Month: October 2022 | the Wakefield Doctrine

RePrint Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

October 31, 2022 By clarkscottroger

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

…running late.

Quality (in product) is a arguable second to continuity in creativity… easier to work the pump handle when one is tired than it is to rest and then have to prime the damn thing. ya know?

Controversial Post on Sexuality and the Wakefield Doctrine Cancelled!! (‘what I would have given to have been a fly on the window for that meeting, whispers an unidentified roger’)

October 19, 2012

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

The Doctrine is zooming along the road to significance-hood, with an occasional horrifying veer off the road, through some bushes, straight across someone’s lawn (with one of the back-and-forth sprinklers on), barely missing the ‘breezeway’, into the neighbor’s backyard, through their clothes line and back on the road…all the while picking up speed!
Today’s Title refers to a recent project involving the active Readers here at the Doctrine. The Project was nothing less than an attempt to learn more by proposing an idea so outlandish that the only reasonable option was to try to re-phrase the thesis (that the Wakefield Doctrine can account for, in a useful and insightful manner, the way each of the three personality types manifest sexuality), in the hopes that a cogent theory would appear. Totally yeoman’s effort by all of the participants!

The thing of it is, the benefit and value of this exercise was not, as a clark might perceive it, totally in the final outcome, ‘the Answer’. We can appreciate, through the rogerian perspective, that the effort to engage in the process is what conveys the lasting value (of this project). This is, as all Readers will recognize, in keeping with the rogerian worldview, wherein the experience and sharing of a process, forms the basis of a lasting and more permanent tradition, the creation of (a) history, if you will.
And our scottian element (in this project) also demonstrated how the enthusiasm that is one of the defining characteristics of this worldview lent itself quite well to the ‘hell! who cares if this is grounded in fact, it just feels like fun…lets run with it!!!’
Finally, the clarklike members of the team were all, ‘err wait, before I commit to an answer, lets tre-phrase the question, and maybe I need to argue my case a little louder…” But, as those of you familiar with the Wakefield Doctrine will recognize, the creative drive of the clark had to be there to have a new, what do you want to know??! question to start with”.

As FOTD Mel used to say in his previous blog ( Spatula in the Wilderness), ‘onwards and upwards’.
The metaphorical car of the Wakefield Doctrine is safely back on the interstate… the scotts, all tuckered out, are asleep in the back seat, the rogers in the front passenger seat are comfortable re-folding the maps and organizing the glove compartment* and the clarks, feeling like progress has been made, drive on, their characteristic compressed-lips smile replaced with something more…open, confident ..like they were enjoying the feeling of the thought “hey this is not so bad!’

* betcha thats an archaic term

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

October 30, 2022 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution (or, would that more properly be ‘participation’? (or, to risk disaster in service of grammar, ‘evidence of interactions’))… better yet, the Award for this Week’s Best Example of Good Intent over Quality of Execution goes to … the Wajefield Doctrine!!!.

(thank you, thank you very much)

A little backstory?

It was a typical late Winter’s day in 1984, a rainy Monday, it was, and blogger, ‘L’ was preparing the evening meal. The kitchen was filled to can’t-ignore with the aroma of her preparations for a supper of Bubble and Squeak. A favorite of kith and kin, she decided to attempt a Trifle, from a recipe she encountered during her afternoon wandering the Web.

The following is a sampling of the people, places and things we have encountered recently (and other-when) that inspired the thought, ‘Gotta remember this for the TToT this weekend!’

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) serial stories

5) serial realities with Nick and Denise

6) the Six Sentence Story

7) (hypo-grat) the beginning of fall, the end of Daylight-borrowing time

8) something, something

9) (aftermath effect of Grat 5)

10) SR 1.3 [From the Book of Secret Rules aka the Secret Book of Rules] “…[t]he impending completion of a list of Ten Things of Thankful can be cited as, in the case of the extant list, provided, as it the custom it is listed as the item terminatus.” ibid op. cit. y’all

music vid

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- Part 3 [a Café Six]

October 28, 2022 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Denise is the host.

The prompt word:

BRANCH

In the realm of nightclubs and bars, the circadian rhythm that rules Man’s body, if not his mind, eschews the natural sunrise/sunset cycle in favor of ‘dark-enough’/’is-that-the-sun’?

At half-past responsible-adults-are-home-with-their-family, the house lights of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro flicker, the crowd, demonstrating the near-mystical coordination of micro-entrainment, reduces it’s collective susurrus and the tall, thin man, alone in the hallway at the far end of the bar, leans into the intermittent darkness and, harnessing the imbalance, walks out into the crowded room.

