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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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Well, we seem to be in a pervasive mood of nostraligia*

Always seems to happen when we find ourselves on the edge of non-Winter**.

This is the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Fashioned from necessity and inner strength, this ‘hop is the work of our Founderess Lizzi from sometime in 1983. (I believe it was Spring. The Thames was ice-free, if I recall, and babies in their racing prams plied the syrupy river in training for the annual regatta.)

Enough reminiscing, as this week’s TToT is a reprint from…. eight years ago***

Dyanne is our host. She was one of the original co-hostinae, which, again in blogging years puts her somewhere between Granny Clampett and Moms Mabley. However true, in the ‘real’ world, she has been compared to Ginger and Ginger.****

So, what we (see photo ⇑ ) are grateful for this week includes (but is not limited to) Phyllis, Una, the Wakefield Doctrine, the Six Sentence Story, the 20 Minute Real Estate Briefing, the Whitechapel Interlude and the Case of the Missing Fig Leaf and… the following reprint:

 

 

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I am ‘happy’ to have another Post to contribute to the Ten Things of Thankful  bloghop. Created by Considerer with the aid, support, encouragement and participation of Christine and them, this is not your typical bloghop. While there is nothing wrong with the ‘typical’ bloghops (I participate in the Twisted MixTape Tuesday run by Jen (My Skewed View) and Kristi (Finding Ninee)  and Finish The Sentence Friday  Janine ( ‘mommyholic) and Kate (‘bottle of Whine) and Stephanie (‘for Real) and Kristi.

What makes our TToT different is that it is a true ‘weekend blog hop’. By that I simply mean that it starts this morning and ends tomorrow night. If you want to participate you can do so at any time this weekend…and (here’s the difference) people come and read and Comment throughout the weekend, so if you have trouble today (I am a great example, I have to work today, so I’ll get this Post in and read who ever is around…later in the middle of the day, I’ll pop in and see whats going on…then the end of the day and so on). And… Comments? thats a little different here too!  Jump in anywhere we totally believe in cross commenting. So… I think I have put this off as long as I can… my List of Ten Things:

(…yeah, I know!)

(too late to quit now!)

(…lets wrap this up!)

Ok… I had fun doing this…. (did someone just imply that they were….?)

Number 10 I am grateful that I am able to submit the above as my TToT of this Week.

We’re here all weekend (‘try the veal’) Be sure to tip your Waitress… and Comment (‘dammit! Jim  I’m a Wakefield Doctrine writer, not a videographer!)

 

and….and!!
10) Secret Rule 1.3 (from the Book of Secret Rules aka the Secret Book of Rules) which states, in part, “…[s]ure, go ahead and reprint an old post and all but you’d better have 10 (more or less) Grat Items or we’ll have Lizzi come out of retirement and get things all, orderly, like… ipso facto, you been told” ibid 2009

 

 

* Latin for ‘our noses seem to constantly run’

** the weeks between, ‘This will never end, the sun is dying’ and ‘Its warm enough to be cold without a heavy coat on’, in other words, the end of February, the beginning of March

*** which, in blogging years is about eighty-nine years

**** one from Gilligan’s Island and the other from ‘Casino’ Hey! Lets go and do a Poll!! What harm can come of that, seeing how it’s only the regulars what come around here on weekends!

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Denise is the host.

Six Sentence limit (minimum/maximum) for stories written using the week’s prompt word.

This is an Ian Devereaux week, so what follows is the latest installment in ‘the Case of the Missing Fig Leaf

The prompt word:

RODEO

“I want to know, no, I need to know who was responsible for my husband’s death,” Leanne’s voice was as digitally-perfect and balanced as we’ve come to expect from the internet, however, technology stood as much chance as a child’s paper boat in a Cat 5 hurricane preventing her emotional power from pulling me closer to the screen.

“You’re the client, what would you have me do,” I sat six hours in Leanne’s future and looked for a sign in her face that would justify what I knew she would ask next; to my credit I felt a brief twinge of guilt at presuming I could know what was best for her; the problem was that I’d forwarded her the email from my liaison with the German authorities:

‘Vehicle that tried to run us off the road was registered to Eibignen Enterprises but reported stolen the day before the incident,’  I could picture Anton’s mustache puff outwards at the unspoken disbelief; ‘I’ve been reassigned, all enquires are now cycled through the Auswärtiges Amt (German for Diplomacy and black ops); good luck and be careful.‘ A. Rilke

“You said there was a woman who would be able to help, to do things that no one else could, I want you to call her…now,” Leanne spoke with the fear-hardened determination of a cancer patient giving consent to treatment, the measure of cost versus benefit left to a future that was leaching all humanity from her voice.

