Month: November 2023 | the Wakefield Doctrine

Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

November 14, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

Lets start with:
the Wakefield Doctrine is a perspective. As such, it requires a certain willingness to imagine that things are one way and not, necessarily, only one way. We are talking, of course, about our experience in and with, reality.

[In the early days of this blog we’d be more direct, saying that to ‘get’ the Doctrine a Reader needed to have a certain, ‘flexibility of intelligence’. In the Ephedrine, Ringling, Oscar Myers axes, this is the famous, lesser known: WTHN*. Without the presence of an innate desire to play with ideas, the Wakefield Doctrine is simply a scheme to divide life into three characteristic relationships.]

Hey, wait. That’s exactly what we’re doing.

Fine. This post is intended to be, what the books on essay writing refer to as (the) introduction and thesis. Let’s agree here, at the beginning that, that….. ‘the purpose of this ~~paper~~ post is to present an overview of the principles of the Wakefield Doctrine, its practical uses and applications and, concurrently, noting (any) changes in the Doctrine itself. Well, to be a bit more accurate on this last, ‘changes in how we describe the Doctrine’.

…oh yeah! And! Maybe we need to jump into the Herd and offer advice and observation from our little personality theory/worldview. (Surely this is the most ambitious of goals. Hell, it’s not merely a goal, it would actually be a proof of concept, wouldn’t it?)

Far be it from us to stray far from the predominant worldview of your painfully-reliable Narrator, but …no! Wait. Will not indulge in the disclaimer that those of us of a certain predominant worldview would be trying to sneak in at this point. This highly visible point. (New Readers: not to worry. Secret Rule inherent here, in this effort: when you arrive at a certain point in your understanding and you are tempted to say, “I knew what they meant then!” We believe you.)

The Wakefield Doctrine is for you, not them.

…to be cont’d

*WTHN Why The Hell Not

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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

November 13, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

I was going to begin a conversation with today’s post. About podcasts and new content and how to reach the masses.

It surely would have been a good post.

Maybe I’ll write it tomorrow, you never know.

But the sun is rising faster than it should and a day is growing it’s connections towards us. (Like one of those super-slow motion films of ice crystals forming as the temperature declines or, better like, back in the sixties when they developed super slow motion photography of a drop of milk.)

But it’s here. Time to paste.

So, before we hit ‘PASTE’, any thoughts on the topic of advancing the goal of telling the world about our favorite little personality theory?

(when) …clarks are too helpful, scotts are too energetic and rogers are too involved’ the Wakefield Doctrine (they don’t call this Monday for nothing!)

April 1, 2013

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

clarks are too helpful …wait a damn minute! thats just plain wrong, right? you’re simply trying to be clever, aren’t you. Well, it won’t work this time, we know that we don’t feel that we owe anyone anything and so when we are tying to help people out, it’s simply because we enjoy doing it, why would you go and try and assign some sort of ulterior motive to this, that’s just mean and if it’s one thing we really hate, it’s people who are mean. So stop with the trying to under-mine our efforts to improve ourselves, we didn’t do anything to you. Now you’ve gone and wrecked it and made it look like we were showing off or something, that’s just not fair. …you better stop that or something bad might happen

scotts are too energetic …fuck you! you really think your mind games are gonna work? you think we’re stupid or something? you people make me laugh, with your ‘oh we should all just try to learn to improve the way we are‘… you are the way you are, get over it! and if you think you can make fun of us and, even if you do, if you think that that changes anything, you better think again…we are the ones that get things done, and if we didn’t step up every time one of you ‘rogers‘ or (what is it?) clarks… if we didn’t step up this would be a sorry place to live in, you’d be all cryin’ ‘my car won’t start’… I don’t know how to build a deck, I lost the instructions!! … ‘that guy is being mean and I can’t convince him to leave me alone‘ gimme a fuckin break, you people are boring me out of my brain… if you don’t start acting for yourself, I’ll just find someplace where they are all weak and passive and touchy feelie just you watch me!

rogers are too involved …alright, you can save yourself the effort, I know what you’re doing, I really admire the core idea that you have here, but trust me, a little goes a long way and I think I owe it to tell you that you have lost the handle on your idea or theme or whatever the heck you think you’re doing here. I know! let me save you the trouble, I’m a roger and I’m a big fat bully and make your life so uncomfortable and your friend over there is a scott and she’s going to make me sit up and beg for a treat, I get it. But don’t you think I see what you’re doing? and listen, it’s not working, you will always need me to pay attention and you will always need me to find the easy prey when you’re all tired. I don’t care…you’re wrong, I don’t feel either good or bad about your Post today, so save it for one of your other types.

