Six Sentence Noir -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

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Here we are again! Wednesday and we’re preparing to participate in zoe’s most excellent bloghop, the Six Sentence Story. (Damn, if I’d of perceived my schoolwork anywhere close to the way I’m currently chasing skills at this writing thing, who knows where I’d be today!) oh well, better late than never, ya know?

In any event, what we gots here is a bloghop that invites all to write (and post through the link thing at z’s blog) a story of six and only six sentences. And, this is the important part, (the) story must utilize the prompt word. Each week we are provided a new prompt word, the grain of sand, destined to become a pearl.

This week the word is ‘Well’.

(Note this week we will rejoin our as-yet unidentified detective as he meets his client in, ‘The Mystery of the Lost Starr’. If you want to follow along, here is Chapter 1) (oh, yeah… if you want some background music for your read, here’s some Miles)

Looking as out-of-place as a Persian cat at a dry cleaners, the woman gave my office a once-over that confirmed that she didn’t get down to this part of town all that much and pulled her raincoat tight around her body, making sure nothing accidentally touched her, while guaranteeing that my attention didn’t wander.

I thought about standing up, but since I had no plans to offer her my chair, I cleared the files off the top of my desk; without the yellow-lined pads and 8×11 photos from a recent case, a once-dark square of wood showed opposite the leather upholstered chair in front of my desk; I nodded, she glanced at the door, held her handbag in front of her like a medieval breastplate and sat down.

“I have a problem and I need your help,” now that the pool of light on my desk worked up the nerve to touch the sleeve that rested on the arm of the chair, I noticed she wore a blonde wig, as effective a disguise as a seven-year-old boy’s Zorro mask; the hair was cheap, the makeup professional and her watch cost more than my last divorce. She stared at me with the look of the man forced to sit in a doctor’s office and wait for the results of a paternity test, resigned but angry at the wrong person, on this rainy Thursday morning it looked like she thought that should be me.

“I’m a licensed PI, I have half a law degree, a black belt and when I’m not having lunch standing at the strip club down the street, I wonder if I’ve made the best career choices, that said, it’s 1:30 in the morning; so you might as well spill it, and since my per diem is determined by my clients FICO score, I’ll spot you 15 minutes, off the clock.”

“I want you to find my sister, Starr,” every neurolinguistic telltale started going off as soon as she said the word, ‘want’ and, by the time she finished, pronouncing ‘sister’ with the ‘S’ in jealousy, I decided I needed to get in the habit of locking my door after nine pm.

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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘Found in translation’

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

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Just happened past this field of cows and such this morning. No! Seriously I had no idea that I’d be writing this post as I took the photo.

As we all know, ‘clarks think, scotts act and rogers feel’.

We (also) all know that…with the perspective afforded by an appreciation of the three predominant worldviews that comprise the personality types of the Wakefield Doctrine, we can know the people in our lives better than they know themselves. Even better, will can know what they will (decide to) do before they themselves do’.

So, you’re thinking, all this is well and good, so how come I still have trouble communicating with my clark/scott/roger?

There is the topic of today’s post. Communicating between personal realities, worldviews.

First: accept that your reality is manifested in a manner fundamentally different from that of the clark or scott or roger with whom you are exchanging ideas, interviewing for a job, asking for a date, coaxing into doing chores, making a pass at and offering your condolences. If you are a clark these things/ideas/thoughts are in the form of knowledge/information; if you are a roger then they are (to you) emotions/feelings/consensus and if you are a scott they are the things you do/your acts/your appetites.

Second: accept that, since you’re the one with the Doctrine and, apparently, the ambition, to get across an idea to a person, despite their different experience, it is up to you to translate what you think, (or feel or do), into something more compatible with that person’s reality.

So, how is that translation done? Well, for the moment, we’ve discovered one of the three (necessary) transformations: from a clark to a roger. For a clark to communicate an idea that they have to a roger, they, (the clark), should take the thought/idea and transform it into an effective metaphor. It is not overly helpful to say to a roger, “Here’s what I think”, or “The best thing you can do about your problem is realize that,” or even, “Have you ever stopped to think that…”

Much better to say, “Hey! that girl you want to ask out, thats a lot like,”  or “Your boss is giving you a hard time, that’s similar to”

(Astute Doctrine followers are thinking, ‘I get it! rogers deal in emotion, so I need to give them a situation that they can identify with on an emotional level.’  Exactly!)

