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-the Wakefield Doctrine- (‘it’s time to kick some devil butt*’)

October 6, 2015 By clarkscottroger

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

*Fred Hammond’s introduction to ‘Let the Praise Begin’, the next to the last track on the reprint section of this Post.

If you enjoy (modern) Gospel music, you gots to listen to Fred! Not that I go to church, but if my church had this kind of music, I might still be there… no, wait. I was brought up catholic and there is no way in the multiverse that I could imagine this kind of un-restrained, joyous music coming out of the building (to be fair, when I grew up they were still speaking Latin. I understand there’s been some changes since that time.)

hey I just listened to the first cut, which I also really enjoy, so maybe my problem with the church music of my childhood wasn’t the music, but my perception of it! I mean, I enjoy listening to ‘Caritas abundat in omnia’ (the first track in the reprint). But then, that is what the Wakefield Doctrine is all about, isn’t it? Perspective.

One might say that perspective is the ‘personal’ in ‘personal reality’. So, if you want to better understand the other person, or persons in your lives, then (we all) would benefit by allowing for these other (personal) realities, and the way to do that is acquire a different perspective. This is what we mean when we say that the most useful thing inherent in the principles of the Wakefield Doctrine is that it helps us to, ‘appreciate how the other person is relating themselves to the world around them’. Now, the Wakefield Doctrine, as a personality theory, proposes that there are three characteristic ways that people relate themselves to the world around them, as:

an Outsider (clarks): bad posture, poor enunciation, painfully shy, insanely creative
a Predator (scotts): great friends, terrifying enemies, psychotically protective mothers and sure-I’ll-rob-this-gas-station,-if-that’s-what-you-really-want girlfriends/boyfriends
Herd Member (rogers): meticulous and precise, patient to a fault and capable of reading (and believing) every word of the instruction manual (and…and!! waiting until it’s completely read before assembling!!!)

…. the re-print? oh, that!

Jen Kehl used to do this music blog hop Twisted MixTape back in 2013… it was a fun way to do Tuesday. Jen has a blog consultation service (and assorted other useful things) go see her, tell her the Doctrine sent ya!

(from Oct0ber 22, 2013)

Well, this surely will be an interesting week, MizTape-wise. Our Host(s) Jen Kehl and Kristi McNichol have advised us to ‘think spiritual’ for this week’s MixTape. Given that I was taught from a time before I can remember that, in polite company, ‘one simply never discusses politics and religion’, I am in a bit of a quandary. I really enjoy our tunesome Tuesdays and yet, that pesky up-bringing thing. Well, as we say at the Wakefield Doctrine, if it walks like a nun and quacks like a minister, then it must be… (sorry, last minute deadline pressure got the better of me. The Wakefield Doctrine does have something to say about religion, seeing as you have already brought up the topic. When it comes to matters of the soul and deities and such, then: clarks are spiritual, rogers are religious and scotts… they pretty much decide on which sect has the hottest clergy and/or offer the most opportunity to get some…enlightenment.)

Alright! That takes cares of the mandatory, ‘hey-we’re-blog writers-and-music-fans-write-something-profound-insightful-or-failing-that-weirder-than anything’ Done…Done….(and)…Done!

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Caritas abundat in omnia – Hildegard von Bingen

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Elected – Alice Cooper
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fs6AExtcNEQ
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Old Time Mix – Fred Hammond

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Let the Praise Begin – Fred Hammond

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Oh What a Night – Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDxhugRKZ8g
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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘…the beat goes on and on, and on and on’

September 26, 2015 By clarkscottroger

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

Today is Saturday and Saturday is the beginning of the weekend, which means that it’s time of the TToT Post. This, (the Post, not the weekend or Saturday or even Today), is an exercise in gratitude, which is not all girlie and school-like as it may sound! Sure, there are mostly girl-centric writers found in the pages of the weekend bloghop, but! we got Rich Rumple and, once there was this guy, Jak, who wrote a mean Grat List, but then went off on The Quest for the Missing Consonant. What I think I’m trying to say here is that this bloghop not only has something for everyone, but it’s a good thing to do (for yourself). Further, if you’re new to this thing and worried about the pressure of producing a full 10 Items each and every week, then I have two words: ‘the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules)’* The BoSR/SBoR is there to assure us that to write whatever we have within, provided the intent (of our efforts), is in keeping with the intent of this exercise. But, enough about you!! Lets hear about me and my week and things.

1) computer Solitaire. This, second only to spending 3 years sweeping the Monastery floors with one of the straw broom things and getting whacked upside the head by the Dali Lambchop (or Master Po or… Mother Superior) every week, is the most helpful tool for centering oneself and appreciating how easy it is to self-sabotage ourselves as we go through our daily effort at life. (what happens, if you play enough solitaire, is that, you will, if you are very lucky, catch yourself ‘cheating to lose’.)