Without a word, I clicked on a link that I’d kept available; to my own credit I didn’t flinch when, with not nearly enough delay, half of my laptop display opened on a blond woman sitting in an office, Lake Michegan glinting coldly in the background.

“Finally, Ian brings me a woman who is has some sense;” Anya Claireaux smiled at me, slightly off center on her own screen; without a pause, she continued, “Don’t get me wrong, Leanne, I’m an Equal Opportunity exploiter,” smiling like a rodeo clown, in front of a raging bull with a soon-to-be-in-intensive-care-rider flopping like a sock on a car antenna, knowing the barricade was one step behind her, she waited.

 

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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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Tuesday.

Surely this is the most inviting(-sounding) Day of the Week.

Not the lump of Silly Putty to the forehead that Monday is.

Wednesday tries, but in attempting to appeal to too wide an audience, fails like a soufflé baked on a roller coaster, (“Here it comes…look at it rise!!!! What!?! oh no!!)

(Thursday … surely, Thursday is the fort built in the back corner of your parent’s clothes closet when you were six; the spirit of Thursday never dies, be it in school, (the school week is over tomorrow, why not drink and party all night?) or work life.

Friday and Saturday? Way beyond the scope of this post.

One might even say, Tuesdays are the most clarklike days of the week. Full of promise, yet containing enough in the way of work, duties and responsibilities to avoid any appearance of being besotted by hope or recklessly caught up in the sense of common effort in our day-to-day world, like the teenager convinced (and pressured and seduced into) stealing the parent’s car or going out will lesser-known friends into a part of the night in which risk becomes an intoxicant and running along the edge of the cliff seems like the only thing to do, recently converted to the dream of living for the moment.

(The critical element of this dream, attractive to adolescents of all ages, is that the dream is not a path along which we run, if we dare, leading us to a place we hope to be ourselves. ‘Ourselves’ is a relationship not a place, or even a state of mind. The product of any effort to improve ourselves begins with appreciating how we relate ourselves to the world around us. Before, even, we examine how we relate (and otherwise interact) with the world around us.)

Whoa! HEav vee!

 

Hey, you know how, after you’ve eaten all the bananas from the milk lake of Rice Krispies and there’s nothing left but a bunch of milk-logged, formerly crisp-and-airy-rice-things? And, being a near adult, you can’t just dump the mess down the sink, so you dutifully spoon the globs of cereal into your mouth, (resisting the unfortunate visual of white blood cells bumper-car racing through blood vessels to hurl themselves at the infection site), when your spoon hits something on the bottom of the bowl. One last slice of sugar encrusted banana.

Makes it all worthwhile, am I right?

(Just in case it doesn’t, here’s a reprint post)

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So why is it that, of the three personality types, clarks look upon Tuesday as, perhaps, the best of all days of the week? Simple. The weekend-workweek transition day (Monday) has been survived, the focus on achieved (or not) progress day (Wednesday) has not yet occurred and the deceptively desirable end-of-workweek day (Friday) is still a distant dream.

Tuesday is all about optimism and promise. And clarks, well, clarks are nothing if not the embodiment of promise.* No, in our brief discussion this morning, ‘promise’ is decidedly a noun. And the context is social context-free! It is not about breaking a promise, making a promise, promising to better. It (the promise of a clark) is the potential… for (totally fill in the blank).

If anything, the promise inherent in the worldview of a clark is the event horizon of their existence. whoah! (whoah, indeed!) Damn, as often happens, I’ve stumbled into a topic that, like a quiet talk and a cup of coffee at the kitchen counter, the coming day still held back by the castellation in bleached oak of the cabinets bracketing the sink, the outside wall falls into the yard and the world yaws open, ever hungry for human time.

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Cliff Notes version of my tantalizing allusion: “…the promise inherent in the worldview of a clark is the event horizon of their existence.” clarks are always searching for something. Being of a rational bent (clarks think, scotts act and rogers feel), the sought-after thing manifests as knowledge/information. clarks are the insatiably curious of the three. The ‘something’ clarks seek is the thing that everyone around them appear to know already and, by tragic miscalculation, clarks assume is the knowledge that makes them, (scotts and rogers) real people. They must have been absent that day, when growing up and being taught about life, ya know. In any event, that is the singularity, the conviction that if they acquire more information, they might discover the secret and become a part of.** Like the nearly-all powerful black hole, we cannot see it directly and so are left with the edge of endless appetite, like golem with a question mark impressed upon our foreheads.

