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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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This is the Doctrine’s weakly contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. (That’s not, however, a Wakefield Doctrine deer. They just pass through, from time-to-time.

1) Una

2) Phyllis

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story bloghop

5) the Unicorn Challenge photo-prompt bloghop

6) (the Doctrine’s two hundred-fity word story for the challenge):

“Man, what’re we gonna do with all these extra model car parts”?

Two friends sat on the floor of the most kid-friendly of the two’s house. It was Saturday. It was raining. The house was empty of parents and siblings.

Spread out on the bedroom floor was the detritus of countless Aurora™ model car kits, at least to the extent of the spare parts that remained after assembly was complete. The problem of what to do with the extra pieces demanded resolution. That the growing urgency each pre-adolescent boy felt, sitting on a bedroom floor on a Saturday afternoon, foreshadowed choices and demanded-decisions neither boy yet felt.

For one, (whose bedroom it was), the arrival of an initially strange world was one year away; for the other, (whose superfluous collection of parts without use or function constituted, at the moment, their best hope for entertainment), it was an indeterminate number of months in his future. More than the twelve of his best friend, less than thirty-six; with any luck and the intercession of a heartless god. Of course, in matters of boys, girls and puberty, the calendar was more often than not written in chalk. This transition would be the first, (but surely not last), experience with being left at the metaphorical train station.

But for the two friends, the afternoon together with nothing more than: their friendship, more little plastic hood-ornaments than needed and a near-lethal parts-per-thousand count of airplane glue, practiced the better parts of relationships.

7) sneak peak at Fall Shoe Fashion Collection from the House of Khafka

8) Something, something.  (oh, yeah. the TToT is taking the month off. As the old saying reminds us, “Habit is the foundation of wisdom” so, since ‘dollars-to-donuts’ our friend Mimi is writing a TToT post… here’s the Link to Mimi’s Blog.

9) Progress in the Grass

10) Secret Rule 1.3

 

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Satriday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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This is the Wakefield Doctrine to jenne and ceayr‘s the Unicorn Challenge.

A photo-prompt(ed) story in two hundred and fity words (or less).

The photation:

“Man, what’re we gonna do with all these extra model car parts”?

Two friends sat on the floor of the most kid-friendly of the two’s house. It was Saturday. It was raining. The house was empty of parents and siblings.

Spread out on the bedroom floor was the detritus of countless Aurora™ model car kits, at least to the extent of the spare parts that remained after assembly was complete. The problem of what to do with the extra pieces demanded resolution. That the growing urgency each pre-adolescent boy felt, sitting on a bedroom floor on a Saturday afternoon, foreshadowed choices and demanded-decisions neither boy yet felt.

For one, (whose bedroom it was), the arrival of an initially strange world was one year away; for the other, (whose superfluous collection of parts without use or function constituted, at the moment, their best hope for entertainment), it was an indeterminate number of months in his future. More than the twelve of his best friend, less than thirty-six; with any luck and the intercession of a heartless god. Of course, in matters of boys, girls and puberty, the calendar was more often than not written in chalk. This transition would be the first, (but surely not last), experience with being left at the metaphorical train station.

But for the two friends, the afternoon together with nothing more than: their friendship, more little plastic hood-ornaments than needed and a near-lethal parts-per-thousand count of airplane glue, practiced the better parts of relationships.

 

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

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How long has it been? Jeez, it’s not like I have to buy a ticket on an aeroplane, needless to say there’s no extra value in a fast train.

As we all know, the Six Sentence Café & Bistro is just a short city-walk, if the weather is nice, a low-cost taxi ride if packages are involved. Even if Mimi’s shift coincided with our schedule, the bus runs every forty-four minutes, so we could get there with good company and interesting conversation.

But, this is a Wakefield Doctrine Six Sentence Story contribution to Denise’s ‘hop.

Prompt word:

GRID

“Hold on… won’t be but a moment,” the casual observer, and, this being the Six Sentence Café & Bistro, you were expecting, maybe an emotionally-depressed undertaker? Queried as to their immediate impressions, a (first time) visitor to the Café might have reported, “Well, he was tall and thin, but the thing about the man was the air of distraction that surrounded him like a degenerate eigenstate, ya know?”

If challenged on this characterization, the tall, thin man would, likely-as-not, deny being distracted, busy or even partially-aware of what a degenerate eigenstate is, other than being a cool name for a band.

Within minutes, the Manager re-appeared, a stray cobweb hanging off his left ear, “Just checked the utility room, the problem is not with the power grid, maybe it’s in the plumbing, give us one more minute,” three steps away towards the hall-that-is-buried-in-night, he might turn and say, “Now that you mention it, could you see if we have any eggs and stale Wonder Bread in the kitchen, I could really go for some French toast when I get back.”

