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

pheww!

Just spent a minute (or twenty-seven), browsing old Posts. Random-like, but a tendency to the olden ones.

This time of reflection, ( or, perhaps, semi-infinite regression), is helpful when we’re staring at a blank post. Sorta like an orchestra tuning up.

New Readers? Those of you put off by the imagery of that metaphor, (or allegory…never have gotten the distinction too clear), i.e. orchestras? We are aware that orchestrae are a collection of people playing instruments, whereas this post is a single person, albeit 3rd person plural.

What can we tell ya? The primary quality of those who come here and not immediately leave is a certain intellectual/spiritual confidence. And sense of fun. After all, at the heart of the Wakefield Doctrine is the willingness to allow ‘what-ifs’ to step up and offer insight, new information and/or a sense of how others experience the world.

Where were we?

Hey! You might notice a slight change to the landing page.

In the bottom-center, right underneath the ‘ In a Hurry? …over here, answer these Questions (yeah, like a personality test)‘ box is a new one: ‘Benefits of the Wakefield Doctrine: Flash Fiction, Six Sentence Story(s) and the Unicorn Challenge.’

Shoutout to Denise and Mimi for their support and suggestions for this…

No, now that you mention it, we actually cannot remember the last time there was a change to the layout of the homepage of the Doctrine.

cool.

Still the Wakefield Doctrine.

Still trying to find the words that will form ‘the perfect Wakefield Doctrine post’.*

…out of time.

Pop Quiz: which is the scott in the photo at the top of this post?

 

 

* glad someone asked! The perfect Wakefield Doctrine post is one that, upon being read by a first time visitor to this blog, imparts an understanding of the principles of this here personality theory here sufficient to allow them to see the clarks, scotts and rogers in their world. That day.**

** Warning! Warning! As a New Reader you are entitled to know that, based on anecdotal information (over the past fifteen years), once you begin to see the clarks, scotts and rogers in your world, you may find it impossible to not see the clarks, scotts and rogers in your world.

 

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s weakly contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Founded in 1978 by Lizzi R, this ‘hop has provided safe haven, nurturing encouragement to an unsuspecting Readership each and every week. Visitors are treated to an array of finely crafted Lists that focus on the experience of the authors in the previous week that have involved people. places and things inspiring a psycho-emotional state of gratitude. And, of course, posts from the Wakefield Doctrine.

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine Long grat this week (see Grat #8)

4) gainful(ish) employment… well, technically, self-employment, i.e. real estate sales and marketing. It permits (and, kinda requires) certain activity ever week. Past lists have featured photos of the properties currently in inventory. This week will be no exception.

5) a lack of snow (no hubris in that statement… simple gratitude for weather conditions), that said, while seasonable cold, the ground is frozen, but visible. grat!

6) the Unicorn Challenge bloghop

7) the Six Sentence Story bloghop. Feature:  ‘La Machine‘. by Violet Lentz

8) ok Reader Advisory: the fact that you don’t have to be a clark to read, enjoy and otherwise participate Doctrine posts notwithstanding, here’s a quick little Grat that is right on the edge of acceptable coherency in writing, you know what we mean, esai?* In any event, the Wakefield Doctrine is a tool for self-improving oneself. Especially, if not ‘only’, for clarks. The reason is, it appears that a necessary precursor to growing and development involves the emotional aspect (of being a person). In clarks, there is a relatively high level of ‘hands off that shit’, at least when it comes to us dealing with…well, ourselves. Short story extended: had an encounter this weekend with an online friend that resulted in a better sense not only of ourselfs, but our capacity to interact with the world around us (and the people who makes it up). All due to time spent with this here personality theory here. For the non-predominant clarklike Readers: a reaction to something that in pre-Doctrine days could have been negative, became a positive(ish) lol process. Nothing remarkable, nothing that ‘real’ people don’t encounter and develop in… like childhood days. But, speaking only for ourselves, clark here. lol Thanks! unidentified person in non-comprehensible interaction!

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3  (A clarklike twist to a very rogerian view of clubs, groups, gatherings and common effort, aka ‘the Herd’. Unfortunately, the innate (and near-uncontrollable drive to subversion in clarks pretty much negates any of the natural attractiveness that our Herd Member (rogerian) brethren have in copious amount. oh well.)

* ha ha a little rhetoric joke

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Lieday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge bloghop.

Hosted by jenne and ceayr we are invited to find a story using an image provided each week. The only rule: no more than 250 words are to be used.

