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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

March 19, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

As promised, a continuation of yesterday’s post.

Before we get to that, see that first, uncharacteristically-brief sentence?

(Oh, man! Don’t get us started on diagraming sentencesese! The snow-melty March afternoons spent in English class. ‘Would anyone care to come up to the board and diagram this sentence?’)

That would have been among the first instances where our people began to recognize a potential value to (our) marginal social standing when in the company of ‘real’ people, aka other kids. Unlike like scotts and rogers who would, in this classic situation be: throwing pieces of soft-gum erasers at classmates, hoping to startle them into drawing the teacher’s attention or passing a note to someone insisting that yet another pupil was really gross… respectively. Some of the (small number) of sixth graders who were clarks would look directly towards the front of the class, all alphabet-bordered, black-slate-with-yellow-drifted-chalk-trough and simply not be there. And, such is life, more often than not, the teacher would call on someone else.

The sense of relief at avoiding fear was twinged by a sadness that would take a lifetime for the young Outsider to acknowledge.

….damn! Where were we??!

oh yeah! What about that business of translation, vocabulary and fluency in the context of the value of the Wakefield Doctrine. Will it really allow us to better/more effectively/less clumsily interact with the world around us (and the people who make it up)?

That the Wakefield Doctrine’s system of three personality types is, at first blush*, simply one more perspective on the world is pretty obvious. That there is a logical, accessible and effective method which might be applied to a person’s efforts to self-improve themselves is guaranteed . With a certain amount of imagination and discipline**.

* cool idiom, no? damn! here, this from the opening paragraph:

The verb to blush can be traced back to the Old English ablysian. …usually in glosses of Latin psalters. For instance, there is this tenth century gloss of Psalms 6:11:

ablysigen ł scamien & syn drefed ealle fynd mine syn gecerred on hinder & aswarnien swiþe hredlice ł anunga

(Let all my enemies blush / be ashamed & be troubled, let them be turned back & be confounded very quickly / rapidly)

We did say, damn! did we not? Remind us to continue with this in tomorrow’s post.

** hey, no! not nearly the oil-water combo we’re indoctrinated to believe.

Hey! shout out to Nick for the suggestion (in a sense) of today’s music vids. You should check out his art-stuff¹ v taliento!

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Frides of Arch -the Wakefield Doctrine-

March 16, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

Detail of the painting “God reprimanding Adam and Eve”, by F. Zampieri (1625)

Yeah, you are correct. You have scene the image above before. In one of our Unicorn Challenge posts. Superstition is the religion of the desperately unimaginative.

That being said, you do know what Friday means: ‘the Unicorn Challenge‘., do you not? It is the day-of-the-week when jenne and ceayr go all ‘June and Ward Cleaver’ on the blogosphere and invite a small group of talented writers to get al TAT on the photo below.

Anyway. Two Hundred fifty words is what they allow us to write a story keying off the photo below.

Yeah? Well, no matter what that old saying, choice is curse of the Garden.

The man stood on the rock. The wind was calm, the sea was flat. The sky was a uniform, overcast grey; so much so, there was no horizon. Anywhere. In any direction, except landwards. The man had zero interest in that direction.

When there is no horizon, only gravity can provide direction. Taking the hint from this most fundamental of forces, the man looked down. Without a bright sun overhead, jealously casting reflections on anything it felt threatened by, he could see to the bottom. Like most of his world this particular morning, it consisted of unexceptional variations on the shade of grey. The exception to this almost blankscape were three red stars.

A phrase from a proverb, long favored by nuns charged with instilling the moral guilt demanded by Mother Church of it’s youngest, came, quite unbidden, “Well I made a difference to that one’.

The man laughed and nearly lost his balance. He noticed his rock pedestal was smaller. Time and Tide, he mused, time and tide.

Feeling his resolve recede, he glanced over the increasing gap between his stand and dry land. Let go, he thought.

