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

Leftovers? Did someone mutter, “oh man, fricken leftovers again”

Yeah, ‘fraid that’s what cha gonna get today. Leftovers. Remnants. Re-assembled parts. Accept this fact and it will be over before you know it.

Ran into DownSpring Joanne (Mistress of Metrics) last night. She is doing well, says that she will get back to us with some very useful questionnaire-related ideas. Also, she wanted any Readers out there to know that she ‘has her eye on the  Grand Canyon’.  While Joanne may have forgotten her hat (for her damn head), when she was there a few months ago, she intends to get back soon, avec le chapeau, and add that bad boy to her collection. (hey,  “Garcia Lopez de Cardenas, dude!  if you wanted to hold onto it, all you needed was a picture of you and the hat! might be Cardenas Canyon if you had, yo) So we will be on the look-out for that.
In our little talk with Joanne and “Dave” (…this person being an argument for an unusually high scottian component to Joanne’s make-up. But that is a whole Post in itself). I gently steered the conversation around to the topic of writing Comments, the exact words were, “hey why the hell aren’t you writing Comments”? Talked a little about the idea that, for some totally incomprehensible reason,  people find it daunting and/or intimidating to write Comments after Posts. Damn, wish everyone would simply understand that these Posts are meant to be an open, un-critical, nurturing space, ya know? I guess they must all be…I don’t know…(insert obvious joke here).

Anyway, good to see her. She might be the first of us to own more than one part of the world, by rite of hat.

AKH been busy…’spects to Post some of her uniquely scottian take on the Doctrine. ‘KH has a bee in her bonnet about all them other “tests” that are offered at other “blog sites” and how they are just rogerian, self-promotational bunch of girls…” I found a personality type test on Psychology Today. took it 5 times answering completely differently each time and got the same results! an actual test that people can go take and see that it’s true that these tests are neither useful, reliable or accurate. ha ha”. We are looking forward to her report. ( AKH, yo…the lobster bib and tiny little forks? not really necessary…)

the roger has been busy over at the ragamuffin…go on over…glenn hangs out there and he hasn’t even pissed on the table legs or chewed the upholstery or anything. (Think of it as your chance to watch a scott in a ‘natural habitat’, sort of like those safari places where you ride around in a Range Rover and see shit and they don’t let you get out of the car or throw stuff at the animals.)

DS#1 is in the process of upgrading her employment situation…we all wish her success and fun and all…as to her current employer…Starch and Oil SuperMarket, or the Family FeedTrough  or whatever the hell they call themselves,  “ Hey supermarket dudes, fuck you and your scanners and the humans you pay to convince the intelligence-challenged customers that your calorie warehouse is just like they remember  when they were little kids and went food shopping on Friday evenings and there was a friendly cashier and all“.

(…oh damn!…you’re right, I did have a half written Post). Here, read this:

We all know that trying to write a Post over the course of more than one day hardly ever works, but the title¹of (this) Post was so strong that I just could not resist.  I am currently trying to be a good family member and participate in Thanksgiving Day activities (…the word in your mind right now is: oxymoron, lol). In any event I type a little, then go out and stare in horror at the Macy’s Parade on the TV until I cannot stand it and come back and type some more. Intellectual smelling salts, if you will.
We haver never really focused too much  current culture, preferring to leave that in the more capable hands of Mel over at the Spatula, but there are appearing “changes” in said culture that  those of us here at the Doctrine are feeling compelled to address.

(blah…holiday reference….blah…clever play on words…blah)

OK Wakefield Doctrine Lesson of the Day. If you are influenced by the western hemispheric culture sufficiently to do anything Thanksgiving-related this week, then you have witnessed a demonstration/illustration of the Wakefield Doctrine.
You saw the clarks…they were either helping in the kitchen (so quietly that you have to make a deliberate effort to remember them washing dishes, watching the oven etc)…you heard the scotts…wishing everyone HAPPY HOLIDAYS WHERE IS (so and so) I HAVEN”T SEEN…WHEN’S THE GAME ON….and you were there because of the roger…”why, you can’t be by yourself on Thanksgiving, it’s a day for the family to gather…everyone will be here, I have gone to so much trouble to make this perfect for everyone“…

Mr. B? I believe my time has come….

1) Post title derives from lyrics contained in the blues standard, ‘Dust My Broom’  originally recorded by Robert Johnson. The recording we are listening to is by Elmore James, who in his version of the song, creates one of the seminal guitar ‘licks’, something no person that has ever picked up an electric guitar can possibly resist trying to play.
The lyrics below are from the Robert Johnson version, the changes (in the lyrics) are somewhat intriguing, almost as if the song had been cleaned-up for a wider audience. The lyric ‘device’ of the need to ‘write a letter’ is a pervasive sentiment found not only in the blues but rock and roll and even pop music. (courtesy of Wikipedia):

I’m goin’ get up in the morning, I believe I’ll dust my broom (repeat)
Girl friend, the black man you been lovin’, girl friend, can get my room
I’m gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know (repeat)
If I can’t find her in West Helena, she must be in East Munroe I know
I don’t want no woman, wants every down town man she meets (repeat)
She’s a no good dony, they shouldn’t ‘low her on the streets
I believe, I believe I’ll go back home (repeat)
You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can’t when I go home
And I’m gettin’ up in the morning, I believe I’ll dust my broom (repeat)
Girl friend, the black man you been lovin’, girl friend, can get my room
I’m gonna call up China, see is my good gal over there (repeat)
I can’t find her in the Philippine Islands, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere