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

'yes, Doctrine favorite Edward Hopper again'

 

The next most favorite thing, according to our totally-unreliable memory, for most blog readers (and writers) is anything involving a survey and/or survey questions.  The most favorite?

  1. a list of items related to either the targeted Reader or the subject matter of the blog
  2. videos
  3. First Person narrative (reliable or un-)
  4. intriguing images and such

Understanding the nature and characteristics of the three personalty types of the Wakefield Doctrine: (

  1. clarks (the Outsider)
  2. scotts (the Predator)
  3. rogers (the Herd Member)

) will allow you to know more about the other person than they know about themselves.

Utilizing the perspective of the Wakefield Doctrine permits one, (provided they have the desire and will), to know better how the other person is experiencing the world at any given moment.

cool. huh?

gotta get back to writing our contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop. One of which will be a Six Sentence Café & Bistro Six. These, or at least the setting, the aforementioned Café, is a virtually metaphoric nightspot. While it can be found in most cities (and some rural areas), what makes it so much fun is it’s consistency of form. What this means is, you want to write a story (a Six or whatever) well, we have the setting already established! So if your story is mostly interaction between character then half the work is done for you. Plus there are others who write to this location. Just so, you know, you’re at a loss for dialogue, well, these folks would be glad to interact.

The floor plan for the Café is standardized. So if you feel like a challenge, on any given weekly Six Sentence Story bloghop, write yourself a visit. (No limit on POV or theme. Come as you are or come as some part of your psyche would be. No one is checking IDs lol)

The locale:

off a main thoroughfare, halfway down the primary artery devoted to commerce , take a side street (perpendicular to where the must-have shoppes, professional services, including but not limited to lipo and psycho suction) and continue one-too-many blocks until the plate glass windows start to become opaque with dust and time. You should now find yourself in what appears to be the former manufacturing district (of your un-named city), look for a five-storey mill building. go past that, turn left on a lane, the surface of which has gone, quite without your noticing the transition, from smooth asphalt to cobblestone. There is a sidewalk turning down a street. Follow. On the left is a five story building. You’ll see a single red door. It is slightly below grade, there are three granite steps down to the entrance to the Café. (There is, most times, a personage at the door. Usually outside. this is the Gatekeeper. Guess what his job is. (lol).

The exterior door is old oak. The exterior walls are granite and brick.

Once inside the door, there is a vestibule formed using fairly modern design and materials. There are two cigarette machines on the right. Their tops are covered with stacks of the local Free Paper, three-color, glossy paper real estate booklets in their own cardboard upright stands and, finally two slightly leaning stacks of Awake! and The WatchTower.

Through the stainless steel and glass door from there and you’re in the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.

(running out of time! quick non-effective rhetoric to give you a sense of the place)

the floor plan is rectangular. from where you’re standing the nearest long side is the exterior wall (you just came in at the near end). There are alcoves alomg this wall with tables sets in them and, for reasons left to future visitors, some have diaphanous curtains offering privacy. A former mill, the ceilings are high and dinosaur-ribbed with rough-hewn wood beams. The opposite/parallel wall is an interior wall of brick. There is a small (two steps up) stage at its longitudinal center. The wall farthest away (the ‘short’ side of our rectangle) is an exterior wall. Three quarters of this space is taken up with round-topped tables with four chairs each, except for the dance floor in front of the stage (like, where else would you expect it to be?). There is one table, along the interior wall, just past the stage where you will see a laptop which is always on. That’s where you might see the Raconteuse, if she’s in town.

Back to where you should still be (after stepping from the vestibule), from this point along the right hand (the other short leg of the rectangle) runs the bar. The Bartender will most likely be seen there, unless she’s in the kitchen with Tom or has the day off. The kitchen is accessed by double swinging doors that bisect the long row of bottles and neon set on mirrored shelves.

The far end of the bar? Now comes the intriguing aspect. The very end (think of the short right angle turn of, say a towel rack on the wall), the waitress station. You might see a woman in dressed all couture and Nike. Beyond her is a wide gap in the interior wall. To the left: the restrooms and to the right? ah ha! that branch of the hall leads to the Manager’s office (the door is marked by cheap reflective metal hardware store letters, slightly askew) further down the hall… nah

There you go! Your invitation to come set a spell in a virtual, metaphoric nightspot. Interesting people. Unlimited possibilities.

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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

Time of the year for one of the more fun holidays. No, not Boxing Day nor Black Friday or, even (the less popular, based on emergency room stats) Tag a scott Day.

We’er talking one of the Big Three (ok, maybe Four)… holidays that, when observed through the lens of a certain, pretty-cool-once-you-get-the-premise-and-a-few-typical-behavioral-markers, personality theory, causes a person to say, “Wait a darn minute! You said you’ve never heard of the Wakefield Doctrine or any of the three personality types!”

New Readers: the Wakefield Doctrine (‘the Doctrine’ to the cool kids) is an additional perspective on the world around us and the people who make it up. Short form: there are three personal realities in which we all grow-up, develop our social strategies and effective worldviews, these three are:

  1. the Outsider (clarks) holdidayistically-speaking this person monitors and influences the experiences of those around them and nudges ‘the other two’ in whatever it is they, the clark, has decided is in their best interest, (unless, of course, the clark is in self-punishing withdrawal mode, then they will simply paint a un-ignorable bullseye on their back, in muted, but festive colors)
  2. the Predator (scotts) holidayistically-speaking, this person is the essence of holiday celebration. Think Grasshopper and the Ant, only a lot of the Ants die trying to keep up with the Grasshopper who, for their part, isn’t irresponsible and lacking foresight, they’re just in it for the girls/guys  good time.
  3. the Herd Member (rogers) holidayistically-speaking this person is the Ghost of (fill-in favorite holiday) Past, Present and Future. If there was a way to embody a recurring, socially-grounded celebration to include all of the benefits and only some of the cost, (to be paid on credit), here’s your guy/gal. Hell, if it wasn’t the Right Thing to celebrate, we wouldn’t be marking the calendar, now would we?

