the Wakefield Doctrine

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

‘Land-bound by winter and age, a once-proud sailing vessel in search of the Sea.’
(Landscape orientation)
A sailboat, without a mast, stands upright in supporting cradle that rests on a flatbed tractor trailer. Appearing to be at least thirty feet in length, it has a full keel (painted a tired-rust red in contrast to the white above the waterline). The hull is wood-planking and in need of repair
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Saturday. Snow. Mysterious (and creepy) old houses. Music bloghop with friends.

That should be enough to get us started. Which, we should never forget, is due to the quiet, backstage work of Josie Two Shoes our faithful adminstrix and hostinae.

1) Interesting work and such.

‘A lakeside cabin being pulled into the earth.’
(Landscape orientation)
The bottom half of the photo is divided between brown and beige leaf covered ground on the right and a green ground-cover, the color of shamrocks in a better place, at a better time. There is a hint of a path up the middle (of the lower half of the photo).
The structure is single level with an open doorway in the middle and windows on each side. The siding is grey and worn, like dirty cinder blocks, stacked the wrong way, end on end rather than long side atop long side. There is a chimney to the left of the open doorway and it is, in fact, constructed of cinder block (cinder block motto: ‘someday we’ll make this look attractive, for now, it gets the job done.’)
The odd thing (one of the odd things) is that the trim on the windows and door (opening) and roofline is painted in a dark red… (like barn siding after extended rain). This purely decorative paint is the best part of the entire structure.
Then we look at the roof and realize why our first impression was of a house being pulled down into the earth. The roof sags to the point of having a hole, just above and to the right of the open doorway. Through which we can not only see the interior of the house but right through and out the other side, an un-even rectangle of glass where there must be a sliding glass door, the better to see the lake beyond.
The roof is light black shingles and the left end is partially-covered with brown pine needles. It makes that part of the roof look like some long hidden map, sea and land, strange shapes.

2) A world in a photo

3) A story in a photo

4) Mother Nature in a photo

5) Friends and bloghops and music: spent part of the day yesterday with Kristi and Kenya and Tamara and Janine and  Dana and  Debi and Pat and  Friend of the Doctrine, Kerry and… Jen Kehl (who goes way back) and hosted the second bloghop I participated in, Twisted Mixtape. The theme of the FTSF was ‘Listicle …Music that changed us’ (or something). stop in, plenty of excellent tuneage.

6) Una (doing the smart thing this Saturday morning, resting up for the weekend ahead)

7) Phyllis (taking one excellent photo (in the same space of time, I took 17, this was the best of the lot (I’ll leave the implications of quality versus quantity approach to art to you, the Reader (who, if you’re new to this blog, might need to look up the references when I say, (‘therein the difference between a clark and a roger‘))))

8) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE  (hey! got the feeling that you would enjoy participating in the TToT but that voice in your head just broke out into a full-on set of warm-up self-criticism scales… check this out. This space is reserved for you! Write a comment (best way to start them electronic words) and ask for details! Limited Time Offer. Some Restrictions May Apply.

9) Sunday Supplement

10) Secret Rule 1.3 (from the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) [from the ‘Forward’ of the current edition: “the Book of Secret Rules (BoSR/SBoR) is the difference between work and creativity and, as such, is the birthright of those who would participate in the world of words and ideas (and such). This edition contains changes necessitated by the fact that, by definition, there can be no complete and definitive set of Rules. have at it, yo.]

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

“Me? Mix a metaphor? no way!”

So this week’s FTSF is (a) Listicle theme post, ‘Ten Songs/pieces of music that changed me’ (featuring) guest bloggerinae, Jen Kehl; (btw Jen’s ‘hop, ‘Twisted Music Tape Tuesday’ was, like, the second bloghop I joined (right after FTSF.)

This is edit session number <del>two</del> five; I’ve calmed down enough to realize the wisdom and value of a cut ‘n paste intro:

Hi all! We’re on with the FTSF Listicle of “10 songs/pieces of music that changed me.” Share music, sing a video, or make a quick list of music that changed you in some way. The linkup will go live tomorrow night (March 8) at 10pm and remain open through late Sunday night. We hope to see you there!
Kenya’s and my co-host this week is Jen Schneider Kehl, the former goddess of Twisted Mix Tape Tuesdays! Link up with her at http://jenkehl.com/ and find her at the Stereo Sisters on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/StereoSisters/

As always, you can also link up with Kenya G. Johnson or me:
https://www.kenyagjohnson.com
http://www.findingninee.comLet’s talk about the music that changed us!

As my co-Sentence Finishers (lol) have, in their respective contributions, surely described in terms both insightful and sublime, music has a remarkable capacity to mark the times of our life; within all of us this potential for multi-sensory memories is surely but one step short of a time machine.

As I made my first pass through my life and time and such, I looked to the individual year(s) and grabbed the first song that came to mind. Like an attic full of cardboard boxes, this approach presents a risk of being pulled down into the past, decade, a year, a day that has never faded. That’s kinda how I’m thinking of this week’s prompt. We all recognize the mnemonic power of music. That (some) music acquires the power to stop us in our daily-routine-tracks also makes sense. Or, at least, is understandable.

What makes me want to start a new paragraph however, is the thought, ‘Fine with all that. Keeping the metaphor of the ‘attic full of cardboard boxes’ in mind, what does all of this say about you personally and your life so far?’

Interesting question.

Next question.  lol

Here are my first selections of ‘songs as musical strata of a life’. Sorta. Didn’t get ten. These are all benchmarks, signposts, and battle ribbons of events (some normal, growing-up type experiences, others… well, maybe not so normal). So maybe these songs/pieces of music did not change me, but they are totally a sound track to the my getting here today.