 

 

*  the natural tendency here is to interpret the word ‘promise’ as a verb, which totally changes the spin. That kind of promise is strictly of the domain of the real people, the scotts and the rogers. (“Hey, a promise is a promise, so get some clothes on an we’ll catch some breakfast”  “Yeah, but you promised. I heard you promise. Everyone heard you promise. How can you do such a thing?“)

 

** super-brief Doctrine for New Readers: unlike most of the other personality theories and schema, the Doctrine does not rely on quizzes and surveys, questions about favorite colours or food, likes and dislikes, in order to establish which category a person falls into. This is because, from our viewpoint, our personality ‘types’ are simply the characteristically distinct style of dealing with life, given the world we are experiencing. Ex: I grew up in the reality of the ‘the Outsider’ and I learned and developed the style of interacting that would best advantage me in that context. My tendency to mumble, have poor posture, make creatively eccentric fashion choices, be funny (provided you’re close enough to hear me) and exhibit a sporadic yet wildly original creativity is because that is what is successful when contending with the world as I experience it. For scotts and for rogers, the same applies. Start out as a little baby one in the world of the Predator and I betcha you develop a predilection for quick reflexes, act-before-being-acted-up real fast. It’s about what strategies are appropriate to the character of the world you grow up in, you know, what kind of likes and dislikes, favorite colours or food that increase the odds that you survive and thrive today.

 

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

You’re cordially invited to join the Wakefield Doctrine’s weakly practice of the development and cultivation of the state of gratitude (lat. esse sui gratacious “I think, so I might very well feel.“)

Established under a King’s Grant (with subsidiary support provided by a grant from the New Worcestershire-on-Rye Chamber of Commerce and contributions from the patrons of ‘the Pig ‘n Bicycle Pub’) in January 2011 (the Winter of Discomforte) Lizzi built well, see as we can say:

Thanks to Dyanne the (fifteenth in the line of Hostinae Immaculati), for providing the links and the velvet hand (in the iron glove) that makes this all possible, if not probable.

We, our ownselfs, we’d like to crank up the Wayback Machine and take a trip back in time.

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) serial stories: Ian Devereaux’s ‘the Case of the Missing Fig Leaf‘ and, from Tales from the Order of Lilith, ‘the Whitechapel Interlude

5) 20 Minute Real Estate Briefing Hey! Still time to sign up and follow, before we get the audio working*

6) Six Sentence Story Sure, anyone can write War and Peace when there’s no limit on page count, but lets see what Leo can do with Six Sentences (hell, we’ll even throw in a box of semicolons)

7) this is coming to you early Saturday, will return with surely the bestest of all Grat Items.

8) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3 ’cause what kinda bloghop would this be, if’n we didn’t have a Book of Secret Rules (aka Secret Book of Rules)?

 

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Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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This is one of those posts.

There was a time, a more fertile time, when posts would spring into life at the slightest provocation. (I’ll spare you the attempt at literary, mythological allusions that would start with Athena and continue down through the ages. I will use one image at the top and, how to say, we’ll move on with the post.)

The song is the thing.

Whole series of Wakefield Doctrine posts have come into existence because of a few notes of a song rooted in our past.

clarks are funny about the past.

Not, ‘ha ha’ funny. More “Please continue, but do you mind if some of my colleagues join us? There is much to what you have written that is a matter of concern.

While Ken Burns is one of the patron saints of the world of the Herd Members, it is too easy to think, “I get it, rogers are the historians of the three predominant worldviews.”

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Fortunately, the Everything Rule asserts its non-judgmental presence to remind us that ‘Everyone does everything, at one time or another‘. Meaning, of course, that nothing in life, reality or our thoughts is of exclusive domain of one and not ‘the other two’ personality types here at the Wakefield Doctrine.

The classic example is found in occupations. scotts are, by virtue of their relationship to the world around them, in possession of qualities that sync very well with the requirements of being an effective police officer. They, (scotts), love to chase things that are fleeing, enjoy rapid motion, (car, running, jumping from one horse to another) and loud noises. They, (scotts), love the chase. As a bonus, being able to catch and release the prey/felon/random driver on the interstate, means their days will always be fulfilling.

While knowledge of the past is an activity manifested in clarks, scotts and rogers, the ‘reason’ and ‘nature’ of acquiring this knowledge varies among the three. And, not surprisingly, this variation reflects the world as experienced by the: Outsider(clarks), the Predator(scotts) and the Herd Member(rogers)

… but I go on and on. Permit me to play you a song that, if you’re of sufficient tenure on the planet may be familiar. That said, the echoes, (intellectual and emotional), will be as different as you from me. Yet, without the slightest diminution of the sudden inner silence that cues as does the music, when the past moves up on your right, an usher with a red-coned flashlight, invites you to take a seat in a theatre full of once-familiar faces.

 

 

 

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