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This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. In the week/month/quarter/including-the-one-not-given/decade/collective-lost-weekends/idealized-mid-childhood/and most re-constructed memories we are grateful for:

1) Una

2) Phyllis

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) something, something

5) the Six Sentence Story bloghop  Six Pix of the Week: ‘Torn Seam‘  by Denise. (a nice little, quick glance across time (and, maybe dimensions)

6) the Unicorn Challenge bloghop Best of Show: Margaret‘s ‘The view from a diving bell‘ (a little exercise in the art of employing the rhythm of language)

7) writing colaboration with Tom (“…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood“)

8) Six Sentence Café and Bistro. Hey! Mark your favorite characters’ calendars… a couple of weeks, (or so), Tom and I will be concluding our Serial Six (Grat #7). And, one way or another we’ll, (collectively and metaphorically), find ourselfs at the Café. Send you characters (or be, bold-devil-may-care and show up however you manifest). A Splendid Time is guaranteed for all! Not to worry about setting/physical context, will provide descriptive references leading up to the event. (Or you can check in with any of the regulars (or their metavars*): Nick/Gatekeeper, Denise/Bartender, Mimi/(ma’am or ‘cher’ will work or whatever moves you), Chris/Raconteuse or Tom (Anyone with Ford’s current address, feel free to send it on) and jenne. It’ll be fun in a meta meta kinda way, ya know? (Quick overview: in a semi-deserted factory/mill district of most cities, (Misky has a excellent story that manifests the concept that Six Sentence Café and Bistros can be found anywhere provided there is sufficient desire to find it. Easiest description: rectangle shaped, entrance at the lower right corner(ish). Once through the foyer, with it’s cigarette machine piled high with free magazines addressing: local real estate offerings, band-members and used cars, copies of the Watch Tower and brochures from the local Chamber of Commerce. You might see Frank there, sitting on the single vinyl-upholstered bench seat (for the busier nights). Through the doors to the Café proper, the bar runs down the right wall, the rest of the public space is to the left. Architecturally-opportunistic alcoves are found along the exterior wall, opposite which is the long interior wall, (looking at our non-existent floor plan the top edge of the rectangle), in the middle of which is a small, one-step up stage. Back to the bar behind which the shelves of liquor are interrupted by double-swinging doors (with those cool porthole windows) that give access to Tom‘s domain, the kitchen. At the far end of the bar is the start of a hallway running to the right and the Manager’s office. Further past it no one is quite sure of anything other than the overhead lights always burn out too soon.

9) minor yard project (Yeah like a bagatelle for rake and wheelbarrow) Before and after (clearly all our hard work and effort paid big dividends! lol)

10) Secret Rule 1.3  sub-chapter 18; “… the effort to

 

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Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

Hosted each week by jenne and ceayr, we who are about to write are tasked with creating a story, (a world, a glimpse off the continuum or, perhaps merely a daydream), inspired by the week’s photo image. The limit to this construction is that it require no more than two hundred and fifty words to convey.

Nighttime on the open ocean is irrefutable testament to limits of Man. His wooden, (or steel), constructions appear to defy the limits imposed by Nature. But humility is not the most celebrated quality of humankind. In fact, one might argue ambition was the reason for expulsion from a certain Garden. Leaving water for fish, air for birds an affront; surely good only for the weak of mind and timid of spirit.

The trawler had set out at dawn. Then, the sea was flat, the temperature unremarkable and the wind pushed-and-played with the crew’s hair, like barroom predators when the evening is young and appetites weak.

Now, however, emboldened by acquiescence of the sun, darkness reigned and the waves grew. As the boat wallowed in deceptively indolent troughs, the sea stepped over the gunnels like boys jumping hedges. The crew, standing on the main deck, continued to pick through the catch, halogen suns casting crumpled shadows.

Hearing the captain’s uncertainty, the deckhands employed the most human of strategies when confronted with forces beyond their control, they put it out of their minds. Increasingly the deck was awash with green water breaking against the rails. Rollers of bycatch, seaweed and froth brushed past their legs, racing from one side to the other. Upside down pendulums, the men worked, knowing there was no return without the boat, and only by filling the fish-holds would the captain allow that to happen. That the sea had other plans was permitted no space in their thoughts.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood’ [5.1 traP]

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.

It is hosted by Denise and has a strict Six Sentence Limit

Speaking of ‘Penny Dreadfuls’, Tom and I are writing a Serial Six Sentence Story: ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘. (If you’re just starting, this link will provide the whole story.)

Most previously   …from Tom. and, now following our first Six this week, we continue the tale.

Now, as we’re sure you surmised from our peculiar subtitle, we up to some hijinks. Given that we’re approaching the climax of our Serial Six, we decided to switch desks! Tom is writing ‘our’ storyline, (in which Rocco is protagonist), and we’re taking over the Rue & Moonbeam narrative. For a while, at least.

Prompt Word:

TONIC

“I’m just outside the main doors, hurry the hell up, we’re on the move.”