2) gotta go with a standard (for these Pages): technology! To be able to see something oddly….almost startling beautiful is one thing, to be able to capture it in a photo, as I did this week (and is my ‘lead photo’) is very very gratitudisicous

3) hey! almost missed one! To (still) be able to notice the odd and the unusual and the semi-beautiful and other cool shit out there each and every day

4) the work I do allows me freedom from routine, (in exchange for intermittently, very high levels of stress), and I get to wander about, on guard for adventure or simply the occasional rabbit hole

5) (Hypo-gratitude Item): the weather. While it’s not exactly bad weather, it’s so not Summer anymore. I mourn the absence of sweat and feel of a sun-baked steering wheel in my hands and 113 degree leather seats under my…. seat. Only 9 more months ’til Summer!

6) every list has a dog in it! (Una, of course! Every Friday, we go for a 7 mile-an-hour walk and she gets to sample the world beyond her own yard)

7) shout out to the bloghops that no week would be complete without: the Gravity Challenge and the Six Sentence Story and, this week, a blast from the past: Finish the Sentence Friday!! Kristi and them are still at it and it’s a very good ‘hop. It was, in fact, the first bloghop I participated in… sort of the wait-until-no-one-was-looking-and-jump-in-the-deeper-end-of-the-pool experience (I’ll reserve the visuals for Rich and Jak and all)

8) Phyllis for not only reading my blog (not constantly, like, say me…. but occasionally, which, as we all know, is saying something. Spouses and such are normally not that…focused on the imaginary world that so many of us spend so much of our time living in.)

9) sort of hypo-gratitude but, not really… just one of those experiences that, while not enjoyable tends to, somehow be beneficial: I have this property that had a tenant who had to leave the property, (so the seller could sell it), and he had a white German Shepherd that apparently he couldn’t take with him, so he gave the dog to the abutting neighbor. That’s not such a terrible thing, (at least not for me). What is terrible, (as a result of my limited capacity for emotional response), is that when I go to inspect the property, (roughly once a week), (if he’s out) the dog will run… run up to my car and then sniff me and walk back to his (new) home. I do, in fact, apologize outloud each time, ‘sorry man, wrong human‘ and I hope that helps, but as far as I can tell, he hasn’t found the person he is waiting for. kinda sad. but it helps me improve myself, (if I’m up to it), each time he demonstrates this loyalty and hope that is not, as far as I can observe, diminished by repeated disappointment.

10) SR 1.3

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*yeah, never miss a chance at this joke…somehow it still cracks me up, every single time I use it!! go figure

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09/24/15 -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘you’re right! the date does add up to a number with 6 in it! It must be Thursday!’

September 24, 2015 By clarkscottroger

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

Once again, I’m apparently taking purposeful refuge in mis-understanding the week’s prompt. Clearly the word is ‘axes’. In my defense, my intention was to establish the plural of that word, but alas, mis-logism reigned, (once more), and a story grew, around the word ‘axis’. Please don’t tell anyone, especially zoe/ivy! She puts a lot of effort into this Thursday bloghop, the Six Sentence Stories and, seemingly every week, I show up and mess up the word prompt, all semi-rogerian confidence, never letting the facts get in the way of my imagination.

The Clockwork, the Mortal Axis and the World

“And these little dots,” the black magic marker moved around the big red circle in the center of a spiral-bound note book, the newly placed dots showing a practiced randomness, “show what can happen, even when we successfully remove all of the primary tumor,” the physician’s voice was directed at the man and woman sitting on the far side of the desk, yet his eyes never rose from the drawing, clearly more comfortable with the certainty of his illustration than the reaction of the people who were watching the pad with dutiful eyes.

Ironically, the good health of the couple, combined with the suddenness of the diagnosis, resulted in finding themselves in the office of a highly rated surgeon, (“Blue Cross Blue Shield is listening and knows that you want to take responsibility for your healthcare!“), who was, nevertheless, a total stranger. Despite (or because) of this, both halves of the couple were at their personal strongest and personal weakest, as is sometimes the way with long married couples, the strength each had was intended for the other, the weakness, a deception that both wished for the other, yet accepted for themselves.

The Doctor continued his lecture in that patiently-focused manner shared by successful dog trainers and beloved kindergarten teachers, he chose to believe (without actually being aware of his decision), that the distant look on the face of the patient indicated non-comprehension or, worse, in his opinion, the refusal to come to grips with a problem that he was demonstrating his competency to solve.

The man, sensing the approach of a turning point, probably the last level spot on an un-seen roller coaster, decided that he had to do something and took advantage of a momentary pause (between metastasize and mortality) to say, “I believe you know Bill Hendron, a client of mine, he said to give you his regards, apparently the two of you did your internship at the same hospital, what a small world, isn’t it?”