His path to the stage is a bit like slow-motion pinball; acknowledging the people at the many round-top tables, his trajectory a series of branches, created, and one might argue, defined, by the social landscape rather than the physical.

To maintain the arcade game metaphor, for surely you are already beset by mental images of chromium orbs, oddly conical stubs that ring with a mid-Twentieth Century carefree tone and, looking down, (with your mind’s eye), you see the paddles and feel the tendons tensing as they disappear into the palm; your world for the moment, a mixture of sound and light and the pre-human glory of The Chase.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” shielding his eyes like a sailor on last watch as the edge of land breaks the hopeless curve of the ocean’s horizon,

“…and Lou,” a new voice joins the chorus of encouragement, a sound you might expect if crocodiles had night clubs and it was Comedy Night.

“Please join me in giving a warm, Café welcome, to some people you’ll believe you’ve always known, ‘Two Guys and a Girlie‘”.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- Part 2 [an Ian Devereaux Six]

October 28, 2022 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Denise is the host.

You noticed the subtitle? ‘Part 2’? That means you still gots time to get off the crazy train. Sure, the first Six was a nice little piece with an interesting premise and a sneaky attempt at haiku. This post? That with the chocks kicked out. Part 2 (and Part 3) are Sixes for the fun of, as Phyllis likes to say, spending time with characters you enjoy.

You’ve been warned. lol

The prompt word:

BRANCH:

“Hold on, lemme handle this,” like an alternate-reality Ward Cleaver, after a weekend meth jag and some especially-exotic demands from his wife June, Lou Ceasare stepped to the front of the stationary conga line that ran from the entrance of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro, down the sidewalk past Sil’s Loans and Musical Instruments and tapered-off in the middle of the block where the Manchester Web Mill used to be; there were no objections, protests or resistance from anyone in the line.

“Look, buddy, I know you’re a temp brought in to work the door, but what you need to understand is that me and my friends,” addressing the man on the far-side of the velvet rope, Lou waved his cigar in the general direction of the two young women standing next to him, “Would like to enter the establishment early, so that we might say hello to the guy you’re replacing, before he goes on stage, capisce?”

Both of Lou’s companions acknowledged his statement: the woman on his right, Christian Louboutin stilettos, black mini-skirt (over a pair of torn Levis) and a leather motorcycle jacket, laughed and stared at the hapless doorman, while the woman on his left, all Dior and Channel, with a delicate tattoo gracing her décolletage like a convicted jaywalker sentenced to life on a technicality, straightened the lavender handkerchief in Lou’s sports-coat breast pocket.

Like a human tidal bore, the people already in the Café began to push back on the line when the crowd suddenly branched, like a seven-year-old Moses forced to take a show after a long day playing in the desert.

A woman, diminutive in height, but 6′ 8″ or 9″ in stature, stepped up the three granite steps; the two women at Lou’s side returned her smile with what, if one were very observant, were the slightest of curtseys.

“Language, Mr. Ceasare, if you please!”

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- Part 1 [Genera]

October 27, 2022 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Denise is the host.

(a three-part Six this week. can’t get ourselfs to put three into one post, so parts 2 and III will follow. no ego there, right? lol)

The prompt word:

BRANCH

“I’m tellin’ you guys, it’s the next exit, the one after where the baseball stadium used to be.”

Hope overflowing,

The most vocal of the people in the car was neither the one behind the wheel, nor the one who rode shotgun; the source of more than a third of the energy and two-thirds of decibels (measured on the Vance-Annoyance Scale at a solid 8.3), was the person in the backseat.

a car speeds down the interstate,

The 1964 Chevy BelAir wagon, blue paint on the hood and roof prematurely rusty, like a well-intentioned man determined to overcome a flawed up-bringing, wove among the other participants in the linear demolition derby that was rush-hour in the capitol city; descending the branching exit ramp, the view went from 60 MPH fishbowls of stressed commuters to a full scale diorama: factory buildings of stone and brick, many long vacant were preserved like dinosaurs in a museum, held together with wire and cable, a single plaque in a sidewalk wall the only reminder of creatures that once ruled the Earth.

fear distills life’s promise.

“Hell, why don’t we hire a roadie or something, this equipment is pretty heavy,” with his back to the loading dock, the third passenger began to pull the equipment cases from the open tailgate, oblivious to the other two; the one who’d driven and the one who rode shotgun, stood and stared at the brick walls that transformed a simple, rude alley into a canyon. The connecting bridge between two buildings showing the passing of Ages in random boarded-up windows, the walls lichen’d with graffiti, vain memorials to love and hope; “Hey guys, we’re due to go on at 2:30, how about you give a brother a hand here?”