the Wakefield Doctrine (Ladies and Gentlemen, Meet the Beetles!)
One of the blogs I read on a regular basis is Mel Thompson’s ‘Spatular in the Wilderness’ . I mention this because of what he does, (that) I want to be able to do, which is write in a style that is just comfortable and fun to read. As a relative newbie (or as I like refer to myself ‘a garage band blogger’), I read everything I can in the way of other blogs. One of the things that strikes me about the good blogs is not that they have incredible graphics and layout, or have a 7 digit hit counter score. Rather it is that they are engaging. (To continue the music metaphor, these blogs are a lot like James Taylor. In comparison to say, Miles Davis or some opera singer with animal parts as costume elements).
Anyway. Mel does topical shit on a frequency that keeps me coming back to the question, ‘where do these people find the time?’ I have about 90 minutes in the morning available to write. The other times during the day that I hit the blog world is limited to checking how many site-visits for the day and seeing if any of my ‘drive-by Replys’ have produced a response, (the good ones, the reactions that is, often sound like an accident victim repeatedly saying, ‘I was only going to go to the store, just a quick trip’.) But the idea of coming up with interesting and/or entertaining words at the rate of these other bloggers, just blows my mind.
I am discovering, in the course of the Wakefield Doctrine (aka the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers) project, that my underlying ambition seems to be stuck on ’11’. What started as a ‘lets just see if you have the nerve to hit Publish’ has morphed into ‘hey, you write blogs? I write blogs, hold on a minute, read/listen to this shit I just came up with…’
Since this is a new Post and this is the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers) allow me to say a few words…(jeez, does this guy ever let up?)
(No. No I don’t.)
Anyway. I know the question on the minds of the gathering crowdlettes of readers. ‘Am I a clark or a scott or a roger?’ I will go out on a limb here. The people who write really well…rogers. The ones that write really creative, puzzling, will he ever get to the point…clarks. (The scotts are there but in lesser numbers at this point, by their capital letters, you will know them.)
So, go out into the blog werld, write of this place where everyone has a name. Take comfort in knowing your form (I mean you roger, you comprise the majority of the population. And to show our appreciation, here is a little gift1) Speak of the Doctrine and when they show up we will hit them with some really baffling shit.
(Quick Homework Assignment, then you can go back to your jobs/schools/spouses/therapists/neurotic obsession/life. Some time during the day today, you will see/hear a loud person talking loudly (relative to the environment) to another person or persons. Now the easy part is that that is probably a scott doing all the talking. Your task, however, is to determine who the target of this interaction is, a clark or a roger or even another scott. (Hint: it is not about how long they put up with this person, it is about how they regard themselves, relative to the world around them at the time)).
1)You think that the 107 episode, Directors cut, 15 DVD un-abashed edition of the compilation (with Writers notes (including what he had for breakfast) and voice-over reading of the credits by someone who knew someone who was a re-enactor who actually got hurt at an event) of all Ken Burns films, PBS episodes and commercials that last longer than most readings of the Iliad is the greatest film of all time…you might be a roger (A big shout out to my girl Phyllie, she a fan of this shit).