Tag Archives: United States

The Birth of our Son.

10 Jan

Taos Gibson MacTavish Huntress.

Born on January 8, 2012 at 11:11 am.

7 lbs, 7 ounces, 20 inches long.

Taos @ 6 hours old.

Taos was born at home, in an unassisted waterbirth. Johanna began having contractions on my birthday, Saturday night, around 10 pm. After five hours, the contractions stopped completely, so we slept for a few hours. In the early morning, they began again, growing in intensity but decreasing in frequency. The pace of the contractions became wildly irregular, from 6-10 minutes apart, when Johanna got in the bathtub. This was traditionally the simple method, during all of her pregnancies, to slow contractions and take a break.

Then, her water broke, and three contractions later, the baby was born in the warm water.

I had the privilege of playing midwife, lifting my son out of the water and placing him onto his mothers breast, where he has remained for most of the time since that moment. He is a champion nurser.

He has big, dark eyes, pools of deep blue so dark that we think they will change to brown in a few months. He doesn’t cry very much, but regards the world curiously and calmly. When trying to get his digestive system in working order (a new experience for all babies) he clenches his fists and his face, letting out a long growl that sounds like he is wrestling a bear.

Johanna is well, in good spirits, with no complications. We have seen the doctor, filed for his birth certificate, and begun the process to file for dual citizenship.

Our Costa Rican adventure has reached its culmination: our son is here.

If you like this, or have something to say, I’d love to see your comments below.

Leaving America

23 Oct

Photo by Psovart

I’ve left my home country.

I went through a grieving period where I had to finally face my expatriation as a citizen, as a member of the collective that is America.

The mourning lasted about a half an hour.

But still, it was tough, to face those realities that I have left my home, indefinitely. The culture, the nation, the land that nourished me, that gave birth to me, I’m leaving it because the opportunity is better elsewhere.

It’s funny, that’s why so many of my American ancestors came to the United States in the first place; they were leaving the risks at home for the unknown risks (and fabled opportunities) across the sea. Being a descendent of that conquest into the unknown is irreplacable; I have the distinctly American tendencies of wander and adventure. I find these tendencies even more prevalent in those who live on the west coast, where the adventurer subset of the adventurous Americans traveled off to.

And then I hit the edge of the frontier, at the Pacific ocean, and I got caught in the moss for a while. I tried for ten years to succeed in America, and it just wasn’t happening. I had serious fears for the future of the country; after a decade of being pillaged by obscenely rich and inhuman corporations, the country, the economy, and the society are not feeling safe to this sailor of that lifelong ship.

It’s too risky to stay, and the opportunity is better elsewhere.

As a people, Americans are descended from those who made this very same leap into the unknown. It’s how our forbears got there in the first place.

Leaving America was, quintessentially, the most American thing I could do.

The ideavirus that is Anonymous

18 Oct

I am fascinated with Anonymous.

They are the perfect antagonist to Wall Street, and the fitting figurehead of #occupywallstreet. (If you don’t know what Occupy Wall Street is, turn off your TV and get on Twitter.)

Anonymous is the only entity that is fluid enough to disrupt the idea of ‘corporations,’ because they exist, literally, in the same realms as corporation.

A corporation is:

  • Immortal, and can continue living for as long as its hosts will keep it alive. (The oldest corporation, the City of London Corporation, dates back to the 1200s.
  • Amoral, and has one driving force above all others: profit.
  • Legally declared a person by the US Supreme Court, in their disastrous interpretation of the 14th amendment.
  • Capable of using its vast store of accumulated resources to purchase legislation and political leaders with jaw-dropping swiftness

The roots of the Occupy protests (which has spread nationwide) stem from the injustice of having these immortal imaginary friends, constructed entirely of paperwork, running our economic and political worlds.

Despite it’s legal personhood, I cannot take a bounty out on a corporation and kill it. The only way I can affect a corporation’s power and strength is in the realm which it exists; the world of ideas. (more…)

Border trip to Panama

4 Oct

It’s a nice excuse for a day trip, and it’s exactly the sort of bureaucratic bobbing and weaving that is essential to living in a socialized country.

Today, we bought bus tickets that we will never use, from Costa Rica’s border town of San Vito to Panama, for 90 days from now. These will replace the plane tickets that we will not use in two weeks, and allow us to stay in the country for another 90 days.

Sounds confusing? It is.

Lemme explain.

Or, in the words of Inigo Montoya,

No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

Costa Rica does not allow you to enter the country indefinitely. You must have a prepurchased ticket out of the country (as in, say, the second leg of a round tip ticket) upon your entry.

Your passport is stamped to authorize you to stay in the country for a maximum of ninety days. If you are found to have extended your stay beyond this limit, you can be deported to your home country and not allowed back.

