Month: May 2023 | the Wakefield Doctrine

Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [A Six from outer space]

May 31, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

This is our contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, defined by one simple rule. Fun. Challenging.

Prompt word:

YELLOWBELLY

The last day of school for the 11th Graders at William Golding High traditionally included activities and games all sanctioned by the School Committee, in lieu of classes: the Art Department would offer a variety of cinema fare, the Athletic Dept. informal games of based (loosely) on the traditional sports; all educational disciplines participated, with the lone exception of the English Department which never appeared on the schedule, which did nothing combat their reputation for being, ‘nerds in search of lonely contemplation‘.

Seth decided that, given he had had letters in all sports, to find something different this final day of his Junior year, and ignoring the urging of his friends in the locker room to join them, wandered among the single-level buildings that made up the campus; stepping through the doors of the last building, the one housing the English Department, he stared down the corridor where the walls consisted of thin metal rectangles of hastily cleaned-out lockers divided.

Towards the far end of the hallway, the sole secured door was marked: Supply Room which caused the boy to wonder what consumables were necessary to the study of the English language and literature in such supply as to require a dedicated stockroom; while curious, he was an All-State athlete, in no small part due to his natural propensity to ‘do’ rather than to ‘reflect’ and continued towards the exit when he heard a sound, unintelligible at first.

Approaching the supply room door, the sound began to resolve itself into male and female words and laughter; “that’s not a word!” … “This is your last chance” (followed by an unexplainable outburst of laughter) and, “This is the last round… hey, Tommy, keep your shirts on,” again more inexplicable laughter.

A girl’s voice, somewhat tentative however becoming increasingly confident, cut through all the others, ‘You think you’re so smart with ‘etymology’… well, get a load of this… I’ll just use that ‘Y’ and, for the win and the rest of your team’s clothing, spell YELLOWBELLY… followed by the laughter of girls and the groaning of boys.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” an adult voice overrode the din, “We must declare the girls are this year’s winners of the William Golding High Strip Scrabble game…”

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RePrint Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

May 29, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

Holiday RePrint Post!

(if a picture ‘is worth a thousand words’ then a song ‘is like a story read by the author’)

Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘so lets start again, but this time with the basics established’

June 1, 2015

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

(no, I have no idea what this photo has to with, adds to or otherwise enhances your enjoyment of this here Post here… ask zoe, she knows of such things*) *but don’t expect an easy answer!

self-consciousness:: “…uncomfortably conscious of oneself as an object of the observation of others” (www.merriam-webster.com)

clarks worry about what other people might think (of them)

rogers are concerned with how they appear (to the people around them)

scotts only care that they are noticed (by people…good bad…. not important)

Most clarks will describe themselves as being self-consciousness. In fact, as a rule, clarks will take the more committed position of assigning the description of ‘introvert’ to themselves, and, depending on the clark, there will be no small amount of pride in their assertion. Most people think of clarks as ‘the shy ones’. If, however, we accept the further definition of ‘self-consciousness’ as “A person with a chronic tendency toward self-consciousness may be shy or introverted. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-consciousness), we are not immediately dissuaded of this proposition. However, as we all know, a clark with a significant secondary scottian aspect will not suffer being ignored. (‘…a clark will avoid being the center of attention but will not tolerate being ignored.’)

But the lesson of today’s post is in the realm of ‘the everything Rule’ which states: any experience encountered by (any) one of the three personality types, can be experienced by ‘the other two’ and be exactly the same, …except different.
Self-consciousness is no exception. A roger is not concerned with what others think, (which implies the right to act in the manner being considered), because they are of the Herd. Any action, for a roger is, by definition, allowed. It’s all about ‘how well are they doing it, in the eyes of their peers’. That’s how self-consciousness manifests in the rogerian worldview.

scotts? nah… you all know about how they relate themselves to the world around them! (Hint: a scott alone in a room, isn’t).

Hey!! New Reader Alert and Helpful Hint:

Read about how the world looks to the three personality types. try looking around, using each…one will be ‘no way!’ discard that (worldview). Now try the other two… in different situations, one will seem to be ‘clearer’ more ‘comfortable’ that’s your predominant worldview! Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine!

