• It’s as easy as it sounds… go to your bookshelf and pick five books (easy, don’t over think it).

    List them.

    List five quotes. Whatever your eye goes towards.

    Done.

    List 1:

    Hug Time by Patrick McDonnell
    Elements of Style (illustrated) by Strunk, White, Kalman
    What Customers Want by Anthony W. Ulwick
    The Amazing STory of Quantum Mechanics by James Kakalios
    America: A Citeixen’s Guide to Demacracy InacTion by The Daily Show with Jon Stewart

    List 2

    “So he made (and checked twice) a Hug To-Do List.”
    “Enclose parenthetic expressions between commas.”
    “How Has the Practice of Segmentation Evolved?”
    “Nothing doing- you can watch this chain reaction from out front where the people are!” (A quote in a quote– dagwood comic strip in the book)
    “Post-Presidency: Golf!”

    Done.

     

  •  

    family-tree

    I come from a line of strong women and I need to be strong now. Grannies (and consequently my parents who are first-born– and have a few siblings each) had to raise a brood on their own because their husbands died early. My father is still alive but he’s always been into “escaping” because his father “escaped.” My parents are similar to martyrs. They had to step up and parent in the place of their dead fathers. What does it mean to be an “anti-martyr”? Someone who doesn’t sacrifice his/her own happiness to “save the family.”

    I have to rise up against a tide of opinions and surf a wave of understanding because I have been mistreated and misdiagnosed. I need to be brave and I need to stay calm in the face of ignorance and misunderstanding.

    I’m not a psychologist, but I’ve been watching shows for most of my life. I was raised in front of a television and now the Internet. I’ve seen so many model arcs that I’ve started to create my own.

    I’ve had so many boyfriends because I love the act of “killing” them. It’s not a real death, just a relative death. I didn’t know what I was doing or why I was doing it until lately when I’ve decided to open my psychological black box.

    My new favorite thing is to “re-break” up with  my current significant other. I broke up with him when I was watching Breaking Bad. I changed after that show. It moved me. I couldn’t be with the “same” person after I was “different.” That’s the thing about reincarnation that I find appealing. The ability to try something else.

    With this blog, I realized that I couldn’t clean house, but I could document change. I recently experienced a millienial celebration– I became old, ancient. I realized that I am definitely not the little sprout who said “Hello World” in 2009. And, I’m happy for that. I’ve been pushing people’s limits most of my adult life because I love watching people change. Because I love watching myself change. I thought it was easy for other people, too. For some it is.

    Negotiation is in my blood. My parents are lawyers– they fight for change on a daily basis. I am the most radical person I know because I know what change looks like because I know what same looks like.

    I grew up in Hawaii. The weather is mostly the same and it’s equatorial, so its seasons swing the least. That means that the environment doesn’t change all that much, but I did. I watched myself emerge as a faceted being and I loved it. When I was 11 (a formative time) I moved to Virginia (culture shock) and then again to Bremerton (culture shock) and then to High School (culture shock) and then to community college (culture shock) and then to University in Seattle (culture shock).

    And since then, I’ve had numerous jobs and a variety of phases and I am still in love with Culture Shock, so much to the point that I’ve taken to improv like a duck to water. I enjoy the flamboyant and the meek and I’ve been diagnosed as bipolar recently int the Psych Ward. We are trained to see a AB dichotomy, but I believe in an ABC-pick 2, kind of system. I’ve always had choices in my life. My brain is good at making quick decisions.

    psychology

    At the Psych Ward, I was able to map out my personality and I discovered I liked the label “tripolar.” I can be beautiful, terrifying or just calm. Calm is ideal but to never see the sunrise or sunset of the personality, that seems like no life at all (for me and for my friends, I love watching the shift).

    The blue triangles in the diagram represent affinity. I think that it’s a coincidence that works that they are associated in tri-fectas that seem fitting but it’s just the brain assigning patterns where there could be like a lucid dream. Life has been producing some really great living dreams for me lately and I can’t help but feel like I’m on a lucky streak. Must continue on.

    I’m sorry for all the people who watched my merry-go-round in disbelief or worse, experienced the whiplash of my personality shifts (they are occasionally violent because I couldn’t control them, didn’t know them).

    This is where medicine comes into play. Why train the horse when you can just sedate it? I believe that brain chemistry is the most curious because it self-medicates. That means that it produces it’s own cure and particularly prescription drugs on a regular basis would ruin the process that is adaptation.

    I made a rational decision (based off of science I learned about in Lorenzo’s Oil (1992) – IMDb— info here:  Lorenzo’s Oil – The Oil) to go off my medication after reading the Medication Guide. It was not helpful or informative on the level that I am used to having for my personal edification. It was the first time being of “sound” mind that I realized that I was signing up for a lifetime addiction because of a psychiatric experiment that I did not consent to.

    Consent is a tricky thing when you are emotionally/rationally impaired. That’s why consent is one of the hardest things to ascertain because even the “awake” can be deemed “incapable.” These criteria are outdated. They do not account for radical acceptance (or the idea that a consentable mind can be radically different than the accepted norm).