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The Highland Roots

18 Jul

This weekend, I took my children to The Highland Games, so I could expose them to the community of Scots from whence they came.

Indilea loves the idea of cousins. She has always wanted cousins. This weekend, I gave her more cousins than she could count.

My children and I all share a middle name: MacTavish. This was my bachelor name, before I married, and I now have it as my middle name (Caelan MacTavish Huntress).

My daughter (Indilea Day MacTavish Huntress) and my son (Zaden Apollo MacTavish Huntress) have the Scottish clan name MacTavish as a second middle name (which is, ironically, how the Costa Rican culture preserves the last name of both father and mother. Same order.)

My children don’t have many relatives to speak of on my side of the family tree. (As in, we don’t speak of them). But my Scottish blood is thick, and comprises at least 60% of my ancestry. Exposing them to this unique community and heritage was the first time I was able to really participate in showing them some fundamental building blocks about who we are, as a people.

“Is Mommy Scottish?” I asked them.

“No,” they chanted in unison.

“What about Papa? Or Auntie Caitlin?”

“No,” they said.

“Who is Scottish?”

“WE ARE!” they yelled.

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CR South article

5 May

(Originally published at Costa Rica South)

Repatriating for Health Care

Like many Americans, I have gone bankrupt because of our for-profit health insurance system. Unlike most Americans, I am leaving the system altogether, and coming to Costa Rica. International moves are expensive, but the cost of repatriation dwarfs the risk of becoming financially crippled for simply getting sick.

My daughter has a pre-existing condition. She is four years old. There is a cyst on her heel that will, we are told, go away naturally in a few years. We made the mistake of going to a doctor, and having this bump examined, so it now resides in her permanent medical records.

Because of this benign abnormality, we can purchase medical insurance for her at $1800 per month, which is more than our mortgage payment. This insurance plan has so many copays and deductibles that we would have to spend thousands of dollars per week to see any real cost savings from it.

As I tell my friends about our upcoming move, with two kids and two parents in tow, I am amazed at how many people confide in me that they, too, cannot afford health insurance. These are not layabouts. They are parents, professionals who wear ties to work, and own their own homes. But they cannot afford to go to the doctor.

A bad diagnosis, an unexpected injury, or an unexplained symptom affects much more than our health. These bodily setbacks could cause our financial ruin.

I used to be a licensed insurance agent. I got into the industry with some noble ideals about “changing things from the inside.” What I came to realize is that the rise of American health care costs is not due to greedy doctors, or malpractice lawsuits, or expensive diagnostic equipment, but to the ever-expanding bureaucracy that slices the responsibility of payment between the patient and the insurer. It is inevitable that when a company has to put its profits first, it will go to excessive lengths to protect it; even to the point of tripling its size and losing efficiency, so long as those additional costs can be passed on to the customer.

Health care in America is obscenely lucrative, and if some of our health-care insurers were publicly held and had to report their profits, they would be counted among the largest and most profitable in the world. This may not change until after the Baby Boomers, the largest generation in America that is now about to retire, work their way through this unique system that enables companies to profit, literally, off our blood.

When my daughter was born, we had health insurance. Really good health insurance. It was so good, in fact, that the for-profit hospital where she was born decided she needed to stay in the Intensive Care Unit for a week, despite the absence of any unfavorable symptoms only 24 hours after the birth.

We were trapped, kept away from our home, our beds, and our family, because the hospital saw an opportunity to milk our insurance for a few hundred thousand dollars. We almost had to kidnap our own child to escape.

Despite being insured, our portion of the unnecessary and lengthy hospital stay amounted to more than sixty thousand dollars. (Copays, deductibles, coinsurance, etc.) We declared bankruptcy, caught in the gears of the body-profit machine.

Now we risk destitution anytime we catch a cold, trip over a curb, or find a strange spot on our skin. We hide from doctors and the medical bureaucracy for fear that they will tell the insurance companies, and penalize us for life for having a body that gets sick and injured sometimes.

This isn’t the way to take care of people, and thankfully, there are other countries that recognize that.

Ankle: Broken or Sprained? Uninsured, either way.

29 Mar

Accidents happen. And in America, they bankrupt you.

I had an accident on Sunday. Totally predictable, run of the mill accident. Running at top speed, in a padded gymnastics facility, I pulled off a long kong (diving jump with my feet behind me) over a 5-foot tall vault. The landing was not glamorous; I turned my ankle, whimpered in pain, and went into a 48 hour process of elevation and icing.

Now I lay here trying to determine, in the most non-technologically way possible, whether my ankle is broken or sprained. Here’s the difference: (more…)

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