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Mundae -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

Hey, clarks! Reminder: there is no bad predominant worldview. no less than/more than. just clarks, scotts and rogers. three personal realities, three ways to relate to the world around us and the people who make it up.

and, seeing how clarks tend to be the ones more inclined to consider the notion that a desire to self-improve oneself is a virtue not a sin. arguable that one’s desire in this regard is pro se and not an admission of fault (real and imagined (which, if one is still reading, is inclined to add ‘yeah, like there’s a difference’))

be that as it may, a little experiment this Mundae. A remembrance and celebration of a different time in this tale of the search for the secret of the universe.

Rather than a cut-paste of an old post, we will provide a link to an old post. In most part because we enjoyed the Comment section (of this post). Old ‘friends’ visiting and such.

New Readers: Extra Credit to the shouted, ‘What the hell! Just print the whole fricken thing and we can read what you want us to read. Without having to click yet another hyperlink. What are you, a clark or something? Sure, we get it. You don’t want to risk being criticized by a total stranger for self-promoting yourself. We get it, you’re not a roger. Neither are we, so, print the fuckin’ link and let the world be the judge as you’re sure it is but without the self-indulgence. Speaking from the obvious-by-now perspective of the third predominant worldview, life’s too short to worry about being good enough. being alive is, metaphysician-istically speaking, all you can ask for. everything else is what you do! Where’s that link. lol.

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Foundered by Lizzi R in Anno Domino 20 uh-oh, this grat blog has remained on most Top Ten lists of ‘Bloghops most likely to confuse well-intentioned first-time Participants while encouraging to-a-clearly-unhealthy-degree the anarchistic tendencies of bloggers who should really know better than to encourage the host.

Be that as it may, following is a list of the people, places, things and events that have inspired, suggested and otherwise resulted in our feeling grateful this week.

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) work

5) the Six Sentence Story bloghop

6) the Unicorn Challenge bloghop

7) the rather discouraging (for so-middle-of-Spring, you say?) weather we have been experiencing

8) hint of approaching non-Winter (top of post)

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3 New Readers? go ahead! ask! we promise(ish) not to make fun or anything

 

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  • there’s a funny story about this Fred clip (we were about to say something to the effect ‘too complicated for this space’ but then, a voice from the past whispered, ‘trust your Readers’. Anyway, live concert vid. everyone was a part of Fred’s group… ‘cept the horn section, so the story goes, was hired just for this gig.’ We tend to believe that. (starts at 01:20)

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

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

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

Hosted by Denise, there is one rule: Six (no more, no less) Sentenceses to the story.

Previously, in our serial story…

Prompt word:

FLAKE

“Hello….?”

The interior of the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro is of a design quite simple, a decor elegantly plain and possessed of a functionality that has been studied and debated, argued and analyzed by sociologists and event planners across the globe since the Proprietors opened its door.

At the present moment, the semi-dark Café manifested the eternal bartender’s admonition that “… but you can’t stay here.”

“Oh jeez louise, the party is over and you’re closed,” the voice, issuing from a point between the ruby-neon shore of light on the end of the bar nearest the door, was a rich blend of wistful sorrow, habitual calm and yet, beneath it lurked a contralto suited to threats and promises without restraint.

Like the flakiest of croissants or some other pastry that makes one ignore a contrived simile, the voices in the near-dawn dark offered a cocktail of counsel and consolation, “Sorry ma cheri, but hold you on that invitation, we always looking for an excuse to have interesting guest”; “Word,” this last from the Bartender leaning against the shelves of liquor, sparks of light bouncing among the colored bottles, “You got a name?”

“Violet. Simply, Violet…”

To the surprise of no one, Mimi smiled and Chris laughed and Nick blew a cloud of smoke at the ceiling and Denise leaned on the long, polished bar.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine [a Café Six] …all’s well that ends well.

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

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

Hosted by Denise, there is one rule: Six (no more, no less) Sentenceses to the story.

Previously, in our serial story…

Prompt word:

FLAKE

The tall, thin man tipped the wine bottle over the proffered glass until the briefest of up-pressure indicated sufficiency. He sat back in his wingback chair, the third side of a seating arrangement that was: leather in furniture fabric, dark-marble fireplace mantle and a day-at-the-beach in terms of ‘kick-back-and-relax’ vibe.

“Tom is still on sabbatical, but if you’d like we can order out,” Brushing at a suspiciously contrived flake of dandruff on the sleeve of, given he’d abandoned all hope of narrative credibility, his velvet smoking jacket, the Proprietor sipped his coffee.

“I have a confession to make,” the tall, thin man pressed his lips tightly together, as much a non-verbal mea culpa as he was capable, “I don’t remember, precisely,” a corner of his mouth twitched, “the painting you so enjoyed,” getting a bit rowdy, his head nodded upwards towards the wall above the fireplace.

“But, since the Six Sentence Café & Bistro is nothing if it is not the essence of virtual reality and creativity, say the word and I’ll conclude my dialogue with such a catalogue raisonné that your head’ll spin.”

The Author-Proprietor-otherwise-known-as-the Raconteuse, let her smile spark laughter and the two nearly-fictional characters enjoyed the quiet of the evening, as the April Fools Day3 celebration continued far into the night.

 

 

 

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Café Six] cont’d

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

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

Hosted by Denise, there is one rule: Six (no more, no less) Sentenceses to the story.

Previously, in our serial story…

Prompt word:

FLAKE

“There’s an old saying…”

The tall, thin man watched as Mimi‘s right eyebrow teased her lips only to have a frown try to head-off the laughter; it was no contest.

A good-natured, if not charitable, concession to anyone nearby who, upon observing one tall man and one not-tall woman in conversation might be tempted to believe they could extrapolate it’s content from non-verbal cues, the man turned to face the growing crowd at the Six Sentence Café & Bistro’s first April Fools Day3 open house.

“Oh…kay, I just made it up?”

Mimi smiled at Rosetta who, ferociously not paying attention to the two Proprietors, backed her way into the Ladies Room with a fresh supply of towels and hand lotion, then looked back at the man who had a green bar rag tucked in a twelve-hundred dollar Hermes reversible belt, “I’m sorry did I break your concentration? I didn’t mean to do that, please, continue…”

“… that no two snowflakes are identical, the blizzard knoweth not’ and how in heaven’s name did you manage that,” a nod towards the restrooms on the lighted end of the hallway, “miracle?”

 

 

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