    This is my current state of affairs and like a good rational computer, I think more data is needed. But as a good rational human, I know that this is the system that works best for me, so far and I am willing to go the distance to express my transmania, rationally and thoughtfully until I find a better diagnosis.

    Thank you for reading. It’s been a wild ride finding out about how I work/how I’d like to work. It’s through empathy and information giving that I hope to create awareness of this new possible world in which those who suffer, who have tried to “normalize” through conventional means and failed, can see a dawn of a new age.

     

     

  • still-life

    https://soundcloud.com/katarina-countiss/play

    What is Toxic Love? It’s peer pressure.
    They wanted to protect us but they didn’t know us. What they showed us and said “this” was not for us and we had to be stronger than our parents’ certainty.

    They wanted to give us wings when we already had some… they forced these appendages on our body and said “fly.” I didn’t want to fly when they said “fly.” I wanted to show them my wings and how they were better, stronger and more functional. 

    Up in the air they wouldn’t know which wings I was using. I didn’t want to give them false feedback. Their plan didn’t work.

    Drugs are a danger to the body. I read that in the Medication Guide my pharmacist gave me. When I asked for a refill, they gave me papers that I almost said no thanks to, but instead I read it deep. What it was: anti-informative. It was fake information. I don’t believe in ignorance is bliss.

    I was sent to the Psych Ward not because I hurt anyone or talked about hurting anyone. I had an idea virus called “Enough ideas means new person.” A person within. I’m 25, fully grown and have the genetics that would make me sick right about my time of conciousness awakening, when I saw everything around me for the first time and saw their true names that are unsayable.

    But, it was real. I trust that reality to a fault. Which means I am stronger because my internal code and external code are one, except for the names I gave things. I use metaphor most of the time, but I decided that parts of me could have new names.

    Listen to the above track and learn about communication theory, pop culture, and my generation’s struggle with media memories as real as non-media memories.

    Drug rape: They treated me like a Child in the Ward. Not at the age of consent due to my hysteria. But, I was an adult and fighting for what I thought was right: I’m not sick, so don’t treat me. My friends understood but they were powerless. The establishment doesn’t anticipate the not-sick coming into the ward. There were no rules I felt I should abide by in there, but I learned to adapt. I took the minimal amount of drugs I needed to to get out. I did not consent to this toxic environment, I knew I needed real help.

    Drugs are fake help and when they are forced, it’s a double whammy that no child can handle because they are not strong enough to refuse a system that also feeds them nutrients.

    Love me and love my choices because you can’t send me back and you can’t make me take them. I will heal and you will see that I was right because I have my trustworthy expert that isn’t paid to sit and listen to me and she reveals the truth of my struggle, her struggle and the unspoken struggle of countless others.

  • 10 songs I love because I love myself I love them

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A59Wqrl-x6U “The bells. They Play Their Songs for You.”

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_r_wtWpz2ow Folk Implosion – Merry Go Down (1999)- “Heaven’s daughter underwater conversations”

    Meet Virgina https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDIFD6for4A “She thinks I’m Beautiful” “she only Drinks Coffee at Midnight when the moment’s not right.” “Intuition Magic”

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0S8cnzav_g
    I walked across a continent
    where children did not bat an eye
    when made to watch their mothers die
    they left the bodies by the sides of roads
    where only willows cried

    yes even my own eyes were dry
    when somehow there I lost my bride
    the ring slipped free and fell beneath the earth
    so like Orpheus I bowed and went far underneath the firmaments
    my harp strings broke
    my voice was spent

    I kissed my lady’s hand and sent
    my two weeks notice with my rent
    and she grew cold and softly said
    I am not your lover I’m the map you use to find her
    I am not your lover
    I’m just a map you use to find her


    I step outside my room once more
    and see what I have seen before
    another ship washed to my shore
    a figure walked toweards my door
    her face is tired her dress is torn
    I look into her eyes and feel her thirst


    she says I’ve come across these waters
    high pressed on by such auspicious signs
    I’ve watched the stars and read the tides
    the winds have brought me to your side
    I come to you
    I am your bride
    and I grew cold as I replied
    that I am not your lover,
    I’m the map you used to find him
    I am not your lover
    I’m just a map you use to find him.

     

     

     

  • why

    (I use “I” and “You” interchangably, so please don’t get offended. I’m never talking about “you you” just the proverbial you, and the proverbial “we”.)

    Why we can’t have nice things… I am a democratic creature at the moment. I don’t care about expensive baubles. But, my elders still give them to me as gifts, and I accept them, because the only thing to do with gifts is to accept them. That’s the polite thing in any case.

    Being polite in this society will make you a zombie at best and a sick duckling at worst. It’s important to find your own sweet spot of rebellion. That’s where “essence” exists. The strong choices are sometimes the hard choices. I have to give up the concept of jewelry because I can’t treat things with the respect that they deserve.

