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January 27, 2025 By clarkscottroger 2 Comments

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

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“Sing a song of Sixpence, a pocket full of rye…” what is it about rogers and the Past? the Wakefield Doctrine pauses, reflects and offers you Pie*

January 26, 2012

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

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.**

Many interpretations have been placed on this rhyme. It is known that a 16th century amusement was to place live birds in a pie. An Italian cookbook from 1549 (translated into English in 1598) contained such a recipe: “to make pies so that birds may be alive in them and flie out when it is cut up” and this was referred to in a cook book of 1725 by John Nott.^[1]^[2] The wedding of Marie de’ Medici and Henry IV of France in 1600 contains some interesting parallels. “The first surprise, though, came shortly before the starter—when the guests sat down, unfolded their napkins and saw songbirds fly out. The highlight of the meal were sherbets of milk and honey, which were created by Buontalenti.
( source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sing_a_Song_of_Sixpence )

Well, didn’t they know how to have fun back in the 1600’s ? ( ” Hey, Ephesus!! dude, yo when her Majesty the Queen Mother sees the birds fly up from the table, she will surely impart a smile upon thee…dawg” )Be that as it may, today we talk about the thing that rogers have for the Past. Lets dispense with all the work of constructing a well-crafted narrative and get all Bullet Pointy on this bad boy! So, ‘The Past’ and the rogers? Welll…we’ll have you know that:

rogers live for the Past (as scotts live in the Present and clarks live for the Future)

most ‘Historians’ are clarks and yet rogers are the people who you think of when you are interested in knowing something old, or out of date or archaic, what the hell!

the more involved the family tree, the more you need a roger, and not just because they love Yellow #2 Pencils**

in order to maintain a coherent history, you must have an internal consistency… rogers love repeating patterns

the past is ‘a place’ that rogers know they can be alone and by themselves, at least for a little while

hey, it’s really rather simple! …the farther back in time a tradition or a practice or a dogma extends, the bigger the herd that has come to be associated with it and, like scotts…for rogers ‘more is more’! …following is the epitome of this ideal:

…Ken Burns…

This quality of the rogerian personality type is one of the most positive and essential, not only to the rogerian people, but to mankind as a whole. It has often been said that rogers are responsible for society and a (certain) continuity of civilization, without which we would all still be living on the savannah…darting down to the stream in the evenings nervously keeping one non-stereoscopic eye on the treeline, alert for the sudden movement of a scott! As a matter of fact. I was talking to a rogerian friend, Valerie, about the Doctrine and the positive contributions of her people to life and I put it this way, “Yes scotts are active and loquacious and really get things done, but would you want to fly across the country on a plane designed and built by a scott?”

I believe at that moment, Valerie understood and become proud of her people***

Tomorrow is Friday so get your ears out, it is Video Friday!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_a9irWZtxQ

** …and nice, clean, full-sized #2 Pencils! certainly not what you would find in your hands if you made the mistake of asking a scott for a pencil!! (think teeth-marks, stubby and prone to smudge)

*** which emotion, of course, was immediately transformed into a sense of fervent righteousness and a total conviction of the deficiency of all non-herd members

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

January 24, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to that shiny light in the virtual forest, the clear tone in the cacophony of strident voice in the virtual Green, the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT)

The people, places and things that have elicited and otherwise jump-started our internal reference on ‘hey, the world doesn’t totally suck, there’s…’

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story bloghop. ‘Blend‘. Frank Hubney

5) the Unicorn Challenge . ‘A Day By the Sea‘ Sally

6) Kerry stopped by at the FB TToT page this week. She was one of the first participants in the Friday Night Vid Chats that Lizzi and I started, way, way back.

7) Lisa also dropped by, commentationaly-speaking, always fun to see bloggers who welcomed us to the virtual world, back when things were new, writing was easy and spelling still mattered.

8) work (photo at top of post is from Norwich CT)

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3

music vids
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* Hey, never listened to this thing all the way through… not bad (and watching the orchestra was kinda fun, damn! those folks, for the most part don’t seem to be having that much fun… but that’s just our impression on first go through…damn! @minutes or so, think Leonard B spent a lot a time listening to this when he did his thing?

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Friday’s CCL -the Wakefield Doctrine-

January 24, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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This is the Doctrine’s contribution to jenne and ceayr‘s bloghop, ‘the Unicorn Challenge‘

Only rule (yeah, bet they sometimes regret that elegant approach to conformity): top word limit of 250.

Apropos of neither the view nor his state of mind, the man said, “Korzybski was, somehow, astute in his understanding Man’s desire to dream and yet clueless to the world-not-seen, the spiritual realm. Must of been the engineer in him. ‘The map, in fact, is the territory’. It’s just a question of having the correct passport, visa or letters of transit to get there, ya know?”

The woman at his side laughed.

It’s been said that, because of their being the source of life, women never truly laugh. They might exhibit joyful amusement and, true to their nature, offer invitation to others to join in their experience of explosive delight at the folly of humankind. But laugh? No.

That she offered an approximation of laughter was part of what bound the couple together. Arguably it is what binds most couples. An exchange of artifacts from two worlds: the laughter of Man, loud, cruel bold and life-affirming swapped with the laughter of Women, secret, tender and passionate.

The two stood together. The dry-iodine scent of ocean air and reedy whiffs of atavistic pheromones encouraged their senses to remember. And they stood in silence until the sun set.