Anyway. Thanksgiving is approaching in Oceania. We will not squander the treasure trove of examples, illustrations, manifestations and indications of how the Wakefield Doctrine is so, so …prescient and totally ‘at-a-distant’ for human behavior. Stay tuned.

fun stuff

 

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Lieday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge bloghop.

Hosted by jenne and ceayr, this photo-prompt bloghop poses but one threat: keep your story under 251 words.

 

Damn it, god!

“What?”

We agreed, no more creating beings in your own image at three o’clock in the ‘morning’.

“Yeah, but…”

Look, you created me to help you stop. You created me because you want to overcome your Problem. You created me because you have become as desperate as only the dying can be, right?

“…sure, but”

No. No buts

“(HA H…)”

Cut it out. No more. I told you last time, when you promised technology was going to give your Mankind a way to acquire perspective and escape the Original Sin of insufficiency. You remember your Promise?

“I”

Do. You. Remember?

“yeah”

What was it…

“come on, I said I was sorry… this statue was supposed to remind my creations to be more whimsical… did you see the lobstercat? wasn’t that great?”

That’s not what you promised

“alright, I get it! I So we’re not Perfect.

That’s exactly what caused the problem… the fabric of this ‘reality’ was dependent on your adolescent need to manifest Power and possess a race of adoring beings

“….”

…and what happened?

… speak up

“I created a subjective emotional loop of remorse Man assumes is an inherent part of being in My image and, as a result, he went and invented religion.”

You need to go to your Room and think about what you’ve done and how you can make it Right.

“aww do I have to?… but it’s not Fair

 

 

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Tewsosaurus Rex -the Wakefield Doctrine- “we are the metaphor we fear”

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

here. a RePrint jump-start this bad-boy

Full Disclosure (and Dispensation) and Act of Faith (in the Wakefield Doctrine): Came across the below as the oldest post returning on a search of keyword; Tuesday.

We immediately remembered the post. But a number of reactions/responses on our part ensued:

  • though, ‘hmmm that one’
  • enlarged the font display
  • found ourselfs skimming (after all we wrote it, so…)
  • caught ourselves skimming, looking around, felt embarrassed
  • laughed with an unfamiliar sense of responsibility… to the Reader? ourselves?
  • read most of it word-for-word
  • finally, the challenge: to RePrint or not RePrint?
  • (New Readers? the advent of this blog is countlessly recounted in these pages. But the over-riding theme, (of the root inspiration), is serendipity. Not only was the decision to create a blog for the Wakefield Doctrine a gift, but with this gift (the whole-cloth of the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers), we were given something of a attitude decidedly non-clarklike i.e. freedom from the fear of scrutiny. For matters relating to this here personality theory here, at any rate. We wrote because it was our job to write and explain and illustrate and allow as many people as possible to come to know and benefit from this alternate perspective on the world around us and the people who make it us. (Can we get a damn!)
  • final challenge for us this morning: To (re)Publish or to not (re)Publish. It came down to asking ourselfs: Either we are the Curator (of this place) or we are not. If the former, then there is no question…’cause, ‘hey, this is what a Curator is supposed to do, right?’ If the latter? ayiiee! To claim creator-status that’s got Monkey’s Paw tattooed all over it! No thank you!
  • so here ya go, binyons.

oh, man…what is it now?

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…

Will not leave without a Goodnight to our friends in Slovenia…hey guys…

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Holy Shit!

Someone tell me, (and we are notoriously averse to dealing in anything relating to the ‘real’ world and will continue as such) that you do not hear something…odd in this song rendition. (ok one hint: enunciation) Damn! Our memory’s been lying to us. again!

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Fraedae -the Wakefield Doctrine- “…what you see is what can be.”

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

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to ‘the Unicorn Challenge

A photo-prompt bloghop hosted by jenne and ceayr, it has the simplest of rules: keep it at (or under) 250 words.

 

“Careful.” [concern, barbs of fear smoothed by determined practice, the woman’s voice spoke of a future too-well defined]

The man stepped down one step. The ball of his bare left foot found solidity on the wood timber. His heel, failing to find a stable surface to match, protested even as the ankle joint ratcheted like a neglected clockwork.

His compressed lips, a semaphore of mixed emotions, his only reaction, the man resisted the urge to grasp the offered forearm.

“Mom used to talk about how, as a boy, you spent your summers here.” [concern, sparkled by a temptation to see the man out of time]

“Why did you bring me here?” [concern, sufficiently applied, re-configured the aim of the simplest of questions]

Gravity, it is said, is the necessary challenger to the infant, yet becomes a thoroughly un-reliable companion to those on the other end of the suggestively-misnamed, Circle of Life.

His steps gained confidence, quickened. A sound, hidden beyond the last low-rise of grass-embroidered sand, called to him.

“Careful!” [concern, when no longer defined by one’s fears turns on its host, refusing once automatic compliance.]

Now running in the controlled-stumble of one who seeks without regard to consequences, the once-young man saw the ocean waves. Their promise of the joy of physicality came with a price to be paid on an undefined installment plan.

“Whee!” [the ultimate mashup of joy and sharing favored by the young not bound by the need for permission.]

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