* We’re back. I agree (whichever clark was thinking: “Just keep writing. The path has a way of becoming apparent far more quickly when one is already walking than it does for those how sit and hope for it to appear.)

thx

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

November 11, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

This is our contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop for the week of Half-past November (Quarter-to-Thanksgiving, not to put too fine a point to our little jeu de mots*) No, our task is more serious than that. We are charged with creating a list of Ten Things (‘the first ‘F’s’ in the childhood limerick**) the people, places and things that elicit, are complicit, inspire and bring to mind a state of gratitude.

This week:

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine ’cause as anybody tell ya, ‘sine qua non’

4) writing made-up (and not-so-made-up) stories at a couple of ‘hops, to wit: Grat #5 and Grat #3

5) the Six Sentence Story (the Doctrine’s contribution Here)

6) the Unicorn Challenge (where we sent this little effort Here)

7) only forty-two days until Summer begins to start

8) something, something

9) photo at the top of the post. Today’s project: complete the cutting down of the tree, aka ‘Fun with the application of Principles of Practical Physics!’

10) Secret Rule 1.3

* as much as we’d like it, this does not translate into ‘Judy’s little hat’ in any language

** ‘there once was a maid from Manchester
who took to the blogosphere to…

music vids

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BiFriTry -the Wakefield Doctrine- “Wherein our Intrepid Author reflects upon a photo.”

November 11, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

Hey! It’s half-past-the-month! Gots to get over to ‘the ‘corn’ and see what nefarious photation they have this week! (Protection Prayer is surely in order, “Bless me Rorschach, for I forget…”)

Enough of the strained effort at cleverness, jenne and CE hang out with a crazy-talented bunch over there at the Unicorn Challenge.

Stop over and read some. Like back in university days when you’d wear an overcoat in the cafeteria line so’s you could swipe an extra grinder or three for your friends who had no money.

“And I’ll be granted my wish?”

Avoiding the eyes of the old woman poised at the end of a dark alley on Pennyburn Road, I stood in a rainy November afternoon.

“One little thing, a slight transformation,” a fishhook of a lilt, that, were it coming from a girl, would’ve convinced most young men to resort to crime.

“A stroke of this,” it being a small blackish-grey thing in a dirt-creased palm, “You spend time practicing your listening skills and before you know it, you’ll be on the circuit signing your latest book to fans who can’t wait to hear what you have to say.”

Years in school studying psychology, more writing online trying to establish a following and what did I get? A mountain of debt, a divorce and a rheumy wink from a woman in the terminal stages of life.

“You will become, for as long as it takes to meet six hundred and sixty-six people, the manifestation of your dreams. Then fame and riches beyond your wildest dreams will be yours.”

~~~~~

“Honey, please! We need to call the cruise ship so they don’t leave without us. The excursion manager wasn’t happy with your insisting on going it alone.”

“For a country associated with engineers and engineering, you’d think the cellphone network wouldn’t have so many dead spots.”

“Look dear, there’s a…”

“Jesus Christ that’s their idea of a phone booth?! There aren’t even any wires coming out of it…. no way I’m getting near that thing.”

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “A Tale from the League of Redacted Metaphorians”

November 9, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

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

Hosted by Denise each Thursday, an exercise in creative writing in sextuple-form.

(Hey! I’m counting the first sentence (ending with an ellipsis) as being half of the line of dialogue which ends with ‘chicken’. This may very well not be a controversial strategy, but, you know, full disclosure.)

Prompt Word:

^BALANC_E

“Come on, man, don’t be such a…”

Ever since discovering the true power of metaphor, all autobiographical hell had broken loose, like a… well, it says it best in the Manual issued to all Metaphorians; that, almost said, is always the first challenge: looking around at my surroundings, I recognized the abandoned gravel pit from my childhood neighborhood and sticking out of the far end of my blue jeans… a pair of PF Flyers!

…chicken.”

Based on location, dress and the lack of habitual aches and pains, I figured: sixth grade, which makes me eleven, (still pre-draftee status in the upcoming Gender Wars), playing at life after school; my months of rote memorization paid off as the 3rd Principle of the League of Redacted Metaphorians lit my mind; ‘Sure, the Map may not actually be the Territory, but how bad do you want to explore alternate realities?’

The boy challenging me to jump down the 45° sand escarpment was Allen, my best friend in grade school. Funny how, as I let myself experience this reality, the character and nature of our shared laughter stood out; it was celebration, pure and simple; nothing to do with rating or comparing the day, analyzin’ or dramatizin’ an event, laughter at this stage of life is surely the essence of humanity, a glimpse into the Garden before the decision was made to swap innocence for maturity.

I ran to the edge faster than I could think and jumped out as far as would take me; as luck would have it, my phone rang, the wind on my face and the dry-tickle of sand and gravel coursing up the back of my shirt ceased to exist and all I felt was the concave teasing of the keys of my computer, like the come-hither of a cybernetic lover; the emotional charge of the memory surged, temporarily shifting a balance I was no longer aware of and the corners of my mouth turned upwards.