    I have to give up some people because I wasn’t treating them with the respect that they deserve (and people have given me up and I have to accept that they couldn’t respect me in a way they thought I deserved). Respect became a nonsense word when Arethea Franklin sang it. I knew it as a silly song and not as a concept to be revered.

    Find out how to show respect in your own way and how to give it freely. Respect is like love. It means different things to different people. Most people want you to respect them before knowing anything about them. This is the hardest of them all. You have to respect even some pretty unrespectable people. People that haven’t treated you with respect for various reasons are you have to fight the instinct to retaliate.

    I identify as a nonagon. I am nine things. I switch through them so rapidly it seems that I am just brilliant, but I can be a dullard about normal things. And I can be a excitable pony about some things… I think there’s a plural resting inside of all of us “multi-taskers” and I want psychology to reflect the new generation of multiples…

    That’s why transgender is our greatest new zeitgeist. And what’s coming is the rise of mind/body rights. The disconnect between our minds and bodies is so strong we have an epidemic of obesity. There’s only a few treating obesity with mind exercises. It’s important to acknowledge this connection.

    My mom told me that people will judge me on how I look. I never took her seriously because I’ve always identified myself as a weirdo. So, I took pride in her confusion when I said, “do they have to?” I didn’t verbally say this, but I mean to challenge authority in my own way using less words and more actions.

    I am ready to face demons if I dress appropriately. It means I have to care about my clothes the right way, but also treat them as disposable if I want to be streamline for the move (I’m moving soon). I’m ready to be the mind/body oracle. Ask me about how we should treat the mentally ill and it’s more than pills, but pills too. It’s a mind/body regimen that I have to make and abide by. I will be taking the pills, but I will be fighting to get off of them one day when I am strong enough.

    I am not strong enough right now, but I am making real progress into the insights of my own black box mind.

  • Photo credit: Sol Villarreal
    Photo credit: Sol Villarreal

    Last night, I gave a five minute presentation on Kaleidescopy to an audience of over 500 people!

    Here are some tweets from the event, Ignite Seattle 26. Get the full story at #is26

    @KatCountiss I really enjoyed your talk on art/beauty and starting as an artist ! #is26

    Iterate! 1) find beauty in something you wouldn’t expect. 2) find symbols 3) Pareidolia finding faces in things @katcountiss #is26

    “Find beauty in something you wouldn’t expect. You may find even find symbols or see faces.” – @KatCountiss #ig26

    #is26 Accepting you’re going to be bad at something is GREAT, esp when you do it for the first time – @katcountiss

    Accepting you’re going to be bad at something is a great way to start something new – @KatCountiss @ignitesea I need to remember this! #is26

    You don’t have to do drugs to be into psychedelic art. This is Seattle though. –@katcountiss #is26

    “You don’t have to be an artist to make art; you just make a thing and it’s a thing.” – @KatCountiss #is26

    #is26 Accepting you’re going to be bad at something is GREAT, esp when you do it for the first time – @katcountiss

    @katcountiss is talking to us about becoming a kalidescopist. Whoa what is that????? @ignitesea #ig26

    @katcountiss is a kaleidescopist… who knew there was such a thing?! #is26

    @KatCountiss @berkun for intellectuals, there’s a Euro Dream, embodied by cities like Berlin. The promise of weird art + hours of cafe chat

  • unsayable

    Preface: I am translating Letters to a Young Poet: Rainer Maria Rilke, M.D. Herter Norton: 9780393310399: Amazon.com: Books. It’s a beautiful book, but very dense. I am translating it to a blog post series hoping to churn it into an easily consumed butter instead of the choppy dense planetoid that it is. The first four paragraphs of letter one. Originally written in Paris, Frebrary 17th, 1903. I ran it through Google translate on French mode to smooth the otherwise stop-start-y nature of translation.

    This is something that I needed to say. I wanted to thank you for sharing something beautiful with me. I’m not enough of a good reviewer to break down this poetry in a constructive statement to help you grow. If I tried, the results would be an unfortunate misunderstanding.

    Understanding is difficult. Most people think that art is speakable , but nobody has the same words . Language is a bridge between two cultures, weak and rickety it is. Most experiences occur in a solitary fashion dream.

    Art is a symptom of these extensive experiments to the outside. Many people approach a painting and say, “I do not understand. “ It is much easier for them to say, “I do not understand your art” than it is for me to hear, “I do not understand you.” Because I try so hard to be understood.

    Art is a paralell discussion trying to say the unsayable faster , faster, better, stronger. These conversations occur while you eat breakfast, go to practice improvisation, listening to albums while translating difficult text .

    So, about your poetry, it has not its own style, but it has hidden meanings that speak to me, that seem to say “potential” between the lines. It’s like a rough draft of a song of my heart.

    Needless to say, the poems do not stand out on their own , but I can not stress the faults that you so easily point out. Nobody can tell you about your art. They can not reject or accept what you offer . You must look within for words.