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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “a Six Sentence Café & Bistro Six …cont’d”

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, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.

Previously, in our tale

Prompt word:

FUNCTION

The tall, thin man slowed as he approached Room 215; the walk from the ground floor Café & Bistro would have been as quick as from the convenience store to your car except for the soul-battering whorls of darkness that lined the hallways at random intervals.

Lighting a cigarette he walked past doors, some marked with normal alphanumeric numbers, other by sigils of a decidedly foreign character and still others were un-marked which was, somehow, worse; smoking produced a twofold benefit: inhaling deeply, the nicotine dumped dopamine-laden memories of pleasure in times passed and as a bonus, the darkness that inhabited the empty hallways viewed his self-destructive habit with approval.

Now standing at the door to Room 215, the Proprietor recalled the hastily-prepared Seller Disclosure provided when he, Mimi,  Denise, Chris and Nick, (the majority of the Proprietors who voted to purchase the abandoned mill building), might have been a bit on the sketchy side in listing material (or immaterial) defects to the property.

Without warning, an earworm, no doubt thrown by one of the dark-streams as a maleficent distraction prior to entering the room; his memory/auditory lobes wrestled like a sophomore coed at her first kegger into connecting the words ‘function’ and junction’ all embedded in a catchy scat-jazz tune.

Hand on the knob, the tall, thin man heard a rhythmic thumping overlayed with a metal on metal tone that sounded just plain sad; stepping into the room, he saw the dumbwaiter on it’s right side on the floor, it’s left hand and arm raising and lowering a card;

{Where Did Everyone Go?}

{Not Again…∩ ! }

 

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Wednesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

the matter of secondary and tertiary aspects, briefly, hopefully succinctly and therefore, for the typical* Wakefield Doctrine Reader, useful

First:

Predominant worldviews, aka personality types:

  • clarks (the Outsider) the person who relates to the world around them as would one who suspects they are different and, human nature being what it is, becomes wary of letting other know of this deficiency.
  • scotts (the Predator) the ‘most natural’ of the three; pronounced prey drive, minimal need for introspection, lives to act with an emphasis on motion and aggression
  • rogers (the Herd Member) the reason we have: culture (don’t judge, it’s a way relative accomplishment), technology because 2 + 2 is four with more certainty even than that which they ascribe to the ideal of the Right Way

Secondary aspects: since one has a predominant worldview, (and only one), that is a manifestation of the individual’s relationship with reality, the ‘other two’ remain, to a varying degree, an influence on a person’s perception of reality. Usually a secondary aspect is noticed in times of duress. If it offers a value that the individual can appreciate, it tends to be cultivated. A secondary or tertiary aspect cannot supplant or replace or otherwise have co-equal effect with the predominant aspect.

know why?

Because! Because this Doctrine system is not an assessment of self-reported inclinations, likes or dislikes. The Wakefield Doctrine is not a schema of observed preferences, tropisms or ‘rather do this than that’ in terms of an individual’s behavior.

The ‘personality type’ in the context of the Doctrine is simply a label identifying the social strategies, systemic behavioral adaptations based on the reality into which an infant finds themselfs at a very early age. In a sense, it is more accurate (but less fun) to say one is a mature, developed native to the reality of Outsiders, Predators and Herd Members. And, as such, act appropriately to the reality they experience on a personal, day-to-day basis.

This is why the likelihood of: “Hey! I got a strong secondary scottian aspect. I’ve seen me in action. I’m gonna practice all day/every day acting on impulse, pursuing prey and living in the here and now!! Then I’ll become a scott. Or, at very least some kind of hybrid.

No. No you won’t.

You will still wake up to a personal reality described (by this Wakefield Doctrine system) as that of: the Outsider/the Predator/the Herd Member.

You (dear Reader) currently have the perfect personality type.

…for the reality in which you grew up and developed and matured.

ya know?

 

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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

yes, this is was the first in the Wakefield Doctrine fashion line

ok, still in ‘Summer is Over Denial’.

What say we include a personal antidote?

We, your humble Curator, almost went to Woodstock.

(damn! this write-the-white-off-the-page cure for writer’s block thing really does work!)

We’ll still do the RePrint (from way, ago in the first years) but before that, lets throw out a bit of chum into the currently still water of the Sea of Fiction:

The short, innocuous-sounding phrase: ‘I Almost’ can be a lodestone of regret and remorse of unimaginable power in the hands/mind of a clark.’

 

lets save that bad-boy for later in the day, eh wot?

RePrintageL

Buy No Milk. Stop Max’s Hippy Music Festival

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

Given the apparent demographic of the readership of the Wakefield Doctrine, what else would we do a Post on today, other than the anniversary of “three days of filth and harmony” that was the Woodstock Music and Arts Festival? I know I wasn’t there, but given the reports from my contemporaries (at the start of the 1969 school year), the only people that I knew who didn’t attend Woodstock was me and my mother. (And I cannot account for her whereabouts for most of Saturday and a good part of Sunday.)