Stepping into the cold morning air, Rue DeNite laughed at the sight of Moonbeam leaning over the empty front passenger seat of a brand new, shiny metallic green, something-or-other brand SUV; as soon as she clicked her seatbelt, he pulled away from the terminal, drove past what appeared to be a giant acorn sculpture and headed northeast.

Rue leaned against the passenger door after checking the GPS display in the dashboard; there were two starred highlights: the airport, receding along the illuminated route in the animated map and, on the destination end, ‘Tunglfjőrður’, with a label “Mooncross Industries’ at the bottom of the screen, Estimated Travel Time: 1 hour 50 minutes blinking in red.

“You’re mad at me, that’s what’s going on here,” in premeditated response to Rue’s assertion, Moonbeam furrowed his brow, as if his concentration on the nearly empty road was all that stood between their success and the fate of the world;

“While I’m impressed with that business of dark energy shooting out of your arm and being able to make people, like, suddenly fall sleep, when it comes to boosting cars and other forms of transport, of all the Supervillains I know, ‘You’re my all-time favorite‘;” Rue, pretending to admire the snow-covered mountains took hope in a slight tremor to the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean, but since you brought it up, am I safe thinking that under all that white denim, you’re not wearing some kind of stripper-secret-weapon that, when we get cornered, you’ll start to twirl in the face of our foes?”

Taking off her jacket, Rue turned in her seat, added an unprovable arc to her spine and, with the hint of a side-to-side shoulder motion, brushed a button on her phone; Bob Seger’s voice filled the car, “They’d kill to make the cut“; laughter once again proving itself to be the best tonic.

 

 

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood’ [0.1 traP]

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.

It is hosted by Denise and has a strict Six Sentence Limit

Speaking of ‘Penny Dreadfuls’, Tom and I are writing a Serial Six Sentence Story: ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘. (If you’re just starting, this link will provide the whole story.)

However, most previously   …from Tom.

Now, as we’re sure you surmised from our peculiar subtitle, we up to some hijinks. Given that we’re approaching the climax of our Serial Six, we decided to switch desks! Tom is writing ‘our’ storyline, (in which Rocco is protagonist), and we’re taking over the Rue & Moonbeam narrative. For a while, at least.

Prompt word:

TONIC

“Jeez Louise, the secret-samurai architect of this terminal totally rocked the East-Meets-Nanook-the-Warrior minimalism,” Rue DeNite crossed under the glass-and-aurora borealis expanse of Keflavik International Airport’s main terminal, found the bar, ordered a tonic and tonic and headed towards the Danish modern sofa where Moonbeam was seated, the soles of her tired feet shushing over the terrazzo floor, when his jacket pocket began to make chirping sounds.

Holding up his right index finger, the Supervillain put his phone to his ear; on the basis of facial expression, the other half of the conversation would have been accurately represented had someone thought to provide cue cards with bold-ink exclamations marks, big-assed pound signs (aka hashtags) and an asterix or two; after a particularly distraught series of ‘…but you weren’t there, I had to make that call, the situation was fluid‘; Rue, now sitting close enough to rest her crossed right knee on his left thigh, took the phone from his hand.

“Hi, this is Rue DeNite; first off, loved the jet; second thing, even though we haven’t actually met, I’d appreciate you cutting my friend here a little slack.”

Smiling at Moonbeam, Rue nodded several times, paused at least twice and pantomimed writing something down, bold strokes in the air with a silent laugh towards her companion who had begun to gesture somewhat frantically;

“Don’t get me wrong, your stepping up with transportation was very kind, but I’m here because my boss asked me to and, not for nothin’, but of the three people in this conversation, only one has gone up against Cyrus St. Loreto and walked away unscathed; I’ll give you a hint: it wasn’t you.”

Curling her legs up on the couch, Rue held the phone between her right ear and some part of Moonbeam’s head and continued, “So listen lady, oh, it’s The Lady, classy, I like it; but the thing of it is, the amount of shit I allocate to your insight into the global ramifications, geopolitical repercussions and nuanced counter-moves of this little circus is in the range of negative zero;” Moonbeam’s eyes acquired the wild look of a horse at the approach of a glowing-hot branding iron, “So, what say we end our little chat with an American idiom you might be familiar with, ‘Fuck you’.”

Turning to her companion with a look of surprised innocence, Rue laughed, “What?”

 

 

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Tewesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

There! That does it.*

So not to get too metaphysical. (yeah, right If metaphysics were imaginary food, we’d either weight six hundred pounds or be on a permanent intravenous drip of Rao’s Caramelized Onion Sauce over extra broad egg noodles.)

No, seriously has anyone ever wondered why the clarks in their lives have so much difficulty with the simple things while achieving more effective results with the unnecessarily complex topics?

Well, damn! If we knew you were going to be tossing the softball Doctrine questions, we’d a waited to more of the last minute to answer.