On the shore, a boy’s voice met his thought, “Let go! I’ll throw” Childish laughter and wagging tail wrote a couplet of love and innocence as young human and ageless canine played on the beach.

He stepped into the ocean betting that solid land would welcome him.

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Six Sentence Story “…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood” [Part 1]

March 13, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

Hosted by Denise with one thing on her mind: sentence count (Hint: rhymes with Six)

If you’re a new Reader (or a regular Reader who might want to refresh their memory) here’s an opportunity to read the story Tom and I are writing from the beginning. The link to ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘.

Prompt word:

REMOTE

[GCHQ London Branch]
The city of London, with an estimated 627,707 cctv cameras, remote microphones and drones nesting in the clouds, could be thought of as, ‘the city that never sleeps’ but that characterization would not be fair, (or accurate), to either it’s citizenry or it’s surveillance system; in the case of the former, one’s sanity requires the personal privacy of sleep, while the latter thrives on constant awareness, albeit digital and thoroughly un-human.

“Yes, Leftenant Custos, something the AI can’t explain, I assume,” The LMN (Live Monitor Nexus) was a subterranean hectare of monitors and operators; the Watch Supervisor, Colonel Villicus, had sedgway’d down and across the ruler-straight aisles of the heart of the GCHQ until he stood behind the young man.

“The oddest thing, sir, a common speeder at first, but when I ran it’s path backwards, multiple gunshots, originating here,” the image on his monitor was a single family house and a very expensive car with four flat tires in the driveway; anticipating his supervisor’s question, “Yes those are two dead bodies on the opposite side of the street, but that’s not the oddest thing,” running the tape forward showed a van pulling out of the driveway, both men cringed as it sideswiped a parked car without slowing, racing out of the neighborhood until it was in a commercial area when, seemingly for no reason, tipped over and, sliding along on it’s side, came to rest in the middle of an empty intersection.

“Now, watch this,” pulling back on a joystick control, the perspective zoomed up and away sufficiently to bring two additional vehicles, a motorized rocket launcher and a helicopter into view; Lt Custos wisely decided not to comment on the rarity of such equipment on a London village street on a weeknight.

Colonel Villicus’s fingers flew over the keypad Velcro’d on his right wrist, activating an array of additional filters, including infrared, and the immediate result was the addition of the green-on-green silhouettes of four people, all moving towards a vehicle which, after a moment of hesitancy, sped in the opposite direction from the military-grade equipment.

A tone sounded from somewhere on, (or in), the person of the Supervisor, prompting a passable mime of a dog hearing an unexpected sound; resting his hand on the younger man’s shoulder he whispered, “Notify the locals, tell them this is a classified SAS training drill and all they need do is divert traffic until we give the all clear.”

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TueJay -the Wakefield Doctrine-

March 12, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

So the computer we use 99 percent of the time is in the shop. We’ve brought our office laptop home to stand-in.

It is a perfectly acceptable substitute. Except for one thing: it has no letter ‘J’.

sibilant! minoris

(Now, alert rogerian Readers are going all Moonlight Sonata Third Movement on their computer keyboard about that last, next-to-last sentence.)

well, like we were all taught in catholic school, ‘That’s why god invented RePrints”

hey, that’s an idea! (no, not catholic school! RePr… ) Wait a minute! Surely we’ve written repeatedly on this topic, after all, why else would they call blogging, ‘the ill-grammared Language of Torment’?

let us go search the ever-ironic term ‘Sisters of Mercy’

Now, children! everyone find someone else and hold onto their hand

September 15, 2010

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine, class. If you pay attention, and listen closely, then at some time later in your life, much, much later, you will remember what you have learned here today. And when that time comes, you will say, (to your spouse, your friend, the police, your priest, the nurse or the man with the hearse)…”there was this place and there were these people and they told me about clarks, scotts and rogers and how it was so simple to understand other people if only I understood the Wakefield Doctrine! I see now that they were so very right…it is just sad that it is so very, very late for me…if only I had…written a Comment“!

