Month: August 2020 | the Wakefield Doctrine

Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

August 31, 2020 By clarkscottroger

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

Writing’s a funny thing. Despite the fact there are invariably a number of aspects that readers may respond to in a given piece, sometimes, one resonates more than others.

This Sunday’s TToT was no exception. There appears a consensus regarding our assertion that, making the effort to see the world through the eyes of the other person, is a worthy ambition.

I suspect there’s the lesson, for those of us who would try to offer a glimpse of our personal reality, aka writing, everything matters. The things we enjoy the most, we expect to have superior hold on the reader’s attentions.

As luck would have it, later in the day yesterday, I had a conversation with Phyllis about this week’s, ‘Reader Favorite Grat Item, Coming in at number 1 with a bullet! Number Four, the Everything Rule!!’

What underlies ‘the Everything Rule’, and is a constant challenge to me to convey in writing, is, How real the personal realities of the Wakefield Doctrine are.*

We all talk about others, especially those who are not in complete agreement with us; usually couched in phrases such as, ‘…they insist on believing‘ or ‘…they’re otherwise quite intelligent, except on this one matter‘ or even, ‘...how can you believe that?!’

In the Wakefield Doctrine, we allow that, living in a personal reality that is not an exact duplicate of our own, things might be different. The Doctrine takes the position that we all have the same goal; trying to get through life the best we can, following the path we have acquired up until the current moment.

This brings us to the Everything Rule. The Rule reminds us to consider an event/occurrence, an acceptance/a rejection, protestations of innocence/a profession of undying love with an awareness of the state of reality the other person is most likely experiencing.

If we do this, make an effort to see the world as the other person is experiencing it, we will spare ourselves the outrage/misinterpretation//the gut-punch of disappointment that is all too often our reaction when people in our lives do not act as we expect them to/want them to/hoped they would.

Because the Wakefield Doctrine is about you, not them. And this is not all, ‘me me me’ self-centeredness. Its just that the Wakefield Doctrine promises only to help us with one thing, ‘to better appreciate how we relate ourselves to the world around us’. (As always, we repeat: we do not say, ‘how we relate to the world’, we say, ‘how we relate ourselves to the world around us’. Huge dif.)

Thanks for stopping by and voting for the Wakefield Doctrine as ‘The-bestest-personality-theory-that-only-a-small-percentage-of-the-population-will-have-fun-with,-even-though-them-others-would-surely-get-something-from, if’n-they’d-lighten-up-a-bit-and-utilize-the-gift-of-perspective-a-touch-more’.

music vid? of course!

from our current favorites, the cast (and writers) of ‘the Magicians’ who do the impossible and make light ‘n airy 1980s pop music enjoyable.

* New Readers: a fundamental condition to the structure of the Wakefield Doctrine is that reality is, to a small but certain degree, personal. Nothing weird, like figuring out how to fly** or walking down the street in a downpour without getting wet. At the intersection of ‘the world and me’ there is a tiny, little gap. Better yet, there is a room. (yeah, way wide but not very deep, lol), that we have the option to decorate, to paint the walls, if you will. That is personal reality)

** god! to have a tenth of the talent of Douglas Addams as evidenced in his answer to the age-old question of how man might learn to fly…lol

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

August 29, 2020 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Ten Things of Thankful bloghop.

A once-weekly practice of cultivating gratitude.

A list (or other style of word assemblage) of the people, places and things that elicit the emotion of gratitude.

Ten items are the practice, how (they) may manifest is left to the individual writer.

Kristi maintains the base to which participants link their contributions and all benefit by her work and effort.

1) Una

2) Phyllis

3) footnotes Surely there no more clarklike element in grammar/rhetoric/the-world-reduced-to-words than footnotes.

