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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘time to go a little old school’

August 15, 2015 By clarkscottroger

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What grades do you think of when you hear the expression, ‘old school’ (as in, ‘time to go a little old school’ or ‘that’s so old school, I love it!’)? I’ll be ever so grateful if it turns out that most of you picture grammar school in your heads and then laugh to yourself and resolve to write a comment. (1) For our new(er) Readers/TToTeer’s getting used to the circus-car-full-of-clowns that comprise the Rules, Exceptions, Options and Exceptions that are not only permitted, but encouraged, here at the bloghop-that-Lizzi-built, let me remind you that, for those more difficult weeks writing, we have the notion of hypo-gratitude… for example, ‘old school’ for me brings to mind ‘Our Lady of Mercy School’… run and taught by the sarcastically named Order of the Sisters of Mercy… I will be eternally hypo-grateful for those 6 years! (2). Speaking of ‘our Ms Rogers‘, she caused me to feel funny (in a good, but in no way creepy) when she tagged me on ‘the Facebook’ this week informing everyone about the elevation of ‘Frist’ to the status of ‘a Real Thing’! (3). My response was, (and seems to remain), “hey! cool!” which is saying something for a clark, right? (4).

Totally grateful for the ‘Gravity Challenge’ crew^christine^, ^kristi^, ^lisa^, ^val^, ^joy… they totally get me up in the morning. (5) Also grateful in a truly ambidextrous way for zoe (and her fairy blog mother, Josie) for her weekly dose of ‘hey grass hopper, go out and bring in the hibachi‘* aka Six Sentence Stories. (6) For reasons not quite clear, I hesitate when I try to express how much I welcome the opportunity to ‘play with those more skilled’ (7)

The tree house and home project have been neatly interactive this week, i.e. there is a gully formed by a small hill about 10′ before the stairs to the treehouse, so what happens, as you approach the stairs, is the path dips and rises, the length about ten feet, max depth about 3.5 feet. I’ve decided that I need to fill that in and make the approach path level and all. My source of dirt is on the other side of the property, about 500′ away and so, for a couple of lunch hours this week past, I’ve come home, fed Una changed clothes and moved the earth. (About half way there, probably another 20 or so wheelbarrow-worth to go). (8). I’m grateful to Lizzi and the co-hostinae for their liberal approach to the time-honored gratitude list, in the form of this here bloghop, i.e. anyone with the proper attitude can write pretty much anything and no one will say, ‘hey! get with the program, that’s not how it’s done’, well that surely must be number (9).

Although I usually end with SR 1.3, I’ll go a little more explicit and say, ‘I’m way grateful for the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) not only for what it offers me as a participant and how it also challenges me as a participant. More to the heart of the matter, I’m grateful that it’s very existence brings out the quality that is within anyone who writes a blog (at least anyone who writes more than, I don’t know, 5 posts over, say, 3 months…that is probably where the curve starts to climb), the drive and desire for creating section of reality that is your own, like the clubhouse or indoors fort (usually constructed with large furniture and stolen blankets and, often accompanied by rules such as ‘can’t touch the floor’)… like that, only we’re adults now. well, sorta (10).

(oh man!! Why didn’t ya tell me this was Woodstock Weekend??!! well, here’s a little Joe Cocker… to get you in the mood while you dig out the tie-dyed t-shirts and fringe jackets and head bands! ) (young people? too bad… it was cool)

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘Wednesday late, Thursday soon’

August 13, 2015 By clarkscottroger

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Zoe (aka Ivy) at Uncharted has this thing, ‘Six Sentence Stories‘ which is fun for anyone who enjoys reading and/or writing a blog, which is you, because here you are, at the end of the lead-in sentence. You could have clicked through, gone on to something less…personally challenging, I don’t know, something like www.eloise’s-crocheting-for-sensual-satisfaction.com or http://cars-and-broads-sensitivity-training.org (a really popular government-sponsored public health website).

Speaking for myself, I’m glad you decided to stick around. You don’t even have to write a Six Sentence Story, (‘though that would be really cool, if’n you did!’). This is a blog for those who like to learn and be amazed and amused at what the skillful arrangement of words, (along with some punctuation), can produce.

…at the sound of the match being struck, the inside of his eyelids began to glow, like a flashlight under the bedcovers of a child attempting to continue reading past the darkness imposed by adults.

“remember, you promised, one candle only“, holding his hand up, tears of light cast on his shadowed face, “only one.”

She knew he meant it, she knew that the fear was beyond her reach, and, as much as she projected a worldly confidence, knew that there was something different about the night ahead, ‘Seeing how you’ve known him for, what, a week? you’re acting pretty darn confident’, her thought filling the silence created as the wind, which had been blowing for the last two days, suddenly quieted, accentuating the flickering pool of candlelight that brushed the walls of the cabin.