Feeling uncomfortable about stepping behind the bar and through the double swinging doors in to the kitchen, our hypothetical first-timer might look about the interior of the Bistro, hope being pulled along by ambition, (and not a small ripple of visceral thrill at the daring, like adolescent friends pulling her towards the stolen car), and suddenly realize that the room was not entirely empty.

From somewhere, perhaps an alcove bathed in cathode-blue light, a woman appears behind a smile and calls out, “There are no take-backs in life, seize what you can and let no regrets hold you back;” and moving around the end of the bar, another, baritone in timbre, good natured in intent, a man behind that bandstand agreed, “You can’t step in the same river twice, so go for it,” smoke obscured his face; pushing through the double-swinging doors into the kitchen, the visitor, (now, very much no longer an innocent bystander), remembering rainy, childhood days announced, “…and what is the use of a book, without pictures or conversation.”

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Cyrus St. Loreto Six]

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

Hosted by Denise.

Last week we were privy to the ‘morning after’ enjoyed by Rue DeNite. She (and her bodyguard/man-in-waiting) was but half the dyad of that night’s dinner meeting. In the interest of fairness, shall we look in one her host, Cyrus St. Loreto’s morning after?

Prompt word:

TOAST

“So, Cyrus, is a toast in order this morning?”

The conference room on the actual top floor of the Espirito Santo building consisted of a very large table and two walls of optically-engineered glass affording a view down on Miami’s financial district and out over the Atlantic Ocean.

Genevieve Novak crossed the expanse of carpeting between the door to her reception area and the man sitting at the head of the conference table; the pre-dawn light from the East was striated by a hedgerow of clouds low on the horizon, turning the glow from glass panels into columns and tempted a person with a certain inclination to think of ancient temples and profane rites.

Standing to the left of the only person seated at the table, before a single setting consisting of crystal, china and linen, she waited with the restrained excitement of a trained raptor, the slightest of quiver of feathers betraying her anticipation of the command to fly; the smile, a skilled misdirection of the intensity of her focus on her boss, Cyrus, permitted no doubt that for this couple, the hunt was her dowry.

“The affair to the North has become of greater value and, as such demands a certain… gentle nurturing,” the first of the sun’s knocking on the coming day’s door brought a transitory illumination to the sole owner of the Bernebau Company’s face betraying an often unexpected humor, “This no longer is a, ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am’ negotiation, and as much as that might come as a disappointment; call Constantin and have him return with no further efforts to convince our Mr. Caesare.”

Seeing the disappointment in his admin’s face, Cyrus smiled, rose from his chair and as he walked to the only other door into the conference room, left his words as sole consolation,

Fiecare dimineață este produsul neintenționat al Păcatului Original. Aș fi mai rău decât un prost să nu sărbătoresc, aș fi un ingrat și Dumnezeu urăște ingrații.”

 

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Wednesday -the Wakefield Doctrine- (RePrint, as promised)

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… as promised*.

Hey! While we have you ‘on the line’** don’t forget, tonight is Wednesday night which means the gates open for the Six Sentence Story bloghop. Ever ones gonna be there, you should stop in. Serially! While not the most skillful of prompt-post writers, we have been told by unnamed others that the Doctrine’s contributions have a certain, je ne sais quoi, no matter what the weekly prompt word might be. Be that as you may*** stop by and check it out. You can thank us later.

[We won’t take offense if anyone feels that the premise of the following is outdated and without value in the contemporary blogosphere. But, we always assumed there is a value to links-out to other bloggers. Maybe the algorithm that ‘more-links-the-better-for-the-linkee‘ has long since sailed. Until convinced otherwise, we’ll keep at it. So, keeping with our mention above of many talented writers at Denise’s Six Sentence Story ‘hop, lets see if this shortcut/combined link works: Sixarians from last week.

 

the Wakefield Doctrine just like Summers of old… a re-run! …Post from August 2011

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Rizzoli and Isles ain't got nothin on these two...

Rizzoli and Isles ain’t got nothin on these two…

From August 2011….  You know what’s funny? This (reprint) references a failed collaborative writing project.  Well, if you go to his blog now, and the Wakefield Doctrine does, in fact, recommend that you do, you will find an un-failed collaborative writing project! Denise (over at Girlie is co-writing a story with the Progenitor roger. And it’s getting pretty good! the roger, being the wildly creative, blog-risk taker that he is, is posting each chapter as they are written. So, when you go over there to read it, you might want to scroll down to Chapter 1 and ‘read your way back to the top’. Be sure to Comment (tell ’em ‘the Doctrine’ sent ya!).