Neither wondered how they might better appreciate the vista before them, the lover’s embrace of Earth and Sea was the only eternal truth.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [an Ian Devereaux Six] “…as we catch up with Mr. Devereaux”

January 23, 2025 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, defined by a single number: 6 (the exact number of sentences in qualified stories)

Hey! This Six is a continuation of last week’s Serial Six Sentence Story. As the old TV shows used to say, “Previously on….” Read Me.

Prompt Word:

BLEND

‘That was Miles Davis’ ‘Kinda Blue’ and you’re listening to WBRU, 666 on your radio dial; from high on College Hill, the only station bringing you a smooth blend of jazz from the Roaring 40’s to the present anno domino; next up is a cut from a brand new group called the Mahavishnu Orchestra.‘

I sat up…well, more like trying to get my head in a position to establish where the hell I was, unfortunately this strategy was stymied by my head hitting something smooth, curved and unmovable; throwing caution to the wind, I opened my eyes and saw the crescent moon of the lower half of a car steering wheel.

First victory in hand, I knew I wasn’t blind and I could hear and move… sorta, but something wasn’t right… the steering wheel was of a hard and cool-to-the-touch material and, according to the pressure on my lower back when I pushed out with my feet, I was lying flat on my back; sitting upright, veering to avoid the steering wheel which was all of a circle and a hub, I found myself in the middle of a single front seat, I felt the same kind of stomach twinge that I had when I heard….

“My voice?”

To my credit, I didn’t scream and thought to look in the rearview mirror, which was a small, simple and empty oval suspended from the windshield; naturally that made me look at the mostly metal and glass dashboard as the thought began to form…

“Antique vintage Chevrolet?”

Knowing the car was empty and the sight of what looked like a movie set for all the people dressed funny, mostly short dresses on the girls and long hair on the guys, I figured the better part of valor would be facilitated by closing my eyes and focus on the disembodied voice.

“Unless I’m mistaken, which I rarely am in affairs involving chrono-intercessions such as the one I am currently privileged to conduct, you’re searching for the ideal interrogatory adverb, might I recommend going with ‘When’.“

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [an Ian Devereaux Six (cont’d)]

January 23, 2025 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. defined by a single number: 6 (the exact number of sentences in qualified stories)

Hey! This is a continuation of the Serial Six (though not the narrative) from last week. Helps to know why Ian’s admin, Hazel is asking so many people a single question, ‘When did you last see Ian? So, Ian Devereaux’s faithful admin is on the warpath. Hazel’s boss has been missing for three days and she means to get to the bottom of it. Read Me.

Prompt Word:

BLEND

“I’ll tell ya this, kid, and don’t take this the wrong way, your boss has a way of pissing people off and not in a good way, case-in-point, I gave him some work, nothin’ complicated, a blend of surveillance and skip-tracing on someone important to me and he goes and, wait a minute, why am I tellin’ you, you’re his fuckin’ secretary,” a dismissive wave of his left hand, a mea culpa for his temporary lapse as host, the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge raised his eyebrows at something or someone behind the woman sitting opposite him in the booth, “I ain’t telling you nothin’ you don’t already know, Hazel, after all you’re here in my establishment giving me the fuckin’ third degree, ya got balls, I’ll give you that and when Devereaux shows back up, tell him I said he needs to give you a raise; now if you’ll excuse me I have to talk to a gentleman about his somewhat novel business model involving arbitrage and certain artwork,” his raised eyebrows brought an end to the interview.

“I’d say don’t let Lou upset you,” Diane Tierney’s frown of sympathy submitted it’s resignation, leaving the hostess’s face smoothed in a smile of admiration, “but that’s clearly nothing you need me to tell you, Hazel; the last time Ian was here was New Year’s Eve, I remember because he left in a hurry just after the arrival of Rosetta Storme and her date, didn’t catch his name; anyway, Rosetta shows up and Ian hightails it out through the kitchen.”

“Who’s this, yeah I’m Rosetta, how’d you get this number… listen, I don’t know no Hazel, oh, you’re Hazel, well, I’m happy for you, what do you want, I don’t know any Ian Devo… Devereaux, whatever, where was I on New Year’s Eve… wait, I got this one, I was on the corner of Fuck St and Off Ave that helpful enough, of course I know who the cook at the Bottom of the Sea is, it’s Gus Deljudice and yeah, now that you mention it, he was working New Years Eve… all chef hat and white smock… do I sound like a 411 service, go ask Diane, that frosty bitch knows everything; you’re welcome and I don’t care.”

“Sure, New Year’s Eve he ran through my kitchen like the devil was chasing him, sorry ma’am I didn’t speak to him, New Year’s Eve is always a madhouse at Lou’s joint, but Rosetta showed up with a date, that’s about when Ian left, I always liked him, lunch almost every weekday… now, nothing out of the ordinary except I remember a man who lingered at the hostess station at the front of the house, after Miz Storme arrived, but he turned right around and left… I’ll be happy to call you if I, it’s Hazel, right?”

Hazel didn’t want to call her friend in the State Police, in no small part because Ian’s book of business was comprised of a small, but not insignificant number of clients engaged in hypo-legal business ventures; letting the neon shawl fall from her shoulders to the sidewalk, she walked away from the Bottom of the Sea; a child’s voice from the sodium vapor-striped parking lot drew her attention.

“That detective guy, always tipped me to keep an eye on his ride, yeah I saw him, he was walking up the street, in a hurry but then a car did a u-turn, one of those goofy lookin electric cars.. the big one, looks like a DeLorean designed by a coked-out high school kid, it never stopped, it just kept on going; jeez thanks lady, I’ll call you if I see either one of them.”