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

‘Una sitting at the dining room table’ “Let me tell you something about these people”

1) oh, man…. this Post ain’t gonna go nowhere other that Nostalgiaville, USA… (trying to write while listening to the album… quick Thankful: Josie for having this place to flaunt the digital rights regime of this Brave Strange New World.  (thanks, J  save me some soma)

2) at the risk of sounding like every ‘previous generation’ that ever walked-in-slipper-clad-feet-around-a-Saturday-morning-house, I can’t resist saying, ‘No matter how old you are, what is there not to like about this here record here?’

3) Holy Smoke! According to our digital delphi, Wikipedious, the album we have ‘borrowed’ today, was released June 2, 1967.  (can I get a ‘damn!’?)

4) So, for the purposes of contextualizing: I would have been in high school at the time of the release of this album. (Institution of High School motto, “Open buffet for the scotts with their newly discovered forks and knives, shiny new fencing for the rogers and the clarks, (they’re there, you just have to look closely), not such a nice place.”)

5) I am grateful for the realization (or delusion) that many of you Readers are thinking, ‘Hurry! Mr Wakefield Doctrine’ you have only as long as the album plays for your indulgence in what is surely like being home alone with friends, parents on the way back.’

6) The Wakefield Doctrine. Because although the Doctrine was twenty years in the future, in this present world it does provide me with some degree of acceptance of the memories of those days. We will, as clarks, at any rate, defy anyone to say that all their memories of the stage of life represented in this post are of a positive, peaceful nature. The Doctrine, as we all know, is ‘for me, not them’.

7) (OK!  Got some time, ‘Within You Without You’ just started! That gives us some time. So, we do, of course, acknowledge that all of us grow up at different times (lol) and therefore the context of our memories are framed differently. I will, however, indulge in the conceit that we, all of us, are similar as clarks, scotts and rogers. We encounter the world and whether that world has the internet (Cynthia and Lizzi) or it has horses and carriages (Pat and zoe*) we all are more similar than different. The Wakefield Doctrine talks about how ‘we relate ourselves to the world around us‘. And if we do it with pen and paper of the virtual megaphone of the internet, we are all telling each other tales of our lives. I use the metaphor (or analogy of whatever the heck it is) of tales of our lives. The internet is far more encouraging of this sharing than is the ‘real’ world, if for no other reason than it is easier for us to ‘write the tales of our lives’ than it is to act it out in front of people. Enough! We’re at Rita, time to wrap this thing up.

8) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE (Anyone wishing to get their feet wet (and if you just had a ‘visual’ of a foot over an old-fashioned writing desk, big-toe suspended over one of those like glass ink bottles? Well, we want to hear from you!)

9) Sunday Supplement

Courtesy of Friend of the Doctrine, Cynthia:

THERE! THAT’S IT! We made it to 10:43.

10) Secret Rule 1.3 (from the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules)) This, (SR1.3), states in part, “…[t]he completion (or anticipated completion¹) of a list of Ten Items² shall qualify as an Item and therefore can be inferred and used as an Item on said List. Tradition holds that this ‘completion item’ (L. Lewis, 2016 ‘here we can see the end, so, go ahead and put ‘er right in that list,”) be place as the final item. ( 1.) meaning nine items established; it is not considered legal to extend beyond the one, sometimes referred to as a ‘reverse Faberge’  (2.) Ten is the most commonly accepted number for a List to be considered complete, there are, however cases and situations in which a lesser or greater (‘a minore ad mains‘) number might be submitted.

* I kind ’em  but mean only the best

One of the top five albums of my (semi)adult life.