“I did promise and I won’t do anything that would hurt you, but you need to trust me. Now take off your clothes‘, her voice, connecting the shadows of the walls to the candle’s single point of light, filled the space between them, a command and an invitation.

He lowered his hand, eyes learning to see, in the newly created light.

…and the wind began to rise.

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- my god! it’s the opposite of last week’s ‘photo Post’, it …it’s the ‘radio edition!!’

August 8, 2015 By clarkscottroger

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<photo 1><4 year old Chodsky Pes sitting in the front passenger seat of an A4 as the car travels, at speeds not exceeding 10 mph, over the streets of Hope Valley, RI. The passenger side window (now beginning to acquire a patina of dog slobber) is open to a halfway point, allowing the dog (‘Una’) to put her entire head (but no more) outside the car. Una’s nose is flaring at a very high rate, her ears are back, the very image of a dog ‘on a scent’. Every 39 seconds, Una pulls her head back into the car, looks out the through the windshield, looks over to me, smiling a smile (that aficionados of canines work constantly for), then back out the window.>

Interesting week. Lets try to make it more interesting.

1)
<photo 2><a computer screen showing the Post Editor view of the most current Post of ‘the 2 Mile Run presents, ‘the Gravity Challenge’. All photos, except for the writer’s. are embedded in the Post, (Titled: August 8, 2015 …the last day of the week for all ‘G Challengers’ well done, yo, well done. clearly, this blog has a huge jones for salacious and provocative Post titles.) The variety of scale readouts that are evidenced in the photos that are pasted above each participant’s name immediately jumps out at the viewer… some are full readouts of old analog scales and others are digital readouts and one…. one seems to have a little person in it. One assumes that the participants enjoy variety.>

First item for this week’s TToT: everyone over at the ‘Gravity Challenge‘ Kristi and Christine, Val and Lisa and Joy we’ve all been have a satisfying time at the ‘G Challenge’ this week.

2)
<photo 3><comprised of what one might refer to as ‘hillocks’… (assuming one was living and writing in 14th Century England, of course) the trees in the area leading the treehouse are pine, yet the tree that the treehouse is built on is maple. The stairs lead to a door that opens into the interior, the walls have rectangular openings and there is, just a hint of a deck, projecting off the far side of the structure. The roof is visible and is a dark grey asphalt shingle. The sides are un-finished pine. Overall, the effect is: small house set in a tree in a clearing in a wood. Maybe not hobbits, but (possibly) Huck Finn.>

Second item: Phyllis’s treehouse project. The construction is complete, the window openings are next, current thinking is, roll-up bamboo screens/shades

3) well, how often have we done a total photo TTOT post? that does kinda sound like fun… Kristi and Val and very good at that format… will have to give it a try. For this Item, lets say that I’m grateful that I don’t have to write a description for a full ten items, and let it go at that.

4)
<photo 4><the western sky from the backyard at about 3:32 one afternoon this week past, property is mostly pine trees and so, even with the clearing for the house and yard, the horizon is always at about 65° the foreground is trees to the left blending in to the dark shape of the back of the house and the second floor deck, behind and above center is a sky that is that totally amazing ‘school-is-about-to-start-again-blue’ in the center of this blue field are rows of clouds… in an wavy pattern (straight waves or curvy waves) parallel rows disappearing into the dark woods below and dissipating into the strong blue above… they are of a grayish color that would not have you thinking, ‘shit! I just washed my car’! and they are somewhat fluffy…. as fluffy as clouds might be and still be clearly defined rows.> aka ‘a mackerel sky’ and an indicator of precipitation within 24 hours.

Fourth Item: the appreciation, not only of clouds and digital cameras, but also of acquiring knowledge (predictive qualities of clouds) that can be interesting, amusing or intriguing.

5) zoe and her damn Six Sentence Challenge!! I love it and I hate it. (you know, one of the first things that struck me about this blog thing is how good the writers (of blogs) are and how, at least in terms of those I came into contact with at the beginning, courteous and encouraging they were (and are) to me in my efforts to: a) present the Wakefield Doctrine in a way that would allow anyone to read it, understand it, use it and benefit by it and 2) learn to write good in any event, as everyone is getting from this here Post here, I’m really taking the ‘improve by practice’ thing to heart. hey z thanks a lot!

