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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, Kate, Stephanie and Dawn

(…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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Had occasion to talk to a person about the Wakefield Doctrine this weekend. She was only familiar with the name and the three personality types. We were in a social situation, a number of other people we both knew were in the hall and so, naturally, the question came up, “What do you think so-and-so is? A clark or scott or roger

[New Readers: a note on propriety. There is no basis for anyone to ‘assign’ a predominant worldview to a person. At least in a manner that suggests, ‘You are a clark/scott/roger because I said so.’ The Doctrine does not work that way. One can only come to decide their predominant worldview for themselves. That said, there is a case for discussing the (likely) personality types of others. Provided it is done tastefully, with a personal enjoyment and a smile. It’s all about using objective examples to aid in presenting how best to determine one’s predominant worldview.]

…which is: observe your target* and throw out the ‘no-fricken’ way’ of the three personality types. Now, you’re down to two. Hold the remaining two relationships side-by-each, compare and contrast. (See! Now only does the Doctrine provide a fun and productive way to decipher the behavior of the people in our daily lives, it explains some of the more aggravating minutia of early life, i.e. essay questions and tests in general. (Go! Doctrine!)

Anyway.Obviously reading as many posts as possible will provide one with examples of characteristic behavior of three personality types of the Wakefield Doctrine.

But the simplest of all is to look at the person (or the self) and ask the question: “How does this person relate themselves to the world around them and the people who make it up? Are they thinking they are Outsiders, do they act like Predators or maybe they just feel everything is pretty much fine the way it’s always been, so what’s the ruckus?”

Pretty simple, isn’t it?

* or your ownself… this works on the observer provided one can set aside any preconceptions of self-as-seen-by-others. aka only a clark has the motivation and only a clark thinks it matters

 

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This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. A grat blog that asks the timeless question: ‘So?’* A voluntary compilation of the people, places and things that we find eliciting, prompting and otherwise gettin’ in our face with a sense of gratitude. (For the thing, not our face(s))

This is our list for this early-Winter week:

1) Una

2) Phyllis

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) safely over-exertioning

5) the Six Sentence Story bloghop.   Six Pix of the Week: ‘It’s Only Rock and Roll‘. by D Avery

6) the Unicorn Challenge bloghop. ‘corn Pick…. err Uniaminous… er. ‘Hey! Read This ‘un’   “Spawning‘ by Sally

7) Friend of the Doctrine, zoe, (also former host of the Six Sentence Story) has written a book. ‘Before They Met…‘ (listed over on Amazon, check it out).

8) tree removal… heavy wood sections from Point A to Point 2

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3

* not really coined by Robert Heinlein, but a stand-out usage in his seminal SF novel, ‘Stranger in a Strange Land‘.

 

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Following is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to ‘the Unicorn Challenge

A photo-prompt bloghop, hosted by jenne and ceayr, it has the simplest of rules: keep it at (or under) 250 words.

 

“No. I really shouldn’t.”

The body and the mind, (or, for a Reader of a gentler disposition, the Soul), are neither a partnership nor a symbiotic arrangement of earth and sky.

The mind and the body is a competition between athletes of two distinctly unlike sports that have been deceived, (tricked, if you insist, Gentle Reader), and always to the Death.

While the history of Man is scarred by games and teams, wars and nationalities, the one difference is always the external. Flags and uniforms. Religious expression and rational philosophies.

“I mean it. No matter how good it tastes.”

If the Creator had been truly Wise, (good intentions counted no more at the beginning of time than at the end), Choice, arguably, (and ironically), the one quality to distinguish Man from animal, would not have been included in the newest of realities. The urge to live and the desire for pleasure are the Divine and the Profane rolled into one delicious, portable meal.

“No!”

Two letters combined, which if simplicity were the true mark of God, would trump its fallen twin, ‘Yes’. No is surely the second-most powerful word in any language. And it remains so from the day it was not given precedence to today, when it is a horserace for all well-meaning humans.

“Yes, the heck with my diet! We only live once and today is Friday. Gimme the Family-sized!”

 

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

Hosted by Denise there is but one rule: our stories, (inspired by the week’s prompt word), must be exactly (and only) six sentences in length.

Prompt word:

CONE

The attic apartment, in the mill district of a small city, was one of six in a building clad in asbestos shingles, the preferred building material at a time when worker health in exchange for durability was the sign of good business sense; the grad-student enjoyed his cluttered vocabulary when describing his new home to the handful of friends he claimed, usually rolling out Shakespeare-on-the-cheap by calling it his urban ayerie.

One particular Thursday morning in July things changed; deciding to take a professional day, (his current part-time occupation being: ‘Find a job until it’s time to become a real person’) to his credit, he took his job as seriously as a Tahitian adolescent sitting before a black flannel missionary telling him the path to salvation was intentionally uncomfortable.

The first hint of a good day was the wood-on-wood clap of the exterior door three flights down; moving through the three room apartment to check for hygiene boobytraps, he debated where to wait for his visitor; the living room was unfurnished, the bedroom screamed of a confidence he could only dream of… and settled for the kitchen, which made sense, as it had the only door out of the firetrap he called home.

The knock on the peeling-painted door, with characteristic impatience, pushed it open ushering in a greeting with the kind of teeth that provided the special effects to many a bachelor dream,

“Jesus Christ, it’s gotta be a hundred degrees in here, good thing I stopped to buy you breakfast.”

The grad school student watched as a young woman, wearing shorts and a wife-beater (a Maxfield Parrish silk-screened on what little remained of the front), a gift he’d bought her on a dare (to himself) after their first date, stepped into the room holding a single ice cream cone.

He didn’t stand a chance.

 

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