…oh yeah, learning this thing? ‘you can’t get it wrong and you can’t break it!’

…ask anyone!

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

May 28, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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This is the Doctrine’s weakly contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. A grat-blog by design, it has been on the air for something like ten years. Which, as anyone online can tell you, is, like, eighty-seven years in the ‘real’ world. (Our fourth Grat this week is for Kristi reminding us of this ~~mill~~ milestone.)

So what say we proceed with the list and we’ll be sure to sneak in references to the festivities and such as the countdown …. counts… down?

1) Una

2) Phyllis

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) longevity Check in with Kristi, being protector of the history, has mentioned June as being the 10th anniversary of this here bloghop here. Stay tuned

5) Six Sentence Story bloghop

6) cottage (see Grat 4)

7) Out, driving in my automobile yesterday. The time? 7:53…. P. M. sun just setting. yes!

8) something, something

9) the photo at the top of this post: a fishing boat heading out of the West Gap from Galilee (google: Point Judith Harbor of Refuge) Photo taken from East Matunuck State beach.

10) Secret Rule 1.3

music vids

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Secret Scene Saturday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

May 27, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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Just got a note from jenne, asking if’n I was going to participate in the Unicorn Challenge this week.

I was happy to receive the reminder, as I had just completed an experimental post over at the Six Sentence Story ‘hop. Man, talk about yer 21st C, First World problem!

I do appreciate the reach-out. The novelty of this level of connectedness in the virtual world is still noteworthy. (ceayr would’ve phrased it …differently lol)

But here we are, photo as invitation and two hundred and fity words (or less) of a story.

“We could say we got lost, they’ll believe that, they’re always saying how I’m off in a dreamland anyway.”

The young man was unaware of the change in his voice, both words-per-random-thought and upwards-skewing to the personal pronouns.

The idea of the walk into the hills had been purely random, (serendipitous, his inner voice, still somewhat dazed insisted; ‘It was meant to be, therefore serendipitous!’).

The topmost button stuck it’s pearly-white head through the boutonniere of her blouse and the girl smiled, “Yeah, this was way more fun.”

The boy stared over the tops of the flowering shrubs, across the small inlet and tried to sort out his reality. In the final hours of the final day of the graduation field trip, as he orbited the clumps of friends waiting to board the bus, the prettiest girl in class walked past him, paused and turned, “I saw some flowers yesterday that I need to gather, come with me, it’ll be fun!”

He knew her name, but measured in the social calculus of attractive/weird^{‘When-pigs-fly’}; it was the only complete sentence she’d directed at him in four years of school.

A new voice, well, an old voice, insinuated itself into his half-dialogue with the girl smiling at him, “Say something not stupid”.

Already on her phone, pushing through the now-thorny bushes, in a voice that would haunt his nights, she laughed, “Tell the driver to wait! No, nothing special. Just a random impulse, I’ll tell you later.”

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Rue DeNite / Ian Devereaux Six]

May 26, 2023 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.

Hosted by Denise the rule: Six Sentences max, some form of the prompt word min.

Its no secret we view this bloghop as part-fun/part-experiment/fulltime skill enhancement.

When last we saw Rue DeNite she (and her bodyguard, Rocco) were riding the elevator up to the world headquarters of the Bernebau Company to meet with it’s sole proprietor owner, Cyrus St. Loreto. The Bernebau Company has proposed a joint venture with the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club & Lounge (and it’s various subsidiaries). Lou Ceasare being Lou Ceasare, has sent one of his strippers, the eponymous Rue DeNite, down to Miami to scope out the Bernebau operation. Disguised in ten thousand dollars of business fashion, Rue is hoping to make a down payment on a favor from Lou. Meanwhile, Cyrus St. Loreto has dispatched his fixer and problem eliminator, Constantin Szarbo to Lou’s establishment.

So, the double subtitle on today’s Six? We thought it would be fun to do a parallel Six. Let us know if you have questions. Be forewarned: the characters down in Miami are from a WIP (‘Home and Heart’ a Sister Margaret Ryan Story). Hopefully, (in the write-and-learn aspect of this effort), they will be self-explanatory enough to have the Six(s) stand on their own.