6) got a chance to do some physical labor this week! In the form of one of my all time favorite things to do: dig holes and move the earth from here…. to over there! (I’d try for a ‘photo description’ of me and shovel and shell barrow, but there’s not enough time to brush up on my DH Lawrence)

7) the Wakefield Doctrine well, just because it’s become the thing that allows me to believe that the things I’ve allows wanted to believe I could develop within myself are, in fact, already within and… and! there’s a chance that if I really put myself into it…. I can become… (whatever it is that, while not necessarily making me a real person, will dull the edge of the part of myself that contends with my status as an Outsider).

8) Lizzi and the co-hostinae and them here at the TToT (yeah, damn! if I thought of this Item at the beginning, I might have had the time… and the energy, to take on a photo description of them… probably just as well, surely get myself in trouble trying that!)

9) Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) if for no other reason than SR 1.3

10) SR 1.3

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Mon. Day. -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘ a fun little re-print Post from the way, early days of this here blog here’

August 3, 2015 By clarkscottroger

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On this past Saturday Night’s call-in, zoe happened to stop by and we have a very enjoyable conversation. (‘We’ being zoe and Denise and me.) In any event, the conversation veered (as all good conversations do), to the topic of ‘Six Sentence Stories‘, which is, of course, the very challenging (in a good way) prompt-blog that zoe is curating (for Josie). And at one point someone said something that made me think… ah! I could use that for next week’s Six. Upon further reflection, I fortunately realized that that never works.* But, I like to start the week with a Post, so, I went and found the Post (?!?! yeah, I know! that, in and of itself is pretty amazing) and here in it’s entirety is the Post titled,

‘oh man!… what is it now?’ (2009)

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine. Sorry to dissappoint, but the Interview with the roger(Progenitor) is not complete and as such is nowhere near ready to Post. Sunday is a time when I try to get something/anything new in but was drawing a major blank until the name James Joyce flashed against my 3am brain and so we are going to walk to amateur experimental-writing land this morning. And by the way there is something weird about trying to write like this and yes I will tell you something you do not in fact know but the loss or surrender of most punctuation is really hard on the typing. Thank god for the occaisional period although I don’t know how many of them I have left but for some reason doing this Post the way I am I am mis-spelling alomst every third word I promise that I will spellcheck this thing and not put you throught that ordeal or misspelling everything in the name of an art for which I have no techniques be warned though I did look up EE Cummings before I started and at the first opportunity I know I will jam a reference to his stuff. My mother used to have an expression that went a little knowledge is a dangerous thing I think this is an example of what she meant although she died in 1979 and could not have imagined this particular form of acting without regard to justification. Although she (my mother) was a clark of the first order so I would bet that she would have no problem accepting the strangeness of this Post. We clarks are good at that we will witness the second coming and not show a reaction. But she was a clark in all the classic forms of expression you must allow for the time/culture she existed in which for my purposes and perception would be the 1950s through the 1970s. But as a clark she was the perfect selfless-to-a-fault mother and just in case there was any doubt about here type (clark, scott or roger) she has a 3rd grade school teacher. Hey no clark there. Anyway not sure how i got off on that tangent. Damd did i just lose capital letters? Oh well what can you do. so i was saying i brushed up on ee cumming because we all had the wednesday in spring 5th grade english class that started on the poetry and who did not like the phrase and the world was puddle wonderful? but the fun for me was that he did not need to use punctuation or even particularly spell things right and he certainly felt free to make up his own words. i never got much into that poetry thing then but like so much i am only now coming to appreciate things that i thought at a previous time i just did not have the time for. and maybe that is part of what this post is saying to me. while it is not uncommon to put things off, i am coming to an understand only now of how there is not a later for things to get done and as i look back i realise how much time i wasted. this is not a negative thought rather for me this realization produces in me the acceptance and will that whatever i might find of interest today i should and must invest all i have to invest in it now, not later. yeah, yeah i know kind of basic, mature adult looking at life shit. bear with me am filling up the page and can get out hopefully without a topic but no, i stayed too long. so i was talking with downspring glenn, who of course is a scott you saw his interview last week and we got on the subject of post writing and what to do when there is no topic. he is just a scott and as such is strongest in the here and now where all those people live but afterall all of us participating in this Doctrine thing are no more a pure form of our type than we are neither so as an evolved scott glenn is able and quite helpful in working on the development of the Doctrine at least as far as this current effort to bring it to the world. did I get off on a tangent? how the fuck could you tell? this stuff is probably harder to write than it is to read at least you can stop at any point an say yeah that was cute that was creative so when is there a point going to be made and maybe i will just check back in on tuesday or so. and btw i have no idea of what the appropriate music is going to be with this odd little post but if the cat smiles it will be what it needs to be. where was i oh yeah, glenn and the discussion of topics for posts. he said hey why don’t you write about the differences between… and then a number of suggestions most sports as a vehicle for comparing clarks, scotts and rogers. i think he suggested baseball, football and golf i said sure that sounds like a good idea and then he moved on to compare the three stooges which he realized we had already done in person i think talking with downspring joanne who i want to thank for her efforts at working on the questionaire which no else is helpin on. damn i wish i still had itlaics. anyway glenns last suggestion was pick a person in the world that you really hate and tell them how much you hate them and why you hate them. good idea. i hate glenn very much much and it is because he is so scottian at times that i don’t understand…ha ha got you going for a second huh? glenn it is strange how presentation changes everything. words are the point but how important is how they are arranged/laid out/presented/fuckin typed? apparently it makes all the difference in the world. so to complete this minor cycle in the overall arch of the post and my spelling is really going downhill, i hoep that this thing does not decide that spelloing does not matter as grammar and everything else seems to not matter. will do my best to hold on to the last shred of coherency almost done. anyway since we always include some new information about the wakefield doctrine in every post. hey do they still do the prizes in boxes of cereal? i still remember the whole digging to the bottom of the box of frosted flakes looking for the prize that was invariably contained in some kind of white paper envelope that was sealed around the edges in a most peculiar way. the lesson? oh yeah hazel used to use that expression the oh yeah thing jeez what a not to be described yet total energy black hole that hole my hazel relationship thing was. even allowing for the first relationship effect which is cheating here because if you bring up a significant life event i don’t think you should try to control it by laying a in-retrospect i certainly understand what i …blah blah blah but it was the focal point of my existance while it was happening and for too many years after it was over. wtf where the hell am i? where are my caps, my parentheses, jeez louise it is a lot easier to get lost in this rather tedious technique than it is to get out. must find paragraph key…i now it is here somewhere none of the keys have letters anymore shit try something hit any k)y ok {? maye hit1234 nah numbers \

