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All kinds of ambitious, here at Doctrine Central, at 6:01 am Wednesday, the 3rd-of-where-the-hell-did-the-summer-go 2016

So the word of the week is ‘Minute’ (the word being the prompt, ‘of the week’ implying the recurring suggestion by zoe to write a story, a Six Sentence Story, using six and only six words).

“I promised I’d have you back to your cookout before anyone notices we’re missing, I need only one more minute,”  his wife stood before the mirror, brushing long, passion-tangled hair, her reflection smiling at the man in the doorway.

Dark eyes, with a mix of love and passion, held him in a life-practiced embrace, head bent to the side as her brush fell through a dark waterfall of hair, that crashed softly on smooth pale shoulders.

“I bought you a tee-shirt,” he stepped behind her, holding out a gift that was now very different from what he bought on a whim, fortunately for him, enough of the young man within (just recently roused from life’s slumber), remained to banish his misgivings as he handed her the very small and very lightweight cotton tee-shirt, which had silk screened figure a woman on the front.

She looked, laughed affectionately and said, ‘Well, you’ve earned it, I’m willing to try it on,” pulled it over her head, adding, “I think I can manage by myself” through a veil of dark brown hair and sheer white cotton, as he ran his hands down from her shoulders.

As his hand gently caressed across the top of her right breast he encountered an obstruction, a slight rise, unnoticeable to the eye, almost even to the touch of his fingers, it seemed nothing more than a small bind in cotton fabric that refused to smooth out.

The reflection of her face in the mirror changed, like the last person to leave a boat caught in a suddenly rising tide, she held onto his hand and unable to prevent the distance from growing, he stepped to her side and together they watched, in the last seconds of the minute he foolishly thought was his to give, as their familiar life faded into the distance.



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Item Once: Una

Itemo Secundo: Phyllis

Ometi Trieste: work and home

Quartro Itemae: Gravity Challenge

Cinque: the joy of remarkably lax filters, at least when it comes to the written thought

Sex: (for everytime I miss-type a small handful of words, get the word ‘sex’ and invariably laugh. This, I submit, is proof of the immortality of adolescence)

Seven: I just remembered that, of late, zoe and doug seem to, somehow, miss the connection over here on this oT, I will attempt to remedy this by the simple expedient of linking both at Lizzi’s and z’s. (hell, I’ll link pretty much anywhere that I’m not, actively and actually barred from… we need a new term for the courage that’s sometimes imparted by the fact of virtuality! There’ss little doubt that everyone, most of us, ok, clarks….. sure, sure…just me have a certain confidence that comes with the existential anonymity of being in the virtual world.  damn! can’t think of one! I’ll work on it and get back to ya.  (online suave? virtual balls?  lol! no! digital chutzpah… lol enough for now!)

Ocotpie: ‘there’s always enough to go around’

Item 9th: ‘Almira‘  Chapter 10 due this weekend. It’s about ‘time’. The fleeting nature of it and the ephemeral character of all things that are tied too tightly to the passage of time. In this week’s Chapter: Emily Gale pays a visit to Ephraim Hardesty and reminds him of her Offer (an Offer she will not permit be refused). Eliza Thornberg has dreams of being in the movies and discovers that, while desire (when fulfilled) is always good, want (with the risk of disappointment) is decidedly not. Finally, Dr Thaddeus Morgan talks with Nurse Griswold. (Why, no! of course it was only the two of them! Can you think of anytime that two people were in the room with Nurse Griswold …at the same time?)  Hey, I trust everyone noticed the soon-to-be-significant-character, Sterling Gulch, back a couple of chapters ago! Yes, his last name is, in fact, Gulch.

10. SR 1.3  (from the Book of Secret Rules aka the Secret Book of Rules), this particular Rule states that ‘the completion of a List of Ten Things of Thankful can be considered to constitute a thankful thing, in and of itself. The aforementioned List can, therefore, remain pre-terminus with Item 9, the completion citation (along with appropriate reference(s) to the BoSR/SB0R and, applicable Rule substituted as Number 10. et its fit!


Lets get ourselfs some music.  Since we have a photo of a dog, lets use the song, ‘All Dead’ by Queen. Because, (as the story goes), it was written by Brian May for his dog and is quite touching. And, no, nothing wrong with Una. But looking at the photo made me think of Ola.

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Hey, this being the week of remembering the fun of the old days of writing for the Doctrine, to wit, the spontaneous, single thought or sentence or idea which amounts to the push of the sled down the icy street.*

So I was just researching the famous ‘Bread and Roses Strike’ (Lawrence Ma 1912) for ‘Almira‘.   (Non-Spoiler Alert!!: Almira Gulch, at the time of the Strike was 16 year old, not yet married and therefore was Almira Ristani, not only witnessed the Strike, but become involved in it on a very personal level. Hint: she tried to send her younger brothers off to relatives during the ill-fated ‘Children Affair’, which, as I’ve come to learn, sort of marks the nadir of the Strike.) Anyway. I was reading a book on the strike and the author wrote,

“Many (Historians) have also come across the saying, “The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there.”