Well, it’s not too late, binyons! You can participate, join in on the fun. We are only a third of the way through the 90 Day Challenge, plenty of time to turn this bus around. Speaking of buses, lets make that the topic of today’s Post! (and the Wakefield Doctrine Lesson of the Day).

First Day of School Trauma!

Alright! All-right! I’ll go first…

… oddly enough, I have no memory of 1st grade but I do remember that my 2nd grade Teacher’s name was Mrs. Brennan. Starting with the 2nd grade I attended a parochial school and for the most part all the Teachers at Our Lady of Mercy (who doesn’t hear James Brown, “mer-cey!!”)School were nuns. Real nuns, not just sallyfield-looking-hey-just-a-normal-girl-who-happens-to-be-a-nun, no sir! These were Nuns of the Order of the Sisters of Mercy. En regalia, full-dress nuns. For those unfamiliar with the look, we’re talking about white on black habits, with face and hands as the only clue that there is a human there, never mind a female human. Damn! (The borg look like nudists compared to the Sisters of Mercy back in the early 60s.)
(Back to my First Day of School Trauma). Arriving in class, the very first thing I learned from a classmate was, “if you don’t eat all your lunch, they make you eat in front of the whole school and for the first day of school they always serve something called Welsh Rabbit”. I spent the entire morning of the first day of school in the Second Grade in fear of what would happen when I refused to eat the Welsh Rabbit. We are talking “worry” on a level such that I was so focused on trying to come up with a plan to avoid the lunchroom embarrassment, that I almost got sent back to the First Grade.I could not have spelled my own name when called on, cause I was busy! I had to think of something! Sitting in one of those desks with the fliptop writing surface and the seat attached and the whole thing held together by a wrought-iron frame. Somehow I survived. I look back now, from the vantage point of the Wakefield Doctrine, can there be any doubt that there was a clark sitting in that totally uncomfortable seat in September, trying to figure his way out of spot that (he) was barely equipped to deal with.

( …Pero Principal Clarke, lo que Wakefield Lección Doctrina del Día vamos a tener de su historia muy interesante?… )

Why thank you, Miguel, for that reminder. The Lesson of the Day is more an illustration of the clarklike personality. The reaction of the 8 year old clark in this story is that his response to a threat was to try and think of a plan to avoid the embarrassment that he perceived to be waiting for him at lunch (he really, really hated cheese). The saying at the Doctrine is: clarks think, scotts act and rogers feel.

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

March 2, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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This is the Doctrine’s weekly contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Heralded by institutions, both professional and civic, this grat blog is considered by many to be ‘the place to go in the blogosphere after the toxic exhaustion of daily news alarums and the incessant mid-numbing chittering of much of what passes for social media wears on us’. As an exercise in Will, the TToT is second to none. While the choice remains inherent, if not unfashionable, to deliberately perceive the positive in the world around us and the people who make it up, is not the worst thing a body can do.

1) Una

2) Phyllis

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story the Doctrine’s ‘Six Pick of the Week!’: ‘Time and Space‘ from D. Avery

5) the Unicorn Challenge the Doctrine’s ‘If you only have time to read one, this is it: ‘CSI‘ from the co-host of the bloghop ceayr

6) Our new Serial Six Sentence Story, “…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood

7) hey! the Quick Brown Fox is back!! And even quicker than in previous years, Which between you and us, is not such a dramatic assertion, at least in terms of your Humble Narrator’s physical response time. To our credit, we did look down at our desk and almost immediately spotted our cell phone. However, this particular morning, Mr. Q.B. Fox was clearly on a mission and did not stop to pose for photos. (the path he followed diagramed in the photo at the top of this post). Looking, btw, healthy and well-fed, and, (to quote W. Z.) his brownish-red coat was perfect.

8) something, something

9) Made it to March (booyah!) Of course this is telling when contrasted with previous year’s posts and their reasonable hesitancy to express elation at the achievement of survival. But as, Chuck Palahniuk wrote: “On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”

10) Secret Rule 1.3

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