4) the Everything Rule (of the Wakefield Doctrine), “Everyone does everything, at one time or another.” The meaning: despite the fact that each of the three personality types of the Wakefield Doctrine experience the world as distinctly different and, more importantly, characteristic personal realities, being the Outsider(clarks), the Predator(scotts) and the Herd Member(rogers) there is no thing that happens in one reality exclusively. However, how a thing, (or job or occupation or avocation, infatuation or taste in music), manifests is different for the three. And, as you’ve surely come to expect, the difference not only reflects the individual’s reality, it informs us, the observer. That, in turn, supports our claim that, by applying the perpective of the Wakefield Doctrine, you can know more about the other person than they know about themselves. The Everything Rule reminds us to make the effort to see the world as the other person is experiencing it. This additional perspective, surely enhances our own selfs.

5) serials (or cereals, given how I do have a photo of a childhood favorite at the top of the post). Currently ongoing stories (click on the titles to go and read and don’t forget to share and follow and whatever other rogerian thing that might occur to you). The Case of the Missing Fig Leaf and The Whitechapel Interlude

6) Six Sentence Story fun with story-telling

8) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE

9) something, something

10) S.R. 1.3 from the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) which states in the preface, “…sure, every activity comes with rules and requirements, expectations and demands on those who might participate. It is commonly accepted that [t]hese aforementioned rules are issuances of an authority beyond the reach of the mere player (in whatever game/religion/philosophy/orthodoxy/or whatever our parents may have insisted, ‘if you’re going to be a part of this family, there are certain rules you need to follow’).” The BoSR/SBoR is, for the purposes of this post, that Source. Write ’em if you need ’em.

music

(I can’t decide if I should be concerned, or embarrassed*, by my finding cover versions of music as performed in a tv series as the more enjoyable**, given the choice between original renditions and subsequent takes on the music (ha ha))

Be that as it may, here is a version of a-Ha’s big hit ‘Take me On’ from the series Magicians

The theme for music being established, in the interest of space and time, (is there anything else possibly of interest to any of us?), we will leave it to the Reader to either go to youtube to listen to the original version for comparison and appreciation.

Original: JS Bach

Original: George Michael

Original: Bob Dylan

etc

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

August 26, 2020 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

It is hosted by Denise.

It’s easy as pie and trickier than threading a needle wearing boxing gloves while standing in a cold shower.

But you should write a Six and link it up. Its fun! And a big part of the fun is reading how the others have worked the week’s prompt word into their stories. And we trade comments and such.

If the name ‘Ian Devereaux’ doesn’t turn on a clackety movie projector in your head, you need to check the backstory on this week’s Six. The Case of the Missing Fig Leaf (an Ian Devereaux mystery) will bring you up to date.

Warning: adult language and a risk of ear worm from music vid.

This week’s prompt word:

BEND

My office was quieter than a foreclosed church, as I sat at my cigarette-and-tear-stained desk, in the middle of a featureless Thursday morning, pretending to work; I suspected I was avoiding something, but my detective skills were insufficient to drag it out into the light.

Hazel, my admin, had the day off, something about a conference with the school principal about her son, Seth’s truant streak, I offered to go with her, for moral support or as an intimidation resource, then remembered he attended Our Lady of Intercession and, instead, offered her the loan of my gun; she smiled and accepted the day-with-pay; I figured I got off cheap.

My email were shouting silently from the inside of my computer screen on one side and Leanne’s case folder on the other, I considered heading down to the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge now, rather than wait the two hours until lunchtime; this prompted a replay of a conversation with the owner, Lou Ceasare, “Yeah, I tried once to, you know, add some class to the joint, do a brunch for the weekend crowd, fuckin reglars drank the fuckin Sterno out from under the chafing dishes, had to bend a couple of… things, to get them to stop,” his laughter, guarded by an expression as lethal as the Sterno, allowed me to know what a Great White shark would sound like, laughing.

Dr. Thunberg, of Radcliffe and my close friend, was being a good client, leaving me pretty much alone in the process of locating her missing ex-husband Elias; her weekly Status of Search questionnaire was low-key formal and it wasn’t in a Pass/Fail format.

In a moment of inexcusable over-confidence, I decided to check my email and then get to looking for missing husbands, big mistake; the first email was from Haley and my smile dissolved at the subject line: Notice of Final Decree; my mind rallied with practiced desperation, this was the best thing for both of us because she was a full partner at her law firm and I was busy with my private detection.