 

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

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‘Boats imitating geese, lying on the water in a row’ The bottom half of this photo of boats at rest in a salt pond, is green like an old worn-out pool table. The grass is full green and there are parallel lines that appear white, as the blades are uniformly bent by the weight of a mower, changes how much of their greenness we can see. The left half of the green area is worn down to dirt, from cars parking, coming and going over the grass that is clearly not designed to stand up to such wear and tear. Not completely dirt-brown, the worn area shows faded green every where except the areas that most frequently is driven on. At the top of the green is a sharp line and then the water begins. The line is very sharp because instead of there being a gradual transition down into the water from the level of the grass, someone built a wall. That way, the dry land goes right to the water. There are ducks (or geese, I refuse to make the effort to learn the difference)…. petulant birds that have more strength than they should, but appear, for all the world, to be too lazy to take advantage of their (relative) physical superiority. They compensate for their lack of evolutionary ambitions by exhibiting a remarkably surly attitude. Anyway, the ducks (or geese), are standing along the wall that overlooks the water. The title of the photo comes from the similarity of appearance in the boats that lie in the water, tied to poles, in rows all facing in the same direction… very much like the geese (or ducks) except without the attitude. If anything, the boats project a dog-like hopefulness and patience. You know they want you to come down, cast off the lines and go out on the ocean, but if you don’t, even if they see you looking at them and still don’t do anything, they’re still content and happy…. as opposed to those fricken ducks.

This is…the Ten Things of Thankful.

The TToT is a bloghop with, (the sharing), of, (experiences), of gratitude as it’s theme, raison d’être (far be it from me to not use a less used word or phrase, thats why god invented the internet…isn’t it?). Each week, our host, Josie Two Shoes makes available her website along with a linking tool, so that those of such mind, not only might make available their reflections upon, insights into and general thoughts on how this mysterious thing, this emotion, ‘gratitude’ permeates the world. Provided, of course,  you are able to perceive it. (And no, I did not just have a brief visual that included Marie Curie and several apocryphal stories (from college days) about how her coffin is lead- lined, but, under certain conditions, at night, one can detect a greenish glow around here gravesite. I’ve included the link to her wikipedia entry for the clarks out there. (Hey! according to the entry, Marie coined the word, ‘radioactive’. Hard to be cooler than that! I know that fact is certainly important to ‘The Firm‘.))

So, lets begin.

1)  the Internet.

2) technology in general. I don’t go out on much a limb if I say there is no area or aspect of our experience of the world that we do not feel the effects of technology; from baby monitors to CCTV cameras staring at intersections, keyboards and computers, (there’s an old joke/advertisement from back in the day, when magazines were the manifestation of the social media… admittedly uni-directional and passive, but you might sit in a barbershop on a Saturday morning amid the aroma of morning sweat and Brylcreem and pick up a magazine and share (or, rather have a common experience), with countless others in the luridly optimistic articles of Popular Mechanics or Hunting Life or (here courtesy of Item 1:)

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3) (Hey is it just me* or does that advertisement remind you of ‘the Facebook’? You know, that constant emotion-numbing drumbeat of the imaginary underdog, the linchpin of the new mythos of the secret/imaginary power of the individual?…. lol  no, really, I mean the posts that always end with “when she started to sing/his comeback floored/the judges’ reactions….”  It, (the underlying pitch), here in the ad is the same as it is today, except then it was a one-way, passive media.

4) *lol… zoe not a whisper about, experiential-lensing of megalomaniacal curiosity**

5) ** not a ‘real’ word… this, btw, is a genuine Item of Thankful. The atmosphere that Josie and the others nurture, here each weekend, totally freedom hall. Which is a good thing for those of us less…. organized in our thinking, coherent in our writing and sensitive to the shades of emotion. Thanks!

6) Shout out to the Graviteers!  Every day, (except on Sundays), we send in photos of our scale readouts and, through the magic of technology, lend (and take) support from each others’ experiences as we all alter the degree of attraction to the center of the earth that our bodies possess.

7) ‘Home and Heart‘ Chapter 13 (and probably Chapter 14) will be out early this week. [Teaser: Sister Margaret is (somewhat reluctantly) on a mission to do something about her mother’s home being foreclosed on… her reluctance in no small part due to the fact that she must draw upon skills acquired in the part of her life that preceded finding peace and happiness in the company of the Sisters at St. Dominique’s. Sister Ryan is surprised to learn of an ally in her effort. Arlen and Drusilla arrive in Miami and meet with the owner of the Bernebau Company… they learn that, to no surprise, many of the rumours*** about Cyrus St Loreto are un-founded, tales to frighten junior executives. They, Drusilla and Arlen do, however, confront the less common observation, that ‘truth is sometimes better disguised as lies.’] Join us at jukepop and don’t forget to vote!

8) Una and Phyllis of course!  9)  Garden Update!  (photo to follow this afternoon, hopefully the rain will stop long enough to get us some photation.)

combined in a video (sorta)

10) SR 1.3

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Click on this here icon here and join us the TToT!

 

***  spelling for Founderess Lizzi

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

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Wednesday evening. This is the warm-up phase of my effort to come up with a Six Sentence Story for tomorrow. I kinda wander around in my head, double-check the prompt word. Yep, the word is ‘Link’. Now all I have to do is figure how to write what I think I want to write.

Besides being fun, zoe’s bloghop, the Six Sentence Story, (in which readers are invited to make up a story using exactly six sentences), is not only fun, it’s educational, (lots of excellent writing), and a great opportunity to practice. Sort of like ‘open mike’ for the writing crowd. It’s one thing to ‘practice’ at home. It’s entirely another to write for readers…against a deadline. So come join us.

