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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

April 13, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

1) Una ——–⇓

2) Phyllis —————————————————–⇑

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story bloghop. Doctrine Six Pic of the Week: ‘Iron-Hearted‘ from Eliza Seymour

5) the Unicorn Challenge. Select ‘corn: ‘Unlimited Travel‘ by Tom (who has a positive genius for names (and appropriately quirky yet lovable characters)

6) the Great Stump Challenge: removal

Primus (Shovel, Pry bar and Cottage)

Secundas (Chain Saw and Pry Bar… )

Completus (Chain Saw:1 Stump: 0)

7) the Great Stump Challenge: Unintended lesson from childhood(ish) ‘When replacing the soil in a hole, the thinner the layers compacted, the more resistant the dirt)

8) something, something

9) oh yeah! Almost forgot! We’re nearing the exciting conclusion of our Serial Six, ‘…Of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘ Let Tom and us know what ya think!

10) Secret Rule 1.3

music vids

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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

April 9, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

Who is this? The author I want to grow up to be: Robert Sheckley, that’s who

Being Tuesday, this needs to be short, direct and to the point.

No, really!

First goal*: Find out how we managed colored-text in the early years. We have a writing assignment this week. Ok, it’s just a Six Sentence Story submission but we can’t for the life of us figure how to create text in any color other than black. Not saying any more other than it will be the first Six of the week and it’s a return of a … thing that we tried in ‘Almira’. ‘Nuff said!

Second goal: Hey, we kinda took care of that in our asteroid at the bottom of the post! Damned efficient of us, no? Well, shit. You’re** right. We are forgetting our primary mission/target demographic, i.e. the New Reader,

Of the Days of the Week, some are favored by one predominant worldview more than others. Presenting no conflict with ‘the Everything Rule’, we offer the following. (And then we gots to go find that html)

clarks (Outsider): Tuesday, Thursday night (at a younger, school years (1-23) stage of life), Fridays and, (later….much later in life), Sunday mornings (as opposed to Sunday evenings (which obtain only for the ‘hopeful-because-how-could-you-have-known’ years earlier.)
scotts (Predator): any day except early in the morning, camping trips, drives across two states to see a girl/boyfriend … a special place for Saturday night (with the option on extending through whatever morning might be noted, after the fact)
rogers (Herd Members): Monday, Wednesday and Sunday. Damn! for a complicated people, them rogers have simple tastes in days of the week.

RePrint:

Sorry! Forgot to copy a RePrint post.

Good news, we think we have the code for text color. Attendez vous

This is blue?

It is!

ok. ok now to look up red.

Holy shit! It works!

Kinda blah for a red, maybe pink?

aightt!

well… (don’t tell anyone, but the point of all this color text is to hint at the speaker in a totally un-tagged dialogue… so lets try one more… let us know which you prefer. and remember ‘Mums the word!’

hmm! let the votation begin!

See ya at the Six!

* Tuesday, all things being equal, would be adjudged by clarks as the best day of the week. This for no other reason than it’s too early in the workweek to acquire excessive baggage in expectations and too far, (by a day), past the previous weekend, to have the events of those two ‘non-work-days’ do more than sting. Just a little.

** thx out to Mimi hey! New Readers!! She say something, you can take it to the bank as Doctrine.

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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!

1) technical art term

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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

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

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.”