SSS -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

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)


“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?”



Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘..of occupations, avocations and worldviews’

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

(Refresher: the Wakefield Doctrine maintains that we, all of us, are born with the potential to experience reality, (and the world). in one of three characteristic manners: as does (an) Outsider (clarks) or a Predator (scotts) or the Herd Member (rogers). At a certain early age, (the Doctrine tells us), we settle into one of these three ‘worldviews’; we become clarks or scotts or rogers. We do not lose the potential to relate to the world as do ‘the other two’, they are available if we but find ways to access them.

The Wakefield Doctrine wears the label of ‘personality theory’, but it really isn’t. What it really is, is a perspective on the world, the people in our lives and our ownselfs. The Doctrine is a tool for adding to, enhancing our understanding (of the world and the people and ourselves), but has little interest in any whys or wherefores. The goal is to add to our understanding and appreciation of ‘how we relate ourselves to the world around us‘. (Not, ‘how we relate to the world around us’, rather ‘how we relate ourselves to the world around us’. Big difference.)

And so, since it, (the principles of the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers) is nothing more than an additional perspective, what good is it?*

The cool thing about self-improvement and the Wakefield Doctrine is that we don’t have to acquire anything that we don’t already possess. Thinking that you need to learn to be more demonstrative, more accessible on an emotional level? No problem, your rogerian aspect will totally help. Need to temper your temper, pre-empt your impulsiveness? You have a clarklike aspect. Feel like you want to task risks, leave behind the caution and conservativeness? Just check in with your scottian aspect.

So it’s all there, provided you can let it out. And that will be the topic of our next post.



*  The extent to which a new idea is accepted and embraced by others is very much influenced by the claims made by the originator (of such ideas). It is not about providing the answer to the ‘what’, as it is about making the answer to the challenging question of ‘what’s in it for me?’ immediately clear. Even more so, it depends upon providing this information cloaked in the appearance of being widely accepted and incontrovertibly true and certain. (Which, for one of the three worldviews, is a totally redundant description).  If this is a valid observation1, my own predominant worldview is very much a factor. Not in a good way. Let me explain2.

It will help to consider this: there are three jobs/occupations/avocations/hobbies/styles-of-effort-to-influence-those-around-us. (Yes, just three).

The three jobs are: scientist, salesman and machine operator.

The scientist is concerned with a world of ideas, reveling in explanations and laboring to refine proofs of principles that underlie the workings of the world and (especially) the people in it. The salesman lives for the people they encounter each day, it is not simply about getting them to buy his/her product (or service or convictions or willingly-submit-to-whatever-it-is-the-salesman-wants…at that particular moment), it is about the interaction/negotiation/the ‘Close’. The machine operator lives for the precise execution of rules and laws, relationships and ideals, they find joy (and frustration) in learning the correct way to do job/cook a meal/build a society/live life.

As you’ve probably guessed, each of our three ‘personality types’ is more appropriate to one of these jobs than the others3.

  1. clarks (Outsiders): scientists. if you think hard and observe the world around you, the rules that people follow to feel a part of the group will become knowable. (Career recommendations: school teacher (elementary or college), nurse (pediatric or geriatric) sheepherder, librarian, counselor (effective but not successful), one-term politician)
  2. scotts (Predators): salesmen… I don’t really need to give examples here, do I? The guy on TV, the politician, the early developer in school doesn’t care if you buy or not (well, sorta) that they get to try to get you to (buy what they have/believe what they want you to/do what they feel like doing is what life is all about. (Career suggestions and ideas: cop (or robber), surgeon (but not physician and totally not an oncologist), nurse (charge nurse) teacher (High School industrial Arts, Gym or French…)
  3. rogers (Members of the Herd): machine operator.. precision is the result of following the rules and precise application of the rules is how you get to that point, there is a right way to do everything (add and subtract/machine aircraft parts/play in a symphony/treat cancer/live life… being the best among many is its own reward. (Careers: Accountant, attorney (prosecuting) physician (oncologist), chemist, scientist, philatelist, chef (but not cook), firefighter politician (successful, multi-term)

That’s about all we have time for today. Thanks for coming by.

….the point? My misgivings about how I present the Wakefield Doctrine? Wellll I guess to learn the answer, you’ll just have to keep reading the posts.

1)  see!?!?! damn!

2) enough with the explanation!! tell ’em what it’ll do for them!

3) the Wakefield Doctrine has something called ‘the Everything Rule’. It states, somewhat obviously, that ‘everyone does everything, at one time or another’. What that means is even though the most effective police (in the present culture) are scotts, that does not mean that there are no clarklike or rogerian police men and women. And, chemists are more likely to be rogers, yet you can find scotts and clarks in that profession. (look for the exploding laboratories). The point is, how well one does in a profession or job is very much related to how (that) job or profession manifests to them. One of the reasons that rogers make excellent accountants is that, for them, the world is quantifiable and knowable. So working with numbers is a joy, in and of itself.



TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘tv tropes, cover songs and photos of dogs’

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

(“uh oh…someone’s phone camera got switched to artsy”)*
*or worse…thinking, ‘what photo would be really difficult to describe in 25 40 words or less
Landscape orientation.
A line of blue with ambitions of pure white light, angles downward against a background of black. Our conceit is to call the black the background to the light, our bias against (and fear of) the dark never far away.


1) Funny about the passage of time… I ‘was there’ when this song first came out. It was on Simon & Garfunkel’s monster (gentle monster) of an album, ‘Bridge Over Troubled Waters’. I didn’t pay it much attention, as I was just entering my ‘I know, if only I… then life will makes sense’ phase (aka High School-College). That ellipsis? In this case, its: ‘learn to play guitar and get in a band’. As with many things, with time my appreciation of music broaden. By the ’80s I’d come to like the song, then with onset of my writing jones, the lyrics become the basis of my enjoyment. This morning, as I drove to the office listening to one of my college stations, I heard the Dobro intro. I recognized the song immediately, of course, and then the amazing vice of Alison Krauss… and, I was all, damn! what a good cover, I gots to put it on the TToT

2) I was originally thinking about the Beverly Hillbillies, because humor, like music appreciation, changes with time.

3) Una and Phyllis

4) Bella and Phyllis

5) Ola and Phyllis
















6) Josie …at Number 6? well, sure, ’cause who makes it to Number 3, never mind Number 6 in a List of Ten Things of Thankful without knowing where they are, who the person responsible for the hard work in keeping a bloghop like this live and online is and what the Rules are?  …. oh, yeah, this is the Wakefield Doctrine…. those Readers are likely to get this far without a proper introduction.

7) Open Item: Anyone interested in getting theys feet wet on this grat blog but don’t have 10 Items ready, send me your Grat Item as a Comment and I’ll put it here.

8) Sunday Supplement Watch this space tomorrow! (not now, stop watching? you can’t look until then… now cut it out. Sure, go down to Item 9….)

“How can there be straight lines with the Earth being round?”

9) Feast of Saint Roger (aka Thanksgiving)

10) 1.3 (in the Book of Secret Rules, aka the Secret Book of Rules)


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Finish the Sentence Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

Sometime in February/March of 2013, I worked up the nerve to participate in my first bloghop, Finish the Sentence Friday. Hosted at that time by Janine, Kate, Stephanie and Dawn, joining in marked a transition in my online life. Up until then, starting June 9th 2009, (come on, everyone remembers their first blog post…right?), I devoted my time in the ‘sphere to writing posts about the Wakefield Doctrine. For whatever reason, I worked up the nerve to go over to their blog (yeah, the high school metaphor’s been with me from, like, the minute I turned the computer back on.*) and I wrote my first Finish the Sentence Friday post.

Since that time, I’ve met some very remarkable people and have become friends with many of them. And that’s where the temptation to indulge in metaphor begins. Meeting new and interesting people, not something I’m naturally inclined to do.

“But it wasn’t a dream — it was a place.

         And you — and you — and you — and you were

         there.” (Dorothy Gale)

Kristi was gracious enough to invite me to co-host the Finish the Sentence Friday bloghop this week. In part, because I’d returned to joining in on Fridays and, one Friday, a few weeks ago, I threw out a sentence fragment in a comment and Kristi replied, ‘Hey, I like that! That might make a good sentence fragment.‘ So, here we are.

(Can’t say enough about Kristi other than, if I knew about her and wasn’t already a friend, I’d be too intimidated to introduce myself. But that’s getting ahead of the sentence fragment. Suffice it to say, Kristi Campbell is one of the most able women I know. I consider myself fortunate in being allowed to hang out here. So join Kristi and me at the best of all bloghops…. the Finish the Sentence Friday.

“A study released by the Department of HHS reports that most people consider their online relationships comparable to their social experiences in high school… this is true because….”

...For some of us, the virtual world is not simply a place drawn in phosphorescence and LEDs, binary yes(s) mating with stubborn no(s), a place of mathematical precision and statistical approximations of feelings and intuition. For some of us, its a reality of metaphor and stories. The world online is a place where the social contract has been stood on its head.

In our lives (in the real world), when we interact with others: visiting relative’s homes, running into our children’s teachers at the convenience store or meeting friends at the mall, our personal lives are subject to immediate validation. Your car sits in the parking lot, your children wear the clothes you pick out (or not,depending on age) and your life is a page in an increasingly public record.

In the virtual world, however, we are, in a very real sense, a story we tell those we meet. When we interact in the various locales such as Twitter or Facebook or on bloghops such as this one, we tell our story. The virtual world, at least the parts that I frequent, is very much a world of words and writing, stories and imagination, risk and rewards.

It’s a secret rule of life that the rate of meeting new people and making friends is inversely proportional to age. In the real world. there are only so many people who can fit into the: work places, schools, daycare, health clubs, churches, neighborhoods, supermarkets, doctor’s waiting rooms, therapists offices, barracks, bunkhouses, cells, wards and three-bedroom-colonials-on-a-quarter-acre-with-a-really-great-HOA. When limited opportunity butts heads with escalating demands on our personal time, is it any wonder that 80% of our real world friends are those we met back when we were still in school?

Then there is the virtual world. Available anywhere and anytime. And with more people (on the other side of the screen) than you could fly over in a plane on a four-hour flight.

And,(to try to establish the basis for my post….finally), just as it was in high school; when we arrive in the world-online, a social environment is waiting for us to negotiate, navigate and accommodate. There are people already here. They’ve been here long enough to establish their own little corners of the ‘sphere. Some of the people on the ‘net we meet because they on in our path. I mean, you have to get into line in order to get lunch, right? And, if you’re in line to get lunch, eventually you have to come out of the serving area and face a room (small or huge) of people eating lunch. Already seated. At their own tables. With their friends.

(lol  ok, so my own experiences with high school are not exactly 100% positive.) But I made it through those years. And now, a lifetime later, I find myself in a social environment that, with only a little imagination, looks a lot like high school. The difference is not that ‘I am older and mature and know better.’ That would be the easy and not-overly productive way out. The difference is that I choose to see the metaphor because it allows me to see myself in a slightly different perspective than might someone, (a roger, for example, who might say, ‘Dude! it’s the internet. You’re an adult. Stop with the make-believe, the trying to relive the past‘) who does not see the common points between past experiences and present reality. And the Wakefield Doctrine is about nothing, if it’s not about taking advantage of varying perspectives on the world in the service of becoming a better person.

Anyway… the value, (for me), of indulging in the conceptual metaphor of ‘the blogosphere as high school’ is that it allows me to make different choices and, by doing so, come to accept that ‘experience does not define the entire person’. My personal history, the social one inferred in this post, is not the summation of my potential. It is a description of choices I’ve made. The unfortunate thing about life is that, for some of us, when we look at the choices we’ve made (some consciously, others under duress, still others under the influence of others), we feel that they define us.

This time around, I’m finding it a little easier to be uncomfortable around others. I’m more willing to take risks, despite how foolish a part of me says I am. And, as a result, I have a bunch of friends that I might not otherwise had and, from that, I become a better person.

Thanks Kristi!


This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday bloghop post. Come on! Join in…. you’ll be glad ya did. Get on over to Finding Ninee and tell ’em the Doctrine sent ya.



* I remember writing my first post in large part because of what happened when I completed the process. So, I wrote and I edited and did all the things that we all do, Then came the moment… to hit ‘Publish’. I went through a number of clarklike changes and finally hit the button. I then reached down, turned off the computer, got up and went down to the garage, got in my car and drove away from my house.  Eventually I returned and turned on the computer and the rest has simple.

** Outsider (clarks), Predator (scotts) or Herd Member (roger)


SSS -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop. Hosted by zoe each and every Thursday, the object is to write a story that is six, (and only six), sentences in length. The stories are based (inspired by, centered on, using, referring to and/or thinking-in-the-back-of-your-mind-‘sure!-this-is-related-to-that-word’) on the prompt word she provides each and every week.

(This week I’m praying that the word relates to High School and/or the blogosphere, ’cause I’m scheduled to co-host the FTSF with Kristi Campbell the next day….)

So, lets go look and see what we have…


(…marble…. marble?!! oh man.)


“Cardinal de Bilhères I am sorry, but Signore Buonarroti is away,” Giuseppe Torrigiano smiled to himself as he allowed the Cardinal to push past him into the studio.

“Your master accepted my commission to create the finest funeral monument the Eternal City has ever seen, the Madonna and her Son, fashioned from Carrara marble, its place in the Chapel of Santa Pertronilla has been prepared; what do I need him for, he has completed his work, no?”

“Well, yes and we, Michelangelo’s assistants, have adopted the name, ‘the Pieta and the Child at Play’, but that is what I need to explain; your original letter was written in French and, well, the Italian word for marble is very, very similar in spelling, especially the plural form.”

The old priest and the young artisan stepped into the studio just at the moment the noonday sun created the perfect illumination, a shaft of light spreading downwards from the clerestory windows to bathe the sculpture. The Virgin Mary, smiling with a beatific sadness, her graceful robes flowing to the ground looks down upon her Child before her. The young Jesus stares with divine joy at colorful orbs scattered before Him; crouching forward, hands rendered in such exquisite detail one can easily see the Child’s thumb cocked against a fore finger as he prepares to propel one clear glass orb careening into the of array cats eyes, swirlys and other colorful marbles.



(because this is one of those strange Sixes, the following link: Pietà )