girlfriend. A Day-Glo painting of a man and a woman embracing, and, in a font readable only by the young or impaired, the words ‘Soul Mate’.

As might any medieval princess secure in a stony Keep, the young coed proudly and perhaps somewhat desperately, covered the room’s cinder-block walls with the modern version of tapestries; on the wall opposite the Lovers; a beautiful meadow scene with the wildly successful misquote, (or, to be less charitable, the willfully truncated), quote of Fritz Perls that began, “I do my thing and you do your thing…”  and, (on the money-making poster version), ended “…its beautiful.”

The organist began to play and the music compelled all to move, not as a ship applying the power of its engines, setting out on a pre-determined journey, rather as would a vessel, its lines parting, now useless with age, pulled inexorably by the tides, away from the familiar land, towards an undefined horizon.

 

 

 

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-the Wakefield Doctrine- “…of time and effort and the secret toll of self-improvement.”

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So we were talking on the Saturday Night Call-in this past weekend. ‘We’ being Denise and Cynthia and myself. And we got on the topic of writing blog posts and the ‘early days’. Cynthia was already ‘here’, I met her at ‘the Facebook’ (and the FTSF bloghop, I believe), and Denise showed up in the ‘sphere shortly thereafter.

The level of creative output, ‘then versus now’, is invariably a topic when bloggers reminisce about ‘the early days in the ‘sphere’. There’s never a dispute that we wrote more (or, at very least, posted more frequently), the interesting question, of course, is ‘Why (the slower/lesser)?’

The short answer: we were young. Which, in the true, underlying intent of this post and topic, raises the question: What does the Wakefield Doctrine say about youth, being young, acting your age and be careful what you wish for?*

(Quick reminder: we’re born with the potential to live in any of the three worldviews. Even though we settle into one at a very early age (like, 2 or 3 years old), we spend the childhood years learning the ropes. And this…this is at the heart of the difference between the Doctrine and all the other perfect-insight-into-a-total-stranger’s-inner-self, personality systems. The aggressiveness, impulsiveness, and tendency to act before thinking that are hallmarks of the scottian personality is exactly the correct way to act…provided you grew up in the reality of the Predator. The world of eat-or-be-eaten, run-or-get-caught, requires an entirely different set of skills than does the world of the Herd Member or the life of the Outsider. We don’t get all hung up about sufficient/insufficient, appropriate or maladaptive behavior here, it’s about ‘what did you have to learn, what was the style of coping with the world was required to get through childhood?‘ A scott lives in the reality of the Predator. Their strategies of interaction (with the world around them) is perfect. In the world of Predators. As it is with clarks and rogers. I’ve said too much already.)

the Wakefield Doctrine’s position on youth and childhood?:

  1. clarks are born old (and know it and try, unsuccessfully at first, to hide it)
  2. scotts are born late into adolescence  (and enjoy every minute of it and barely notice the difference between adults and children)
  3. rogers are born young and carefree (they are secure and not in a hurry as the world is clearly a reasonable and orderly place… all they have to do is learn the Rules)

So, what did we conclude from our shared insights discovered as we drove through the streets and avenues of Wakefield? While improving one’s skill, (in this context, writing) is certainly desirable, maintaining the enthusiasm, (see!?! what I just wrote?  that is the thought of an ‘old(er)’ person. ‘Why, yes. It’s certainly an admirable goal to make an effort to continue doing what you enjoy doing, provided it doesn’t get out of control.’  lol

No, we all need to nurture our inner scottian natures. Except for the scottsthey have to nurture their inner clarklike aspect. And rogers? oops outa time…. ask us in a comment! I promise to answer.

 

1) (I suspect that only Denise and Cynthia will get this abbreviated footnote, at least in the context of our discussion this weekend. Ed.) Oh man! I can’t end a sentence with ‘for’…. thats, like, against one of the Seven Cardinal Rules of Grammar! Or it’s the difference between a B- and C+*

* this may seem a minor and totally inconsequential difference in grades, unless you’re a clark…. or a roger (‘cept for totally different reasons)  for a clark, it’s the difference between a kiss and a handshake on the porch… both are in the realm of surprisingly successful, but the promise of the former creates an immeasurable gap between the two in terms of value. for a roger? Letters are elements of the Herd. Need I say more?

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘…post-Thanksgiving gratitude list?! sounds a little dangerous to me, if you know what I mean.’1

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“Sitting at my desk at two minutes past five on a Friday afternoon, deep in the season of darkness.”
(Landscape orientation) The perspective of a person sitting at a desk, closely enough that the nearest edge of the muted-toffee top does not show. Most of the lower half of the photo is of the desktop. Except… it is not a full and even right-to-left claim on the bottom of the photo. The desk’s left edge is up against a wall that has a pair of windows. The wall on the left (with those two windows) takes up most of the left side of the photo but in the middle (of the scene) the left wall becomes the opposite wall.
The result is: while nearly all the elements in the photo are of square/rectangular shapes, not are straight, at least from the perspective we are afforded in the photo.