I’m sure the blogosphere is bursting at it’s digital seams with Posts commemorating this event, seeing how those of us from that era that still have (most) of our faculties are now in possession of the megaphone of the 21st Century, i.e. a blog. Unfortunately for us, the format of this blog does not lend itself to clever word-play relating to our subject. (with the exception of the “filth and harmony” expression, which I will lay claim to, no doubt along with 85% of my contemporaries). But hey let’s try anyway!

….”by the time I got to Woodstock,
I had half my brain still left.”…

Yeah, well maybe I should leave the clever wordplay to someone else, I was there man!

And for the record? The expression “far out” (and) “far out, man” was used as repetitiously as Arlo makes it sound.

Hey out of time (for now).

You know, been thinking about the participation levels around here and I remembered that I recognise that if people are given something for nothing, they tend to place about that value on the thing. So…you want clever Post here?

(….be my guest)

(btw clarks, while not recognised by that name at the time, would have {in fact, did} totally rejected the herd mentality (read: rogerian) as evidenced by the whole peace, love and understanding bullshit.)

So you want more of a Post? Then go ahead and send in the material…(I will paste into a Post-like format)

First up some corraborating information for DownSpring glenn’s Comment:

“In April 1969, newly-minted superstars Creedence Clearwater Revival were the first act to sign a contract for the event, agreeing to play for $10,000. The promoters had experienced difficulty landing big-name groups prior to the Bay Area swamp rockers committing to play. Creedence drummer Doug Clifford later commented “Once Creedence signed, everyone else jumped in line and all the other big acts came on.” Given their 3 a.m. start time and non-inclusion (at Creedence frontman John Fogerty’s insistence) in the Woodstock film, Creedence members have expressed bitterness over their experiences at the famed festival.” (wikipedia 2010)

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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

so we’re about at the end of Summer, which can only mean one thing: school shirts.

As with most of this blog, we place less value on the certainty that what we write makes sense to any random Reader and all of it (value) on those who get it.

Unlike the vast majority of popular of general and special interest blogs, we rely on a certain quality of Reader.

Of course, from all reports, the blogosphere is not what it was back in 2009 when we wrote our first post.

It was a glorious time. A time of ideas and acceptance and the rogerian bloggers covered the landscape, as far as the eye could read.

but, we digress

in the earliest of Doctrine posts we spoke of people with a certain quality, call it intellectual adventurism. A self-confidence that encourages experimentation and embraces the odd and unusual.

As with most things Doctrine, (and implicitly one’s efforts to become fluent in the perceptual dialect of the world as experienced by three predominant worldviews (aka clarks/Outsiders, scotts/Predators and rogers/Herd Members), the more one learns, the more there is to see/experience.

But today the magic word is ‘school shirt’.

not for nothin’ but the Wakefield Doctrine is, when you cut out the fun (like who would want to do that?!?) is simply a metaphor, albeit a behavioral metaphor.

And god know, your Curator do loves them metaphors.

To the shirts (new) and you’ll be free to wander the earth (for today).

So the weather becomes humid. But the morning sky is a deep blue. The search for fun becomes increasingly desperate. Unspoken is the challenge: What Did You Do this Summer?

…and then the school shirt. Smelling of plastic, tissue paper rustling dryly and glinting, the pins. If you are too young, the command arrives, “Try one on. Let’s sit if if fits.”

The smell of industrial starch in the perfectly smooth fabric is part of the plan to distract you from that one last pin. As much as you shake out the shirt, the primary creases remain, the hidden serrated edge waiting for your second-of-the-Summer burn to come into range.

… next stop: grocery bags to be cut up into book covers.

 

 

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s weekly contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Running continuously now for over 79 years, this grat hop is one of the easiest ways to practice the cultivation of gratitude as a… self-development thing. Whatever. (As the most aggravating and annoying ‘wise man quote’ would have you believe: ‘If you have to ask the question, you wouldn’t understand the answer’.

For this week, our Ten Things of Thankful for us  are as follows:

1)  Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) Speaking of prehistoric lifeforms! No, not your Humble Narrator. We’re talking turtles. (as opposed to tortoises as Lady Manila featured in her TToT last week,)… while doing our video of Dinosaur Alley we noticed a number of turtles, all Busby Berkeley* on a fallen tree. But without the sequined bathing caps.

5) New landscape project! A Maginot Line with the ambition to hold back very aggressive ground vines (photo). (Let’s agree to ignore the historically established weakness in this approach to resisting a more persistent force.) (See: Sand Castles: building against nature. op. cit.)

6) something, something

7) video of Dinosaur Alley (one of the paths down to the pond)

8) Friday is Movie Night. P said, “…maybe a romantic movie.”  We said, “Sure!”  ‘Warm Bodies

9) reasonably heated atmosphere for the week past, high 80’s

10) Secret Rule 1.3

 

* no! wait, you should be so grateful that you need to look-up ‘Busby Berkeley’ to appreciate our clever reference. getting old isn’t merely understanding the meaning of life, sometimes it’s making ‘young’ people laugh. (Like Floggie Rogers who used to stick out his dentures. Our five-year-old self, growing up on Martha’s Vineyard found that the height of humor.

 

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