 

“They built it themselves?”

“Yes.”

“The 16th Century. Must of cost a fortune. I’m surprised the Church had the resources.”

“Well, you know, the organizational structure by then gotten pretty robust.”

“Seriously. Was what I’ve heard true, that the first iteration was dedicated to…”

“Don’t go there…”

“Santa Claus?? God! For reals? You are one twisted deity.”

You should talk.”

“Anyway, I won’t bother asking where the money came from to fund this thing.”

“Ha ha.”

“How long did it take to build?”

“Which time?”

What?” Sometimes I gotta say, I’m appalled. Your neediness astounds me.”

“Hey, not fair! I gave them Free Will. I didn’t say, Enslave yourself to a Church.”

“err… ‘on this Rock’ ring any bells?”

“Yeah, but that was just to get the ball rolling.’

“Gotta hand it to you, you make it too easy.”

“What?”

“Generations of lives, right? An unholy percentage of what little they can earn scratching a living from the earth, handed over every Sunday.”

“They wanted to… The art work alone is fricken’ priceless.”

“To show their love?”

“You gotta better reason? Hell, they were barely getting by living a step above the rest of the livestock I Created. ‘Man 1.0′ had a pretty sweet deal. That is, ’til you came along.”

“But, man! Literal centuries of human effort to build …and rebuild! a structure with one and only one primary use.”

“You planning to make a point any time soon, Morningstar?”

“Dude! And they call me the Great Deceiver?”

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Café Six]

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 it is governed by a single rule: all stories must be exactly six sentence in length.

Prompt word:

MACHINE

“You know what this joint needs?”

It was late morning on the first Tuesday of the New Year and the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro was as empty as an upside-down pail.

Seeing the woman sitting at the end of the long bar, the tall, thin man shielded his eyes from an imaginary light-source and called-out in an exaggerated aside, hand in front of his mouth, palm outwards, “Mimi, you’re not gonna leave a brother hangin’ metaphorically-….”

“Cher, surely you don’t mean, ‘dialogue-istically speaking’, were you to, you’d end up as tangled in the alliterative underbrush as an ole gator what chased un cocodrie in his leaky pirogue,” the diminutive woman laughed with a natural kindness that defied mockery.

“Sorry, I thought the Café fiction machine was on the fritz again, please do not let me disturb your reflection, I just…” the well-dressed Proprietor had a look of chagrin even as he lit another of his favorite brands of cigarette, Player’s Navy Cut; seeing the look in the woman’s eyes, he hastily added, “No, I gave up years ago, but I have a Reader who, though no longer a smoker herself, enjoys their fictional representation,” his smile served as convivial punctuation.

The laughter from the bar reminded the tall, thin man of how, in a fictional reality, things really do work out for the best, even as the peaceful impromptu moment was interrupted by the Bartender bursting through the kitchen’s double swinging door.

 

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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 it is governed by a single rule: all stories must be exactly six sentence in length.

Prompt word:

MACHINE

Leaving his third floor apartment, the Sophomore resolved anew to accept that he had been transported fifty-five years into the future from his eponymous second year of college and, upon further reflection, added to his New Year resolutions the goal of nurturing gratitude for finding himself in the company of the people, who, for reasons no one thought to explain, called themselves Proprietors of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro. While lacking the laid-back vibe and remarkable music scene of the end of the ’60s, he knew if he was ever going to find how or even why he’d been temporally dislocated, he needed to embrace the present.

The sidewalk, as he approached the Café, ceased being a brick ‘n soot maze, the work of the first modern industrial engineers serving the monied-patriarchs sitting in homes in the city’s finest neighborhoods, known, without the slightest sense of irony, as College Hill; the young man smiled at the memory the girl he met at a college mixer in the Ivy League school on the Hill, his mood souring with the realization that she would now be seventy-three years old.

The five-story building that housed the Café and served as the involuntary time-traveler’s sanctuary, came into view as he turned the final corner but his attention was hijacked by a billboard sign in the middle of a freshly cleaned lot.

Brand new and totally incongruous, it offered the image of a family walking, in the background were open fields and distant mountains; the adults were smiling grimly and the two children gazed upwards; the artwork was in a pointillist style with an earthy palette, the result was thoroughly wholesome and homespun.

Dominating the top half of the 10.5 by 36 foot sign were two lines of text;

in comic sans:

‘The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog’

below which, in Times New Roman:

‘Serve the Machine and your needs will be met’.

 

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