Muttering like a thorazine-addled heckler, the voice in my head reminded me that, if only I could remember one thing I missed, when we were married, maybe I wouldn’t have to drive home every night to an empty house that had somehow become too small for the two of us and, yet, now, intolerably large for one.

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

August 22, 2020 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Ten Things of Thankful bloghop, aka the TToT.

(Which is), a weekly practice in:

blogging (which, to be more specific, is the writing of blog posts, the stuff the blogosphere is made of)
gratitude (or to be more concise: the practice of reflecting on and sharing with others, the people, places and/or things in our respective worlds/realities/lives that have elicited/stimulated and/other otherwise made us feel grateful)
writing (see above… there apparently is an important difference between concise and precise)
reading the stories of others engaged in a similar exercise/practice/discipline, this provides an opportunity to take advantage of what is arguably the single most powerful technique available to those with a desire to self-improve themselves
in the interest of sharing, this last is: perspective (and acceptance, a necessary precursor)

Kristi is the Grand Marshal of this here Rodeo. She does yeoman’s work at keeping things on the table (as opposed to everywhere else, like it would be if you were greeted by your spouse just before lunch and informed that they brought some guests home, as six chimpanzees, a Labrador retriever service dog and two German Shepherd puppies burst through the door.)

(Pre-grat list reservation on the above: Nos. 7 and 8 for the visual of the ensuing meal and the mental casting of: a) the spouse and 2) one of the dogs)

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the woods, including the horizontal tree growing next to our cedar arch (see photo at top of post)

4) friends in ‘the sphere’… Kristi Campbell (one of the cool kids who invited me to hang out with them, when I first ventured into the blogosphere through the facebook door). Apparently she is celebrating a birthday (or so, my tertiary rogerian aspect informs me).

5) the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) an aspect of this TToT community that allows for people like us to feel like we can participate.

6) Six Sentence Story. now host to two! (count ’em two!) serials constituting what may be the first nano-serial story. (That would be ‘The Case of the Missing Fig Leaf‘ (an Ian Devereaux story) and ‘The Whitechapel Interlude‘ (Book 1 from ‘the Order of Lilith’)

7) see above intro** (this is about the lunch)

Yes, to whoever said that, ‘Not a chimpanze’…. though, who said this orangutang wasn’t the one dropping them off for lunch?

8) **yeah, this is also a courtesy ‘visual’ for our intro about the guests to the surprise lunch. (And, and! a remarkably appropriate accompaniment to our famous Barber’s song.)

9) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE

10) Secret Rule 1.3

music

(“More Rossini!!”)
Who are we to say no?

“Holy Pink Floyd, Doctinaires! Wait for the singing to start then go back to the GSD gif lol

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

August 20, 2020 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise.

Six Sentence Minimum (and Maximum)

This is another installment of our serial story about dark doings in Victorian East London. It will totally enhance your enjoyment of this Six to go to The Whitechapel Interlude If’n you’re new to the story, that is

Prompt Word:

Station

When her hunt began, in the depths of Whitechapel, darkness was abundant and there was little need to stay close to walls and ledges, the people, growing up in a world of half-light, were blind to her presence; she smiled in appreciation at the half-conscious warding-off gestures that greeted her, superstition tugging at the sleeves of reason.

Westward, she moved, from alley to lane, then streets and sidewalks, her passage increasingly the tour jeté of a predator moving among sparse and intermittent cover.

Keeping close to the buildings that lined Cheapside, its shops and stores causing eddies and pools of humanity to form, as they grazed and thrived on the pedestrian flow; she saw her prey change strategy.

The man her prey was stalking had stopped and, in turn, his follower took up station in front of St. Paul’s cathedral; her inner hunger flared as opportunity became irresistible.

Her lips turning up into what is usually perceived as a smile, by all but the source of her elation, she prepared to leap; despite reflexes drawing on more than a mere five senses, she had only time enough to feel the lightest of touches when the dark of night flared into light.

Brother Abbot, pulling the woman close, lovers newly met for all the surrounding humanity might assume, sat on the granite ledge with its wrought-iron fence that surrounded the church serving as backrest and watched as his acolyte continued their assignment.