Prompt Word:

CAROUSEL

“Mr. St. Loreto will be with you in a moment,” Genevieve Novak smiled at Rue as she held open the conference room door, “If there’s anything I can get you,” she continued, leaning in as Rocco stepped past her, “it will be my pleasure”.

The room seemed without dimension: to the right and left, the walls faded into darkness, the entry door, when closed, was featureless as the wall separating the conference room from the reception area, “Like a trapdoor spider,” Rue thought as she walked towards the conference table on the opposite side of the room, beyond that, the fourth wall offered a view of Miami and the ocean.

Through some magic of engineering, the transparency of the glass was keyed to the direction one was looking,

“Good morning,” turning towards the voice, Rue watched the transparency move along the glass of the wall as smoothy as a passing cloud; bringing with it the natural light of the morning, it stopped short, however, of the source of welcome.

The voice would be a perfect audio sample in a dictionary under the entry: ‘sophistication’, with appropriate alternate definitions: a) dry wit, urbane humor, b) charming, predatory; Cyrus St. Loreto moved with such grace that he was arms length behind both Rocco and Rue before they were aware of him, that a door opened and closed soundlessly was hardly unexpected, crossing the thirty feet to the conference table not difficult, given the quality of carpeting, however, getting that close to them, one a trained bodyguard, was.

The owner of the Bernebau Company stepped to a sideboard in the shadows on the right hand wall, picked up a silver platter containing a coffee urn, three bone china cups, and, resting on an ebony carousel, a sugar bowl, creamer and carried it to the conference table; the section of the glass wall between the man and the sun remained slightly opaque, even as he moved about the room, he was never in direct sunlight.

“My opinion of your boss’s business acumen, not to mention style, is shooting up the charts with a bullet,” he laughed, causing a shiver to slide down the back of Rue’s dress and the muscles in Rocco’s shoulders to twitch, “I’ll have Genevieve give you access to our accounting system so you can pretend to examine our books and, after my man returns from Providence, we can begin what I plan to be a very profitable relationship.”

The Thursday night crowd was the usual mix of college kids and lotus eaters; Lou was sitting in the last booth on the Lounge side when silence rippled it’s way from the front door towards where he sat; two power-drinkers swore-off hard liquor and the dancer currently on the stage stumbled between: ‘Now c’mon, take a bottle, shake it up‘ and ‘Break the bubble, break it up‘; the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge looked over the top of his reading glasses as a dark man in an expensive suit approached.

“Mr. St. Loreto sent me to look over your operation, that he might better assess the value of the cooperative business venture recently proposed,” Lou raised his right hand, index finger extended and the swinging doors behind him reversed their forward motion; the man smiled slightly and continued, “May I join you?”

“Yeah, that’d be great, I’d offer you a drink but you won’t be here all that long,” Lou unwrapped a fresh cigarillo and, after sliding the small spiral notepad and gold Cross pen to the side, leaned forward, his eyelids lowered slightly; business associates of long-standing would, at this point, find themselves trying to remember if their life insurance policies were up to date.

Holding a scratched Dunhill out, tailored shirt cuff drawing back over a Patek Phillippe that looked quite at home, “I am Constantin Szarbo, but that information is, of course, of little value to you”.

“I understand your business model and need only to meet those in,” a slight pull at the corner of the man’s eyes was probably a smile, “middle management; Mr. St. Loreto likes to sample a business partner’s corporate culture before,” twisting around on his side of the booth, the man looked at the dancer, who, closing her set, was throwing single-serving packets of Domino sugar out to the enthusiastic audience, “However a sampling might be in order.”

“Hey, I appreciate your coming all this way to tour my operation,” Lou Ceasare grinned like the lead horse on a carnival carousel, bringing to mind the punchline of an old joke about newlyweds, ‘That’s once…’, continued,

“Tell your boss that business is business and much as you seem to have a soft spot for my dancer, this ain’t no pastry carousel that I got here; trot back to your master and tell him that if he wants to make some money in my territory, we can talk, but I got no need for a partner, capiche?”