Two words: emotion. (No, it’s not that clarks are not emotional/bereft of emotion/emotionally-impaired or otherwise disadvantaged. The problem for clarks in the execution of the ordinary challenges of normal, day-to-day living isn’t that they are trying to compensate for a lack of emotion. The problem for clarks is the perceived excess of said emotion. Or, more precisely, the potential of emotion to create chaos and otherwise push the car down too steep a hill. ya know?)

Alright! If we were in a classroom and a pop-quiz was announced, you’d totally hear the word ‘define and refine’.

lol

Hint (for the ambitious rogers (with significant secondary clarklike aspects)… the scotts… nah, they’d be drawing crude life figures to illustrate and clarks?

Welll. This is actually something more of a challenge for you clarks out there than it would occur to you to admit.

Chill. Not to worry. It’s not like you’re going to be asked to come to the front of the room and read what you wrote in response to this essay question.

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oh yeah? I’ll step in yer frickin river as many times as I

Yeah, it is Sunday again.  And no, there is no rule that we have to get all weird (alright, weirder) on Sunday Posts.  But the Doctrine allows for virtually anything, as long as there is something (in the Post) that advances the understanding of the Wakefield Doctrine.
The Wakefield Doctrine Lesson of the Day:  talking yesterday to a person who has recently encountered this blog.  She expressed some concern about knowing for certain which of the three (clarks, scotts or rogers) she was, which is appearing to be a rather common experience among new Readers and as such is important to us here at the Doctrine.  We want everyone to immediately get the Wakefield Doctrine and then conribute to the blog through Comments.  As to the un-comfortable part,  I suspect there is an element to the writing “style” of these Posts that imparts some kind of “you better get this right” vibe to the First Time Reader.  Damn.Hey Readers, yo. (No you’re wrong, I am totally entitled to affecting any (writing) style, slang, patois, pidgin, dialect or any other form of projectile cool (including a delusional perception of sounding cool, inevitably limited to my own imagination) if I want to cause I am the one writing this Post and who is anyone else to say that I am not in fact a dreadlocks-sportin, surfboard-on-the-car drivin’, pants-worn-down-about-mid-thigh wearin’ scott or roger or, for that matter clark(except the part about the surfboard and pants and dreadlocks but otherwise, I’m there) Sorry, lost control of the parentheseses.  Besides, the job is open, anyone got a Post you want to write then step right up.  Let us know in the form of a Comment and we will be too damn happy to let you write one of these rascals.Anyway, the important thing here is this:  the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and roger) proposes that all of us start life with the qualities ascribed to  three (‘personality’) types (clarks, scotts androgers).  Further, at some relatively early point in life, we begin to experience the world mostly from the perspective of one (of these three).  At that point we can say we are a clark or a scott or a roger.  Having said that, we always retain the qualities/capabilities/capacities of the other two types; but except for you Readers, we all seem to forget that we have a rogerian side or a scottian aspect.
The reason you are reading this is that you have the intellectual flexibility to imagine that which is not. (Yes, I know what you clarks are thinking at this point, but let’s just keep that to ourselves for now, shall we?)
The short form (lol, as if) is this: you already know this shit.  The Doctrine is a productive, unique and fun way to look at the behavior of those around us and understand why the people in our lives act the way that they do.  Pretty simple, isn’t it?So, New Reader…relax take a deep breath (not too loudly, scott) (not too dramatically, roger) (breath! clark, breath!).  There is no rush.  Since you are already all three, deciding for yourself which of the three you are predominately will take care of itself.
The most frequent experience of new Readers is to say, “Yeah, I get the theory, but sometimes I am like  one type and at other times one of the other two. Almost as if I am all three”.
To which we say, “Very good!  Many of us feel that way when we start, then we frickin read what is written about being all three and it being predominately one of the three and we get over it!”  Jeez…come on, people I know you have an extra capacity to understand new shit or you wouldn’t still be reading this, you would have long since moved on to crocheting-with-emily.com or wrench-and-sports.com.  Relax, trust your instincts and get over it.  Have fun! (clarks, see us after class and we can help you apply an overly long, convoluted, tail-eating definition with complete instructions on how-to have fun).And write a Comment.  Win a hat (for your damn head).You want pressure?  I give you pressure…watch the following music video and tell me (through a Comment) if the Conductor is a clark or a scott or a roger…(come on scotts, some of you must like classical music)…but the challenge is identifying the type.
Not easy, of course, but I don’t want anyone to feel that they should not submit an answer….there is a hat (for someone’s damn head in it) for the correct answer!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZwgLrVEw84…put down your keyboards, your time is up…answers are in…remember what we say here at the Doctrine,  “there are no stupid questions, just your questions”(Come on Readers, lighten up.  Take a chance, clark; don’t feel threatened, roger;  hey scott, you can do this)Hey! Who said, ‘What we really want is a pleasant melody with near-incomprehensible lyrics? Here ya go, clark!

 

 

* the writing prompt effect of a RePrint post eliminating all that blank space. As always, ‘It’s way easier to edit than it is to write fill an empty page.’

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