Ah! I’m out! Thank you jesus! I am out of that, that, a lot funnier to read than to write, thing. Whew, man I thought that would never end.
Hey, plenty of white space filled in…maybe I can just tie up a few loose thoughts, find some music and put this bad boy in the category: ‘Keep one as Proptype, cancel production run”

Damn, what little typing skills I had, seem a bit messed up by this little experiment. Alright loose end tying time, (in no particular order):

there was a person by the name of hazel; my mother was, in fact, a 3rd grade teacher (quite a good one, but she was a clark); hey I gots italics!; golf is a clarklike sport; football is scottian and baseball is the rogerian sport.

Alright. Now for some music….(man! I just ‘previewed’ this Post, jesus christ what a mess! am thinking of putting music first, be weird but that really, totally is a meaningless term at least for today.) Nah…better put it down here, someplace for the Reader to run to:

So…

* we’re all so good at this Doctrine, I have no need to elaborate

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “…a noun, a verb and a participle walk into a bar.”

July 30, 2015 By clarkscottroger

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Here we are at Thursday already, which means it’s time of the delightful, self-induced torment that accompanies my determined effort to meet the challenge of zoe (nee Josie)’s ‘Six Sentence Story‘. It’s fun. It’s aggravating and I believe I learn something every time I hit publish.

It took only a glance to know the TV antenna was damaged beyond repair, the real question was how to disconnect it and throw it from the roof, thin metal arms bent in every possible direction, a single mass, courtesy of the wires that connected the parts and once gave life and function to this relic of pre-cable TV. Wire cutters and an increasing desire to be anywhere but on a roof, made subtlety and finesse the briefest of distractions, clip<>…clip<>…pull<<…clip<>…pull<<, free of attachments, all that remained was to move it to the roof’s edge where, after glancing over the edge, a single push on the tangled mess, and the post-storm job was over.

…almost, because the worst still lay ahead, as everything about the ladder screamed uncertainty and danger. Having no other choice, he turned back, facing the only solid spot in his world that wasn’t 16 feet down, stepped out into the air, found a rung with his right foot, committed his weight and the ladder, slid on the wet deck below, moving in the only direction possible, outward, the once solid ladder turning into something that moved, and moving downwards faster than his field of vision could account for, became un-important. As he continued in the falling, a variety of things acquired importance and value, as they came into view, the gutter on the edge of the roof, approached him from below, the thought, “..in the movies‘ filled his mind, temporarily displacing the non-verbal, non-rational, primal thoughts: ‘STOP FALLING” (and) “GRAB SOMETHING”, like the darkness of a romantic evening, washed out by the light of a Sunday morning, the gutter kept moving by, passing from down to up, once out of sight, losing all significance.

Hitting the wooden deck below, his first feeling was relief, that there was something underneath him that remained in place, there followed then, the cautious checking of what he was, before the world stopped mattering, moving first arms and then legs and finding everything moving as he would will them, lay back in the rain and waited for his world to re-assemble.