Month: June 2023 | the Wakefield Doctrine

Mon-Re-Day-Print -the Wakefield Doctrine-

June 12, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

While the TToT just celebrated their 10th anniversary and the Six Sentence Story didn’t (in all fairness, not certain the current length of tenure. Zoe commented on the weekend at the TToT, she might know. If she doesn’t I see Wendy on the FB, and we’re pretty certain she proceeded Z. Should ask.)

So, on the week’s schedule, we’re pretty busy.

But, this blog is about the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers. And, if there’s anything that’s demonstrably true about it, it’s that there is always something to write about the Wakefield Doctrine.

Be that as it may, it’s Monday and we promised (in the title) a reprint post.

(Man! What is it you can’t admire, when it comes to this internet. I just searched ‘writing’ among all Doctrine posts. The last page ‘…of one thousand’ yielded the following. Just what the Reader, (may or may not have), ordered!

Works for us!

time for another Post already?! oh man, no f*ckin way can I keep this up

October 6, 2009

OK. I have it together now. No need to get excited. Just sit here, clear the mind, the content is in there. Just relax.My compliments to any of you out there who have maintained an active blog for more than 3 months. Jesus, this coming up with Posts all the time is not as easy as it looks. And this from the perspective of ‘as long as there is a new Post once a week’ blogholder. But no one is holding a gun to my head… (‘hey theres an idea for a Post!)

SOMEONE IS HOLDING A GUN TO MY….

Sorry, forget it. Sure one of the 103,000,000 blog authors in the world today has already done the definitive, ‘Someone is holding a gun to my head’ treatment. Maybe there are some studies that I can cut and paste and fill up some of this white space and then I can call it a day and get back to my real life!

Alright, seriously now. I do mean my compliment to those of you who have the ability and talent (acquired or learned) to write something new and different and sometimes even interesting, Post after Post after Post/blog after blog after blog. Not bad. But since I am not ready to give up on this little blog of mine, I had better t t try to get it together and come up with a Post that will keep the crowdlette coming back for more.

Being that this is the Wakefield Doctrine (aka the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers) I would do well to keep to the subject that I know best. (See? Right there! I don’t know much about grammar and good writing and all, but that last sentence had at least two tenses, and easily three pulperfects in it. Man, this is worse than the first time I recorded myself playing guitar along with Jimi Hendrix. Suffice it to say, if you were there you would not have had too much trouble telling us apart.)

This writing and grammar thing is really starting to annoy me. It is bad enough that I regret now that I did not take a typing class when I was in high school. (At my current age, in my high school years Typing Class was for people taking a Business curriculum, which meant you were going to be a secretary which meant you were a girl. That simple, end of cultural subtext). But with this damn blogging thing, I am being forced to confront the fact that I do not have mad writing skills. I should have paid attention in my English classes. (Look, it was the 60s when I was in high school, how cool is that?) But the inescapable fact remains that the skill set I would value the most this October morning is not how to play the opening riff of ‘Sunshine of Your Love’. Its funny about how people, at least in the current (american) culture, we seem to have an expectation to be able to do certain things well, just because we think we can do them at all. By this I mean singing and writing. Most of us know that we can sing our favorite song in the car, on the way to work, therefore I think we all equate that with being a singer. Writing, the same. I can, with the help of spellcheck and a lot of proof reading, write a report at work, so how hard can it be to be a writer?

(I have resisted the impulse to hit Preview to see if I’m down far enough on this page to call it a day.) But anyway, you are here because you want to know all about the Wakefield Doctrine. Right?

The Wakefield Doctrine will cause you to see the world in a slightly different manner. Nothing earth-shaking, no flashes of light; ‘oh my god I understand now’ will not be on your lips. What will happen if you read most of this blog and the associated pages will be that you might find yourself saying, ‘that person is such a roger‘, or you might find yourself thinking, ‘here comes so-an-so what a scott he is’ or you could think, ‘shit, I’ll bet I’m one of those clarks the Doctrine is talking about.’

If this happens to you, I have succeeded. If it does not then I have failed. If you have a question about the Doctrine, leave a Comment or email or whatever the hell people do around here. I will get back to you as soon as I finish my Adult Education class, “You too Can Write Like The Prose’, that I am taking at my little local high school.

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

June 10, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s weekly contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful bloghop on this occasion of the Tenth Anniversary of the grat ‘hop that Lizzi created.

Very good thing. Very good writers. Very good benefits results from the practice, (manifested in these weekly posts) of appreciating the perspective of gratitude.

Like any good sitcom, come ratings week (or Summer doldrums) who doesn’t like a flashback?

1) First TToT:

June 2013

2) Thanks to our co-hostinae down through the years for keeping the quality in the Very Good/Mature Expression of perspective. (It’s not like the Titanic sank only because it hit an iceberg. Rumor has it the man-at-the-wheel had developed a bit of a pinball jones before the maiden voyage.)

3) Una, Bella and Ola

4) To bring in something personal to anniversary. I enjoyed the earliest days for two reasons: 1) how Lizzi actually started this here ‘hop here and b) the story of when I got to know Christine.

We met Lizzi in the comment streams and FB hangouts we frequented soon after starting the Doctrine blog. I immediately sensed her predominant worldview and naturally began to converse (in comment threads) like I knew her for years. Not long afterwards I got a comment from a Christine (from the Midwest, no less) and I smiled at the first sentence. “I saw your comment. What is your blog about. Lizzie is a friend of mine. It seems like your blog is about personality types. Did I mention I am a friend of Lizzi?‘ My smiled broadened as the perspective of the Wakefield Doctrine on the world around me and the people who make it up was, once again validated. (As you can see in the links of the reprints here, Christine was one of the original co-hostinae.)

I have the memory that, upon advice of a trusted friend, Lizzi started writing posts listing 50 things to feel grateful for. Yes, no! That’s not a typo. Fity items in a single list. And she did for quite some time. All before she became ‘the blog’ to be seen at among the virtual crowd I was tolerated by. Those were days when there were less comments per post than the eventual number of cohosts. That is Will. And one of the reasons, imo, there is still a TToT

September 2014

6) Phyllis and cottage

7) (The last reprint. We promise. Went looking for this one ’cause it’s almost entirely a vid post

July 2016

8) A thank you to Dyanne for keeping the lights on and a special thanks to Kristi for remindereing us of the one of the special qualities this ‘hop has through all these years.

9) Total grats to all the hostinae (and Mimi) down through the decade. ~~Couldn’t~~ wouldn’t have done it without you. [And Lisa, ’cause being on WP, her link is the simplest path to join in the ‘hop.]

10) Secret Rule 1.3 “the approaching conclusion of the list, is a very valid Grat and is surely meant to be Number Ten

music vids

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One-K Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine- [Zwei]

June 10, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

Previously (at) the One-K theatre, we left Detective-Captain Anton Rilke and Inspector-Jefe Carlos Delgado watch as blood-stained pieces of a puzzle came together, the image forming very different than the one they’d pictured, [Click Here]

Hey! You’re still here, write? You thinkin’: what’s this Doctrine guy going on about… a story that has already started, a bloghop challenge… using photos?!!

Yep. Welcome to the Unicorn Challenge. Each week, jenne and ceayr offer a photo and issue a dare. Using the photo as a prompt/starting point/TAT image write a story. The challenge? Do it in 250 words or less.

“Wait, what is that?”

Anton Rilke, an almost-noticeable slant favoring his left leg stared down at the expanse of granite tiles. Worn smooth by millions of feet crossing it to enter the cathedral, the plaza was currently littered with red-plastic markers, each numbered with iridescent-white numerals. The slightest elevation of his left eyebrow was the only outward sign of reaction. Whether it was the fact that the marker was number 87 or his increasing respect for the local constabulary’s attention to detail, remained private.

Inspector Delgado, hooking the yell0w-crime-scene tape up with his right arm, stepped closer to his Interpol liaison, looked down and hesitated. A shadow of doubt hid in slightly-furrowed brows, cleared as he said, “I believe it’s a severed hand. By size and proportion, that of a man.” Looking over the field of markers and tape that almost blocked the plaza before it narrowed and crenelated upwards into a staircase, continued “The rest of him is, collectively, covering the area in front of us.”