Time: Chambers Brothers

Jimi Hendrix  My Friend  (click)

Toccata and Fugue: Bach

‘Monday Morning Blues’ Mississippi John Hurt

It’s My Own Fault: Johnny Winter

Fooled Around and Fell in Love: Elvin Bishop

She’s Gone: Hall and Oates

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpR8r0D2EyY

Into the Arena: Michael Schenker

Hallelujah (I love Her So): Humble Pie

Break! Cut! Time Out!

(“ok… what?!?! it can’t be eight am  I’ve only been at this since…   1973  very funny… too many songs, not enough words to make sense of it all. find some poignant but snarky way out and get to work“)

Funny thing, though… I’m finding less and less of the emotionally-charged music the later in my life I look. I wonder if thats something to be concerned about? Probably shouldn’t be surprised. Like the Eagles sang,

” You’re losin’ all your highs and lows;
Ain’t it funny how the feeling goes away?”

hey! nice finish, lets wrap it up with this

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-bwXhts8Zg

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

This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

It is hosted by zoe.

The way it works is this: there’s a different prompt word each week; using the week’s word, write a story that is six, (and only), six sentences in length.

Any style, genre, POV…whatever.

(Hey! thanks for the suggestion! Been getting a little worn-down (aka boring) in my writing of late. Nothing like an overly ambitious and beyond-my-current-skill-level-goal to kickstart things. After all, I am a clark. lol)

This week the word is:

CRANE

The engine of my high-mileage rental let out an old-man’s wheeze as I parked in the caliche parking lot of ‘The Adult Tree Motor Court’; under which ‘Just Far Enough Out of Scottsdale‘ was written in un-lit neon.

It’s said the key to effective marketing is knowing your clientele; if the empty spaces in front of the rooms at 10:00 am on a Thursday morning were any indication, passion and lust weren’t considered worth calling in sick.

Stepping through the door marked ‘OFFICE’ was like sticking your head into the frozen desert display case at the supermarket, my sinuses banged like the tenant with a broom handle one floor down; opposite the door was the registration desk; a congenitally-sullen man wearing a sweat-yellow cotton shirt and drugstore glasses around his neck, glared at me as I approached.

Behind him I could see into a dimly lit living room where an overweight woman in a flowered house coat sat, half-reclined on a grey-stained-into-dark-blue sofa watching ‘The Price is Right’ on a tv the size of a Jackson Pollock painting.

Putting my PI license on the counter, I said, “I’m investigating the murder of Robert Crane, were you here in 1978?”

The old guy picked up the ID, stared at it long enough to make me want to see if he was holding it upside-down, finally looked at me with the surprised but bitter expression of a high school bully on graduation day and said, “Who wants to know?”

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

“A broken tree crawls towards the forest to die.”

“It’s way blocked by a mortally-wounded comrade.”

Glad you could stop by. Please feel comfortable joining us. Josie Two Shoes, our administratrix, does a phenomenal job each week providing a stable platform for the bloghop known as the TToT (Ten Things of Thankful). The premise is simple. Post a list of ten(ish) things that make you think, ‘hey! I’m glad that...’  It’s a gratitude blog but with a difference. (To describe in detail the elements and facets that make this ‘hop stand out against an admittedly crowded field of bloghops would take the fun out, right? I mean, it’s not like there’s anything tricky or devious or challenging to learn. We don’t even require dress-code. And…and! we can mention the Secret Book of Rules (aka the Book of Secret Rules) right up front. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. In any event, welcome. Watch for a special offer in one of the items.)

1) We had a ‘Nor’easter. Winds were sufficient to take down power lines along the coast line and trees on our property. (Well, that’s kind of a hypograt, come to think of it. Whatever.)

2) We have a generator. That square thing in the first photo, to the right of the garage door.

3) Not one but two trees fell down on the ground. A hypo-grat but…. they both missed Phyllis’ car (in the dark green enclosure). And didn’t block the driveway.

4) I’m kind of weird about physical condition and exercise and such. But I got out my pole saw and clippers and a couple of hours later…

“Root-bound dinosaurs, awaiting a shroud of stone to preserve their memory.”

5) Phyllis was there, of course. (Una was on her perch on the back of the couch in front of the window, supervising.)

“Phyllis, head bowed, accompanies the dead to their final resting place.”

6) Not as worried as she might look. Not a fan of generators and such.

“Una wonders, for the millionth time, how it is the humans can claim the top of the evolutionary ladder, and returns to patiently watching their backs.”

7) Sunday Supplement

‘The proverbial ‘After’.’

8) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE! [enquire within] Got the urge to join in but don’t think you’re ready to go the whole magilla?* Then send us a comment and we’ll be happy to include it here, in this space, with as much attribution as you would like.

9) *Being a clark, it will come as no surprise to see me include the internet as a near perpetual list item.  This asterix is the perfect example: as I wrote #8 I thought, ‘the full magilla’ now there’s an expression I haven’t heard since,  like the ’70s. Being a clark, I thought, well lets go check!

And what did I find out? I had the spelling incorrect but that was only the start of the fun!  Here, in what I trust is consistent with the Doctrine of Fair Use, is what they said:

“It’s really spelled megillah, and it’s the Hebrew word for a scroll. In particular, it refers to one of five books of the Old Testament, namely Song of Songs, Ruth, Lamentations, Ecclesiastes, and Esther, which are read on certain Jewish special days…”  (our Friends at World Wide Words )

Yes, quite cool

10) Secret Rule 1.3