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The dog barked a warning to unseen nighttime animals from the quiet living room in the nearly empty house, while in a back bedroom, the man’s concentration remained solidly on shifting one of the tiny parts that made up the intricately carved wooden cube; with a surprisingly loud click and more motion than it’s size should have permitted, a piece moved and, dropping the artifact into the pool of green-felt light, his hands sought comfort at the grey-fringed sides of his head, an unconscious effort to slow the motion that grew from somewhere behind his stomach, rippling up towards his mind, the room around him faded and was redrawn…

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“I thought you finished your homework, honey,” the tidal wave of disorientation receded and the man felt a growing need to howl at the sudden loss of familiarity, the dark study in the quiet house now replaced with a bright, colorful room and a voice that turned his body in the chair, (his feet somehow not reaching floor), towards the open doorway. The darkness behind the figure flickered with bluish light as a woman, the spitting image of his mother, only much too young, continued to speak, “…your grandfather meant you to have that as a keepsake, not a toy to play with and break,” stepping into the room, the shadows from the hall remained a shawl over her shoulders, she picked up the intricately-carved wooden cube and, touching one side, said, “look you’ve loosened this piece, let me…”

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“He keeps saying that you must bring something from his room in your home, a small, carved wooden puzzle. I must say, while many of our residents become fixated on certain ideas, it’s usually repetition for its own sake; your grandfather is different, I assume it’s a memento from early in his life, I trust that you haven’t arrived too late…”

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“Now push… that’s right, keep breathing, just like you practiced,” the young doctor smiled too broadly at the woman on the bed, she knew only the need that grew from her body, when she heard him say, in a tone that strained to overcome his limited experience, “Nurse, I need you here now!”, sensed a quiet increase in activity outside the pool of quiet light…

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-the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘the coolest thing about the Wakefield Doctrine?’

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

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The coolest (and best) thing about the Wakefield Doctrine is not that we get to make statements such as “Everyone lives in a perfect world”, and it is not the fun of asserting, “Everyone works exactly as hard at life as everyone else does.” Nope making these statements isn’t what this Post, (and its tantalizing questionistical subtitle), is proposting.

What does makes the Doctrine so cool, is that if a person is able to apply the perspectives inherent in the Doctrine to their world, these (and many other, equally outrageous declarations), become totally self-evident and, true even.

You know whats the hardest part of this ‘applying of (a) Wakefield Doctrine perspective’ process? (And it’s not confined to the Wakefield Doctrine), its that any philosophy or belief system that offers an alternative path (in life and such) always demands payment in exchange for it’s benefits. And, just to make matters worse, the price is not, strictly speaking, a ‘quid pro quo’*. What is asked for/demanded, for the privilege of enjoying the benefits of an additional perspective, is that one relinquish the bedrock-certainty of knowing the nature and character of reality. Many Readers are muttering into coffee-shadowed cups, “Hey! I’m open-minded. I know lots of people who see the world different than me, and, well, I got no problem with that!”

(…almost. this close. Unfortunately, that is not the level of acceptance of the validity and reality of another’s worldview required in order to take full advantage of a perspective(s) as contained in the Wakefield Doctrine.)

But enough of the coyness. Here’s a fun** experiment. I was roaming the contemplative and hallowed halls of the Facebook the other day, and a person wrote about losing friends. He concluded that the cause was related to the current politico-cultural mashup thats currently sweeping the world, (like a seaweed and ice cream sandwich wrapper cluttered wave, moon-pushed up the beach farther than any of the previous 3,897 waves). Anyway, being a thoughtful person, he wrote that maybe it was something in him, maybe his own views (on the state of ‘the world’) were at the heart of the problem of otherwise seemingly compatible people running away.

I offered the following: find a person in your life that has seemed like a normal, regular person who, if they are not currently long-standing friends, have the resume to make a successful bid for the job… except of one part. They are totally fervent believers in (fill in the blank with politics/religion/scientific opinion…whatever). You are forced to scratch your head and think (or say), “I just don’t understand how a person like Joe/Jane can believe in that!! He/She is an intelligent, educated, accomplished person, but they believe in….” Now imagine that, from their perspective (i.e. the reality that they are experiencing) there is nothing incongruous in their beliefs.

When you can be comfortable with that, you’re ready to pay the price for the power of alternate perspectives on reality.

And, the irony is that for most of us, when we confront the notion of surrendering the exclusivity of an idea or belief, premise or tenet, our initial reaction is that we are being threatened with a loss. When, in fact, when we accept that our belief or tenet or premise or perspective is not exclusive, we open ourselfs to adding to what we have, what we are.

Ya know?***

*  Latin phrase inserted to culture-up this little post, and since there isn’t an ‘Illuminated Text’ font handy, this will have to suffice to provide, you know credentials.

** no, really, it is fun

*** well, sure I can explain what I mean by the cool thing about making inflammatory and outrageous statements and claims and such… have to be the next post… be sure to bring along your scottian aspect!

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