I’d not come across that expression before, and, like in the early Doctrine days, I was all, ‘damn, what a great way to say it’

Anyway. There it is. Our public past is of the record, engraved in the collective memory of family and friends, communities and cultures. While it is a given that the rise of commercials for genealogy websites and companies that offer to help you discover your past (or, at least, the cast of that ‘longest running of plays’), is pretty much a rogerian thing, it nevertheless represents a need we all share. Especially nowadays among all, in response to an increasingly institutionalized present to seek out one’s personal past. Of course, our tour guide for a trip like this is surely suspect. These tour guides not only are not professional or otherwise trained, rather are amateurs who happen to seem like nice and well-meaning enough that we think, yeah, sure…. lets go explore my past history for the last (fill in years since born), why not?

“...the past is a foreign country: they do things differently.”


Gotta get back to work!

(Now! if only Kristi and them at Finish the Sentence Friday did a sentence fragment that has to do with our personal history, I’m golden.)



*when I was young…. lol  wait, wait!! hear me out!! winter? we had sleds then, these wooden things with metal skids and pointed (metal!) ends that you twisted (the metal!!) rails to steer… anyway, there was one street, Penguin Ave (I know! I have trouble remembering appointments coming up this weekend, but you want to know the name of a street that I didn’t live on when I was 10 years old? I totally got it covered!!) anyway, it was steep and ended in an intersection with a cross street, Potowomut Rd. The town workers used to ‘forget’ to sand the street, for at least a day after a snowstorm, so as not to wreck the excellent sledding. Now that’s a common occurrence nowadays, isn’t it?


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What the hell?! How are we in mid-Wednesday mode already?

New Readers?  Our friend zoe hosts this Six Sentence Story bloghop each and every Thursday (as opposed to the Carrot ‘artist en scene’ which, rumour has it, meets once a month), I say rumour, because I thought it was every Monday… but now I know. (our boy Oscar is rumored to have said,  “There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.” )

I don’t suppose the prompt word this week is rumor, huh?   Hold on a second… (this is where I type SOC stuff in order to believe that I’m going to be surprised (in a pleasant way))

Second second


‘You can do this,’ he thought, staring around the room, seeing and acknowledging the other, yet refusing to allow the facts of the present situation to gain too much control of his feelings. There was time for both of them, unfortunately, the time remaining for one was diminishing at an unpredictable rate. He knew that his own fear, (for the future), could not be allowed to dominate, the peace that the other was clearly enjoying could only be maintained by his own feelings of calmness and serenity. There seemed to be no way to maintain this balance, a balance between knowing and feeling. Ironically, the other was, by nature, able to embrace the limitless peace, (found only in the here and now), and thereby be immune to the anticipation of the future in which only one would remain to find the remainder of the path through life.

‘We can do this,’  this second assertion contained the realization that peace, (for him), was to be found in the peace felt by the other, and, with this acceptance become possible for them both.


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Quick(ish) Post today.  oh!  wait!  gotta go check on Kristi’s  Finish the Sentence Friday!  hold on! ( oh! shit!  another one of her patented and seductively devious, ‘trick-you-into-writing-something-that-reveals-more-about-you-than-you-think’ prompts!  damn! )  ok well this Post ain’t getting any shorter, so I best get to it…


Vidchat tonight… lets make it 7:30 pm EST  (will send out invites the usual way)


Finish The Sentence Friday  (courtesy of Kristi van Helsing  and April May Indeed) who, in today’s intriguing word prompt ask that we reflect* upon a most human of human impulses, i.e. to see ourselfs (perhaps as others see us, or maybe as we would hope they do, or are determined that they must). One might argue that the Fall from Grace of Man (and Eve) was brought about, not through the agency of fruit, as it was the use/misuse of this most personal of all tools, the mirror. So, lets complete the sentence:

When I look in the mirror,’

I can see the world.



Chapter 17 of ‘Blogdominion is out!  Read it Here (  …Sister Margaret Ryan and Maribeth find that complimenting each other’s strengths necessarily emphasizes their (individual) weaknesses and leads to conflict. Unit 17 continues to become….more)

and. finally, a little insight to our multifaceted friends, the roger(s)

rogerian expression:

A rogerian expression is an idiosyncratic statement made only by a roger, is incorrect but nonetheless very powerful. A rogerian expression is not simply an incorrect use of words, rather it is a deliberate use of the wrong words that results in a statement that denies the listener the option to ignore it.. You know them when you hear them. There is a moment of disbelief, then you laugh and shake your head in admiration for the sentence that was made. Examples:

  • looking at his paycheck, a roger was heard to say: ‘oh man! Look at how much they deducted for aggravated security’
  • talking about a new DVD release for a movie: ‘no, I am going to wait until they release the un-abashed edition’
  • about to talk to a client: ‘I know I have to give them the bad news with the good news, I just won’t baby-coat it’
  • writing in a blog about how egotistical certain real estate agents tend to be, an unknown roger wrote: ‘ I have to say that as a professional class, most agents are much too self-absorbent…”

* ha ha… and, yes quite deliberate and without the slightest shame