In the spirit of the delicious and lovingly prepared, multi-vehicle, interstate highway pile-up of a dinner this Thursday past, I’ll continue the theme in this week’s TToT.

Thanks go out to: Josie, Una, Phyllis, clients, the Graviteers, Joules (and her human, zoe), the fabulous Hexaliterati at the Six Sentence Story, the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules), Sister Bernadine of St. Dominique’s…oh and the the inventors of camera phones, Kerry (SOC-extrodinairette and road-trip role model), whoever invented yellow lined-pads, Cynthia and other like-minded clarks with the skills and discipline to ‘take the message’ out to the clarks who still live in the shadows. the movie ‘Tin Man‘ and the oddly encouraging personality quirk of un-justifiable ambition and delusions of literary skills beyond any reasonable assessment.2

There, that was a quick and simple TToT

A few feet notes, photo descriptions and a music vid and we’re done!

Hey! remember the ’70s?  (“You don’t?  No, no need to bother your parents…sure, I realize it’s just a quick call …no, I’m quite aware that Wikipedia is a keystroke away…. well, here watch the video and try to imagine a time/culture/milieu when the special effects contributed to the listener’s enjoyment of the song…no, seriously, It did.)

1)  It is axiomatic that if a person revisits the Wakefield Doctrine more than twice, (once by accident, once again to be certain that the author of the blog wrote what they thought he wrote), that person is: a clark or a scott or roger with a significant secondary clarklike aspect. ya know?

2) So let’s try and organize this mess ‘o grats. There are People, Places and Things that, by being present in my timeline, provide a positive influence on the path of its continuation.

The ‘People’ (in the above citation) are self-explanatory. (Yes, I will wait for the clarks to stop laughing.)

For the benefit of those new to this blog, I will list Una separately (from the people). Here is a photo:

Older Readers are permitted to laugh at the incidental (however greatly appreciated in retrospect) resemblance to a wonderful cartoon series from the 1960s, ‘Mr. Peabody and Sherman’ The term side-long glance is totally appropriate.
A landscape orientation.
Una on the left sitting upright on her haunches (forelegs straight, supported by front paws), in a bad-choice green leather wingback chair. She is looking directly at the camera, with mouth open, pink tongue anchoring the rounded ‘V’ of her face and head.
Phyllis is sitting to the right (Una’s left). She is not sitting upright. She does not appear to even be sitting in a chair. We guess this because the top of Phyllis’ head and Una’s head on a level.
Phyllis is not looking at the camera. She is looking at Una. She (Phyllis) has her left arm on the arm of the leather chair and, as a result, is leaning out of upright, towards Una.
The sidelong glance is apparent, despite the fact that Phyllis is wearing glasses. Her torso and head are facing the camera. Her eyes are looking at Una.
To seal the deal, Phyllis is wearing a turquoise tee shirt.
Una, on the other hand, conveys a sense of being properly and formally dressed for the occasion.

The ‘Places’ include the office in the photo at the top of the post. (“Yeah, the rogers are sitting with totally over-loaded thought balloons with, like, ‘there’s something wrong in that picture, hey that clock on the wall…wait just a damn minute!’) Direct your questions, concerns, outrage and complaints to zoe, thank you very much.

And finally, the Things: the Wakefield Doctrine. The reason for my presence in this virtual funhouse, everyone’s favorite ‘sphere, the blogosphere.

Here… that’s right…go ahead, click and read the other writers participating in the TToT

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Six Sentence Story

Secret Word: FLEECE

(Six sentences, no more and no less, involving the week’s prompt word)

Send your complaints, outrage, moral indignation, expressions of dismay and prayers for forgiveness to zoe (but leave Joules out of it)

Fleece

“Talk about your tourist-with-travelers-checks beware, jeez, did you hear that guy?” The grey streaks in the man’s hair imparted a gravitas that more than offset the deliberately juvenile choice of words, “γνήσια σάλια μαλλί!  …yeah, right, probably shipped in from some sweatshop in Indonesia.”

“Well if our wives had encountered Demetrio’s pitch for genuine Greek clothing, no telling how over-charged they’d of been.” The second man took the bag from the old woman at the plywood-and-tablecloth market stall, tossed it into the back of the sports car and drove out of the center of Mykonos Town as quickly as the serpentine streets would allow.

The postcard-blue Aegean Sea spread in three directions below and outward from the monochromatic landscape, the younger man checked the GPS for the route to their rented villa and turned his head slightly, “Well, I don’t know if my marriage will be rejuvenated by a surprise gift, but Alma’s got zero tolerance for cold and these Mediterranean evenings are way cooler than our travel agent made them out to be.”

The older man smiled with a sardonic leer, turned to his friend and said, “So, all your hopes for an enjoyable vacation come down to getting on a new fleece on your wife?”

 

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