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

Lets get all ‘old school’ on this post.

… so, yesterday afternoon we were working on our Instagram presence, (clarkfarley.csr) and needed to look up a reference to the use of the term, ‘junction’, as it applies to road design and highway planning. No sooner did I hit return than, you guessed it!

I fear for the efficacy of my efforts to become an Instagram monsta. (Instagram motto: ‘By the time you get around to paying attention, this (or any other social media app is as current as those round-plastic-insert-things-for-playing-45rpm-on-your-two-speaker-stereo’)

Anyway.

Where were we?

oh yeah Stream-of-Con…

Back in the day, easily half the posts here were written with early-morning-fingers jittering over the keyboard like a 1780s typist in a Bologna, Italy steno pool. The Wakefield Doctrine blog was new, and, more importantly, we were not hampered by self-consciousness. Especially in regards to the level of sophistication, (rhymes with ‘competency’), of the writing on display daily. Everything in our world, from work and recreation to the label on a jar of pickles*, was elbow-jabbing everything else for the opportunity to the subject, if not the seed, of the next Wakefield Doctrine post.

* true story: we were inspired by a slogan on the label of a jar of pickles in the refrigerator. worse? We don’t even like pickles. Don’t believe us?

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the Wakefield Doctrine ‘Always Chilled…Never Heated’

May 3, 2013

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)Finish the Sentence Friday.

(a ‘blog hop’ that is being: sponsored,  promoted, hosted by, enticed-into-by-the-charms-of, held-in-a-metaphorical-gymnasium-on-a-Friday-night, on-the-list-of-charming-old-homes-to-tour, the central feature of the blogosphere and experienced as the high point of the week at the BB&G,  courtesy of the Doctrine’s three favorite Bloggarini : Janine ( Confessions of a Mommyaholic), Kate (Can I have another bottle of Whine…), Stephanie (Mommy, for real) and Dawn (Dawn’s Disaster)

(…be still, my dog(s) of war…just walk away”)

“If I were stuck on an island, I would like to have…”

the following in no particular order or emphasis:

• Ginger and Maryanne
• an internet connection
• the body of a 19 year old (gender optional)
• the mind of my present age
• 1 of my childhood friends
• 3 of my adolescent aged friends
• 1 of my teenage years girlfriends (real or imagined)
• my first car (1964 Chevy Bel Air station wagon in faded-to-orange-blue paint)
• a contract to complete the Wakefield Doctrine book (currently in ‘pre-write’)
• the physique to wear shorts without looking: a) silly, b) old or d) excessively gay (not that there’s anything wrong with being gay)
• an endless supply of BLTs (despite the climate there is always magically un-adulterated mayonnaise)
• a boat (just for sitting in and looking at the Island from the middle of the lagoon, with Maryanne waving and what I would swear looks like Ola in a clearing in the jungle)

Hey!  Somehow I have this little darling up at the beginning of the eponymous Friday morning…. hey!  don’t be afraid to call in tomorrow night (if you find yourself in a place at 8:00 pm EDT where you know where the kids are, and they seem to be happy and quiet or you have no plans and you feel like something that will challenge your beliefs and amuse you in ways that you haven’t been amused since…oh I don’t know… since, before girlfriends and boyfriends, husbands and wives, children and favorite pets became the central organizing feature of your reality.  call and you might find yourself enjoying, or not who can really say for sure?

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