Kabas, We Hardly Knew Ye
By Slade Sohmer on June 20, 2014
HyperVocal’s is a small, windowless office, so any writer shortsighted enough to sit inches away from this moody editor must bring a bright personality with her/his stellar writing skills. Marisa Kabas, thankfully, has neither both.
It’s been almost a year since Marisa came barging into HV HQ with her PR credentials, exquisite singing voice and willingness to write for peanuts (literally — we’ve paid her in leftover bags of Bazzini Nuts from Yankee Stadium). Marisa is one of the sharpest, funniest, talented people I’ve been fortunate to work with, and this being her last day here, it’s time to reveal she was real gung ho about office aerobics … for like four minutes … on one day.
To say goodbye, we offer up a look back at some of her fine work:
• When everyone chased her Anna Rexia Halloween costume story
• She does not like Nazis or non-Nazis pretending to be Nazis
• Marisa might literally cut you if you propose in public
• She blew the story of the Virgin America safety video wide open
Whatever’s next for Marisa, we wish her the best. She rules.
From one Jericho Jayhawk to another, keep killin’ em and kabasin’.
Follow her on Twitter, but not in real life. That would be creepy.
[banner photo: Marisa and Giants punter Steve Weatherford]
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