Entries Posted By Rhea Hawkins

An Ode to Google Reader

There's plenty of reasons I love living in Montana. Looking out the window from my desk, I'm smacked in the face with one of the main ones. The scenery. It's beautiful here. But it's more than that. After going to art school in a big city and spending the first part of my career fighting the day to day grind in a metropolitan area, the mountain life called my name. And while I've never looked ...

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Tis the Season for a Chicken Update

It has been a couple month since my last chicken update. The chicks are doing well. They're 5 months old now and they no longer live in the dining room -- they have been happily residing in their big girl house for about 3 months. As would be expected, a few things have changed in the last few months. For one, they're no longer chicks. The final count: 5 hens, 1 rooster. Chicken a la Charlie is a man-bird ...

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MTV Just a Relic in the new “Music Video” Wilderness

It wasn't that long ago that MTV actually played music videos was it? I'm not that old, and I remember it. But then again, not only was that before Jersey Shore, but I'm pretty sure that was even before Laguna Beach. A link recently made the rounds that caught my attention. It was the video for Arcade Fire's "We Used to Wait". I'm not even sure "video" is the right word. The experience is wholly ...

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How Local is too Local?

Adding chickens to the backyard farm. I found a website last March which promised to tell me what was in season locally. All sorts of excited, I clicked and entered the month and my zipcode. It laughed at me. I got nothing. So I entered June, and the zip. The best the site could do was potatoes from North Dakota. So I planted a garden. There would be no North Dakotan potatoes for this girl. (Sorry North Dakota, your potatoes ...

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The Journey Is Just as Important as the Destination

One of the pitfalls (best parts?) of living in Montana is it’s really big. Getting to the other side of the state can take all day. In the other places I’ve lived, going to the printer for a press check meant running across town to check things out and then darting back before anyone else had even realized that you were gone. But, my friends, this is Montana. On a recent Tuesday afternoon I found out that I ...

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