I worked for a year in a newspaper on Moloka‘i. I rescued Tiny Che from a neighbor who was going to eat him. My boss’ mom took care of him when I moved back to Kaua‘i, and changed his name to Butt Head, but to me he will always be my boy, Tiny Che.
— Léo Azambuja, staff writer
“If they can get you to ask the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about the answers.” — Thomas Pynchon (b. May 8, 1937).
I Scotch-taped this excerpt from “Gravity’s Rainbow” by reclusive postmodern novelist Thomas Pynchon near the phone at my desk to remind myself to always keep my ear tuned for strawman diversion tactics while covering my beat. Beware!
—Vanessa Van Voorhis, business writer
Opening up the throttle on the Shadow and roaring down Kaumuali‘i Highway under a full moon is tough to beat, especially when packing your better half. Few other things in this world relieve work-day stress the way a ride on a motorcycle does. With all your senses in overdrive, you can’t help but be in the moment; past and future worries are left on the roadside.
— Nathan Eagle, managing editor
I must confess, I am an Apple snob. I jump at whatever news comes from of its Cupertino, Calif. headquarters 3,000 miles away.
And if you are also an Apple snob, I trust you are reading this from Apple’s Thunderbolt Display, because, quite frankly, nothing else will do.
My latest Apple obsession is my iPad 2. With my iPad 2 I can throw angry birds, video chat with friends and entertain myself with irrelevant YouTube videos (“It’s Peanut Butter Jelly Time!”). Of course, I never do this at work.
I will always love my iPad 2, that is until I get my hands on an iPad 3.
— Andrea Frainier, lifestyle writer