“Nein, Señor Delgado, I’m referring to that red mark next to the hand,” the German detective crouched with a grace very much in contrast to his physical size and pointed towards a mark,

“Mein Gott im Himmel.”

Not requiring translation, the Spanish police officer, deciding to alter the balance of his relationship with Interpol, “The blood it is written in is not from the not-mourned, currently disassembled Señor Alphonso. But you knew that already, did you not?”

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [Stop the Presses!*]

June 8, 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, guided by the simplest of rules: use the prompt word and tell a story in exactly six sentenae.

So, when we last saw Rue DeNite, she was in the company of one Cyrus St. Loreto, owner of the Bernebau Company and all-around man of mystery. If you Click Here you can refresh your memories.

*Wait!! Alert Readers Denise and Nick were kind (and, by DM, diplomatic) enough to point out that the first Six of this week had a prompt word that was different from what was on everyone else’s Six!!

(Let’s agree to chalk it up to lucid dreaming, unintentional time travel or… the late ’60s lol)

Below is the version appropriate to your dimension.

Prompt word:

BOX

“Should I ready ‘the Box?'”

Standing at the window-wall of the conference room, Cyrus St. Loreto smiled as he remembered what it was he liked about Genevieve Novak. Turning towards his assistant, the transparency circuit circuit in the glass-wall overlooking Miami, glitched, his face momentarily half-in-shade, half-in-illumination, causing the most fundamental of facial expressions to misalign.

Her sudden intake of breath, (followed by a slow, bordering-on-languorous exhalation), confirmed that Miz Novak was reminiscing as well.

The owner of the Bernebau Company walked past his admin, who, despite focusing on her ever-present, (and willfully anachronistic), steno pad, swayed ever-so-slightly as he moved.

“Not quite yet, I want to hear Constantin’s assessment of the profitability of any partnership with our new friend’s to the north; after all, why buy the cow when you can steal it.”

His laughter filled the room and Miz Novak smiled ignoring the misspelling of half the words in her notes.

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

June 7, 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, guided by the simplest of rules: use the prompt word and tell a story in exactly six sentenae.

So, when we last saw Rue DeNite, she was in the company of one Cyrus St. Loreto, owner of the Bernebau Company and all-around man of mystery. If you Click Here you can refresh your memories.

Prompt word:

BLOCK

“Ok, you can laugh, but this Cyrus guy totally gives me the willies,” Rue sat opposite Rocco at a table overlooking Biscayne Bay and beyond, the Atlantic Ocean; the ‘Crazy About You’ restaurant was less than two blocks from the Espirito Santo building. Resisting her host’s invitation to join him for lunch had taken a toll on her nerves, as charming as Cyrus St. Loreto had been through their initial meeting, there was an underlying quality to the man, almost completely hidden, that made her think of a moray eel staring out from the shadows of coral reef at the passing schools of prey. Rue accepted that a return visit to ‘look at the books’ was unavoidable, the prospect of maintaining her CPA charade brought back the hollow feeling of inadequacy of her first night dancing at ‘the Bottom of the Sea’.

“You’re doing great,” Rocco, diving into his role as bodyguard, met Rue at the restaurant in full ‘Tony Montana’, complete with gold chains, white suit and black silk shirt, his grin triggered the desired reaction in the girl Lou had charged him with protecting, sitting with a sensual grace that few Certified Public Accountants could pull off, she smiled, “But what about Frank?”

“Just stay with the icy-intellectual vibe and you’ll be fine,” Rue ignored her menu and let the tension leach out of her as she listened to the professional tone of her companion, which in his line-of-work always sounded like rock-solid confidence.

“I’m the one we should be worried about, I think that admin, Genevieve Novacaine or whatever, is trying to get into my pants,” Rocco watched Rue from the corner of his eye and was rewarded with Rue’s unsuccessful effort to not spit her drink all over the white linen tablecloth, catching her breath, they both laughed, “No, I’m serious, that woman is scary and, not for nothin, all I packed was my favorite handgun.”