As we all know, the Progenitor roger nom de plumage RCoyne ) started his little blog in the hopes of creating a Collaborative Writing Project. Attracting and combining (the efforts) of the full range of  talents,  that seem in so plentiful supply in cyberspace, it was RCoyne’s hope to produce a totally original literary work, (and)  given the apparent variety of interests  found among people in the blogosphere, it  would have been one helluva a blog.
….It failed, of course.

This is not to disparage  RCoyne’s idea nor his Intent. It is a reflection upon the fact that he is a roger….or more precisely, it is a reflection upon the inherent limitations of the aspects of being a roger. Do not misinterpret our feelings on the matter, we are making this statement without placing the onus entirely on roger (or his people). This statement  is equally true of the other two personality types, the clarks and the scotts. Each of the three personality types, that comprise the Wakefield Doctrine, represent a worldview, a ‘reality’, if you will; each a perspective  that is unique and (one) that has great strengths and terrible weaknesses.
(Readers! Remember that the Doctrine maintains that all people are possessed of the qualities/the potentials of each of these three ‘types’ and while we  become predominately one of the three, the other two aspects are always within us, waiting to be called upon by the dominant personality. At times of extreme duress or peril they are available to be called upon.)
We call this…the…. Mystery of the Wakefield Doctrine and the Proof of the 3 Personalities

What is the mystery of the rogerian personality type that prevented RCoyne’s blog from taking off?

What should have the roger done, in order to be successful with the Seccesscessionisticalationist Rag?

Why are we picking on the roger so much?

Lets start with what we do know, about rogers:

  • they believe that Life has rules and that if followed everything will be as it should be
  • rogers believe that reality is essentially quantifiable, that 2 + 2 equals 4 is true now and will always be true, even after the human race is extinct
  • the world is perfect to a roger, we use the word in the sense that implies completeness and order, as opposed to virtuous or good
  • rogers experience the world in general and people in particular with an organizational bias predicated on the herd mentality, ‘like gathers with like and excludes that which is not like’ (or some such nonsense)
  • for a roger, the ‘backstory’ is more attractive than the narrative, (an example from the progenitor roger: early in the days of this blog, one particular Post drew an exceptional number of Comments, we asked  roger what he thought about it and he indicated that he didn’t bother reading the Post, he only read  the Comments)
  • rogers are responsible for civilization, for the development of civilized society, for all social development and refinements beginning with cavemen and moving forward to the Present
  • in expressing their perception of the world as a place of rules, rogers become: Doctors and Lawyers, Accountants and Engineers, Surveyors and Writers of Popular Fiction, Missionary Families and Dynastic Families, Pioneers (geographically), High Priests and Politicians, Homemakers and Trendsetters, Judges and Executioners

The rogerian component of the Proof of the 3 Personalities?  rogers are the only ones who can  ‘ manage and maintain‘  the scottian element of the population. Without rogers, we would all be living under bushes, darting out to drink from nearby streams at dawn and duck, shoulders hunched in anticipation of the attack from the nearby  Umbrella Thorn Acacia tree.  Damn!  The thing about scotts, they are all drive, instinct, appetite. Someone, ( I think it was Claire ), was recently musing about the three-ness of the Wakefield Doctrine and that got me to thinking about Freud (have not got a clue) and his Id, Ego and Super Ego. Who out there does not see that our scottian element is so the Id. And while it is essential to life,  appetite and impulsivity, left un-checked would be kinda short-term.

Let us end today’s Post with a little example that came up in a recent letter to Molly, in which we were discussing the difficulty encountered in distinguishing between a  (very) robust roger and a scott. Both are active, and charming and totally gregarious. But if we watch these two walk into a social gathering ( a party, a picnic, a business conference)  what we will see is:

the scott will make a noise (figurative or literal) immediately upon entering the space…this is meant as a first effort to flush-out any other scotts
the roger will stand in a prominant place at the entrance and wait for a sign of recognition from the various herds making up the crowd
the scott will go to the first person they can get to and start to tell a joke about the fact that they (the scott) are present
the roger will go immediately go to the first person they recognise (provided the person is another roger, if however, the first person they recognize is a clark, the roger will wait)
the scott will go from person to person and tell a joke or introduce themselves to each individual (if there are too many people, in which case the scott will treat each herd as a person)
the roger will either join a herd or gather clarks to start a herd….and wait for a scott.

Bottom line: the scott sees the social environment as a hunting ground, therefore everyone is either prey or predator. If the scott encounters other scotts then ranking must be established, either dominant or submissive, as long as they know where they stand.
The roger, on the other hand, sees the social environment as an expression of themselves. All that the roger encounters is either of the herd or not of the herd. Those that are ‘not of the herd’ are as important and valuable to the roger as the outsiders. Rogers cherish outsiders, they are the dross that accentuate the beauty of what the roger builds in his little herd.

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* You remember, yesterday’s post!

** if you have to ask, ask your parents.

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