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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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Now, this (post) is a blast from the past!

(A little backstory);

Watching a show last night. It’s set in the late seventies. And as the show ended, the Boomtown Rats started singing about ‘silicon chips’.

Two things followed:

  1. Phyllis said something the effect that, with period pieces like (the) show, Mindhunters, our age shows; we are able to enjoy music as ‘old favorite songs’ as opposed to ‘oh, that’s an interesting song,’ that might be the reaction of a hypo-aged viewer in the audience;
  2. I suddenly felt the urge to use the song in a post. And, as luck would have it, it was going to be a Monday post

As it happens we were in a discussion on the Saturday Night call-in about the early days of the Doctrine. we shared with Denise and Roger how, from the very first post I was, to borrow from a character from the MCU,  “burdened with glorious purpose.”

And so it was, on more than one occasion; we’d hear a song, see a label on a jar in the refrigerator and jump up and write the next Wakefield Doctrine post.

What became increasingly clear, in the course of our conversation, was the drive to write posts only rarely manifested as the product of the drive to write the perfect Doctrine post*. Rather we were putting up words and ideas, examples and illustration in faith that if we wrote long and often enough, the result to allow people to understand the fun and benefit of the Wakefield Doctrine in the world around them and the people who make it up.

Now, it’s nice to have a quick trip in the wayback machine, to remember a more innocent, not to mention, exciting time in the execution of our duty as curator of this personality insight thing.

But, we’re at, like, four hundred words, so let’s hold off on the RePrint. (For the record, we scanned a whole bunch of posts trying to find the one that was inspired by the label on a jar of pickles. No, serially! We did write such a post. Couldn’t find it. Will keep looking.)

 

 

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* ah! the legendary ‘Perfect Doctrine Post’  this was (and remains) a goal, no, make that more an aspiration. To write, in three to five hundred words, a post about the Wakefield Doctrine that a first time Reader can read and understand the principles of our little personality theory sufficiently enough to see the world differently. To have the fun and enjoy the insights afforded by employing our alternate perspective.

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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 contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Foundered by Lizzi during a lull in the Axis artillery bombardment of the Arden, this grat blog has everything one might expect, given the context and circumstance of it’s origins.

1) Una

2) Phyllis

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) writing and such (the ‘such’ being elaborated in detail in Grats 5 & 6)

5) the Six Sentence Story bloghop

6) the Unicorn Challenge

7) as the photo at the top of the post suggests, it is quite cold this Saturday morning. it will struggle to get out of the ‘teens (like, who hasn’t?) throughout the day today. subsequently, the Cro-Magnon Challenge has been postponed until the temperature moderates. Not only is the wayward bridge* locked in the frozen water, the wood of it’s construction becomes too brittle (if that word applies (wait! lemme go check….ok) the wood becomes fragile.

8) how fun is this internet? it’s like the biggest used bookstore/library in the world, right there underneath the keyboard.  were we not a clark, we might be hesitant to mention (actually, revel in) the amount of time we spend checking on meanings and spelling of words and phrases when we write a post. damn. v fun.

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3

* wayward bridge… excellent story title, no?

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f+1 -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

So, we’re sorta on a bi-weekly participation schedule with the ‘Corn, But the atmosphere here in coastal Oceania is cold and precipetacious. Extreme cold expected on the weekend, which always makes us think about life in the Arcadian Era.

Be that as it may, jenne and ceayr host a most enjoyable ‘hop, the Unicorn Challenge. It’s a photo prompt bloghop but, unlike my other prompt-hangout, the Six Sentence Story, with a 250 word limit here, we can get all War and Peace on that there photo there.

 

The crowd was small. But friendly, in that ‘OK-I-don’t-have-any-plans-for-the-next-thirty-minutes’ sort of way. The venue was a country bar but the stage was set up in the parking lot. Part of trying to appeal to a wider audience.

We’d been together for a week. The drummer called and said, “I found us a singer. He’s amazing. He knows every song that ever played in a truck-stop jukebox. Plus I gots a bass player who doesn’t take drugs. Well, not during the day.”

We got together in a rehearsal hall. We sounded great. The singer was a natural frontman. By the end of the week, the drummer said, “A friend of mine is playing at the LoneStar Bar & Grill this weekend. He said we could play a set on Sunday afternoon.”

Sunday rolled around. As planned, after the scheduled band’s first set, we took the stage. Like we’d rehearsed, the first song was ‘Movin On’ by Merle. A simple enough song, I even borrowed a Telecaster from a friend. Best of all, it was one of the singer’s favorite songs.

In daytime outdoor venues, the chatter of the crowd stood-in for dimming houselights. I opened with the guitar lead. Looking to my right, the singer appeared to be auditioning for Madame Tussaud’s. After a 2:17 instrumental, we collected our singer and left the stage.

We resolved to make a list of questions for any new musician.

The first question would be, “Have you ever performed before an audience?”

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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 each week by Denise, all we’re asked to do is write a story of six (and only six) sentences.

Prompt word:

KICK

“On this we can agree.”

Despite being extremely expensive, the music system unexpectedly flared into pre-LED colored light, heralding the unmistakable plastic-flop of vinyl onto turntable; the 100 proof-silk sound of Curtis Mayfield began to confide raw truth of life for those on the left up-slope of the Bell curve.

“Not to be rude, but what, not counting your fanciful oeuvre hung on being a time traveler, encourages you to presume that?”

The Sophomore’s lips compressed into a non-committal line, even as his eyes skidded across the direct line-of-sight with the other man; the haplessly-optimistic part of his mind ran scratchy newsreels of manly hugs binding self-absorbed veterans returning from battle. Medals and campaign ribbons, official tokens of instant depreciation to be treasured only when alone, the better to survive the emotional kick of a lethal fetus awaiting entrance to a loud, noisy world, barely hinted at the true extent of his wounds.

The tall, thin man stared at the visitor on the far side of his desk when one of six phones skittered to life, a deaf-mute sand-crab demanding attention in a surprisingly arid world; swiping the screen into the cell phone equivalent of a coma, he looked at the Sophomore and rose from his chair.

 

 

 

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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 each week by Denise, all we’re asked to do is write a story of six (and only six) sentences.

Prompt word:

KICK

It’s the smell that gets the newcomer, really; you’d think, in this modern day of solid-state appetites and digital passion it wouldn’t, but the closest encounter most people have with the spiritual is at the nexus of scent and memory. However, here, at the opening of our story, it’s the smell of the air, at once machine oil and grease mixed with carboxylic acids, the original eau de Cologne of human suffering. This particular detail will be all the more a kick in the Reader’s head as they finish and realize this Six is just a one-off parable, (or maybe a fable), about the inner world of creating fiction.

Yeah, that section of cubicles forming a hexagonal exercise yard is the GenPop module; nope, no fences or barricades, don’t need ’em, that bunch has an irresistible drive to form ghettoes, each different genre anchored by slavish obeisance as they pray to their god with a thousand faces, the Almighty Campbell for inspiration, if not intercession, in their effort to write.

That building, off by itself, is our Maximum security, it’s where we house the metaphor-addicts; no, don’t even bother asking, trying to talk to those poor bastards is like… well, you know.

Sure, some are rehabilitated and allowed to return to society; the lucky ones find a quiet, minuscule-PageRank blog and live out their lives shamelessly churning out negative-meta tales for word-prompt bloghops.

 

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