“Oh! I haven’t heard that name in years, Bill’s an exceptional physician, up at Children’s Hospital in Boston, isn’t he?” as the Doctor spoke, there began a change, as if the world, (or at least this small and private section of it, a doctors office and a doctor presenting his prognosis), were a revolving stage, almost imperceptibly, the physician was beginning to see two people in his office, instead of two patients, …the clockwork of the world, the wheels and gears of that mortal axis, moving the stage, (as Shakespeare would like it), backdrops and props exchanged, the actors remain yet relate differently to one and another, the way that they relate themselves to the world around them, making all the difference to quality of the un-folding drama.

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘…when characters in a favorite book step out of the pages’

September 19, 2015 By clarkscottroger

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Phyllis and Una

Easy one, no? I mean, serially, there was: a roadtrip with our dog, going to a place on the shore of a salted sea, wide bridges that arched over salt ponds and harbors, mingling with strangers who brought their dogs to breakfast, slowly and quietly finding passage through urban blight only a car-width away, through a clean windshield gazing at cages, tall and cold and finding electrons turned flesh and blood, exchanging keystrokes for hugs that conveyed warmth and life.

That was my week ….your’s?

photos of yesterday and the week before….

(oh yeah, 6) the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules, 10) SR 1.3)

so a little pictorial remeberationing,

‘yesterday’s walk with Una and, unfortunately average speed for 5 hours through NYC last Friday’

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the scene from my office window yesterday, a bunch of antiques cars pulled in across the street and, when I spotted the guy in the white shirt and hat, I had to say, ‘damn! talk about devoted hobbits’* * lol… ask zoe or maybe joy, they’ll explain the joke

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down the street from our Bed&Breakfast in Ocean City…. ‘I immediately thought, hey! we should say hi for kristi’* (like when someone says they’re from, say, Chicago, someone is always available to say, ‘hey do you know so-and-so?’)

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a remarkably depressing cultural/architectural artifact… one of the mega housing complexes as we approached NYC… made me think of the line from a Jimi Hendrix song, (‘Up from the Skies’): “I heard some of you got your families, living in cages tall & cold…:

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…finally, as always, there’s:

ok… link up, binyons!

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Six Sentence Stories -the Wakefield Doctrine- can you imagine that!?!

September 17, 2015 By clarkscottroger

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

zoe/ivy is here today, because it’s Thursday and, as we all know, Thursday is the day for the Six Sentence Story bloghop. Tape my word for it, it is. Each week we’re given a ‘word prompt’ and challenged to write a story in six sentences. Pretty simple, isn’t it? No, not it’s not. But it’s satisfying and aggravating and frustrating and, ultimately …quite gratifying.

The two farm roads that converged to create the ‘four corners’, (earning that spot along the ridge running through the open farmland of rural CT, the title of ‘Town’), were covered in snow by Halloween, promising a winter that might earn the honor of being a reference-winter, forever available when, in the heat of Summer, people seek relief from one weather extreme by discussing another.

“Oh, aye-yah!…it’s a cold one, not as cold as ’67, a course, now that was a cold winter‘, the old men, gnome-like commentators on life, weather and the state of hope for the citizens of the Voluntown, gathered to the warmth of the wood stove, in the back center of McCormack’s, the Town’s grocery/hardware/clothing/farm supply and drugstore.
‘The Apothecary‘, Miss Eldridge would call it, ever alert to bestow the benefits of her calling, (one might call her the School Marm, if not overly concerned with the maternal inference in the title), upon whoever was in earshot, the use of the old-fashioned word gave her pleasure, as if, rather than inviting mockery of her age and social status, it enhanced it, much like a visit to a Victoria’s Secret store might create a self-perceived desirability, her perfect enunciation transforming the rustic store/supply house (now an Apothecary), magically transformed into a sophisticated and refined urbane nightspot, seething with men and women stalking their evening dreams.

I grew up in the 1960s and I survived the ’70s. Even with that level of existential survival-training, I’m seriously at risk of losing my grasp on the here and now, mostly because the ‘here’ seems to be an old-fashioned country store, and the ‘now’, well, it sure isn’t where I left off last night. The sudden feeling of discontinuity triggers my survival response, I make no sudden moves, do not make eye contact with anyone, (the ‘anyone’ seem to be two old men sitting by a black pot-bellied stove, a woman dressed all in grey who has a look on her face that seems to be privately excited), I can feel a door being opened behind me, more by the increased illumination on the back of the store than by actual sound, from behind me, like I needed an additional surprise, came a man’s voice, overly-dressed in friendly concern,

‘I assure you, Miss Eldridge, he is just not your tape“.