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what we do

We are interdisciplinary zealots dedicated to blending creativity and code, philanthropy and commerce. Each of us is equal parts nonprofit patron, arts nerd, and tech junkie. We love what we do, and we love what our clients stand for. We are collaborative, inventive, inspired.

Meet the Team


Michael is a man of few words and many board games (150, to be exact). He is a proficient hackeysack-er and skilled MIG welder. He does not recommend sleeping in a 2004 Ford Taurus before running a full marathon. He keeps a mysterious black bird on his desk, is a proud descendant of Johnny Appleseed, and likes dogs that are named after pastries.


Some of us suspect Kory is part robot, but since we rightfully fear robots, we're afraid to ask him if it's true. A real genius and clean code devotee, he drives FORM's programming and makes magic of the web. He's also one heck of a baker, guitar player and Apple junkie. He owns a bacon-scented air freshener and microwaveable pasta boat. He is digitizing his entire DVD collection (he's up to the Gs). There is enough music in Kory's iTunes library to provide astronauts a non-stop soundtrack for 9.3 trips to the Moon.


Josh is one of the few people we know who has lived in a shipping container. On purpose. Twice. When he's not ogling a font or designing something beautiful for FORM, he sometimes studies design in Frankfurt or helps nonprofits dig wells in Africa. His doodling and handwriting are so geometrically perfect, some say he uses The Force to conjure it. He is the tallest FORMie, which comes in handy when retrieving Kory's errant Nerf darts. He loves stuff like outer space, red shoes, sriracha sauce, and Tycho.


As a child, Rachel admired the knife skills of Jacques Pépin. Today, she enjoys inventing new taco toppings and putting Old Bay on everything. She became a master of the bassoon because of her distaste for saxophones, and eventually performed Verdi’s Requiem for a PBS documentary in Prague. When she's not connecting with FORM clients, she sometimes sews puppets with no eyes, prays to St. Anthony for her lost Roku remote, and plays drums to Radiohead. She’s a big fan of public media, minimalism, and melancholia.


Steve is a supersmart, mostly pleasant guy with a penchant for sardonic vinyl toys and Diet Coke. He's an ardent music lover, and though his recent tastes skew toward post-modern shoegaze, he once willingly attended an Air Supply concert. It is rumored that he has quite a high IQ, which is plausible but unconfirmed by MENSA. Ever plagued by the notion that his brother is funnier and more popular, Steve is a lifelong overachiever. A serial early adopter, he is so enamored with technology that, though surrounded by the latest gadgetry, can’t part with his robust laser disc collection.


Though confused by long division and cooking, Teresa can ideate, illustrate, and envisage like nobody's business. She is a trained goldsmith and pines for planishing hammers like most girls pine for shoes. She once met Pink Floyd, counted 17 shooting stars, and was seriously injured by a pot pie. When she's not directing FORM's design, she is probably etching silver, wandering around Utah, or smelling old books. She likes downtempo Icelandic compositional ambient music and spooning with her dog, Hugo.


Katelyn says the best of all chemistry constants is 6.02x10 to the 23rd power, and who are we to argue? A rare combination of mathematician, athlete, and artist, she holds a master’s degree in accountancy, runs marathons for fun, and plays the heck out of Chopin’s Revolutionary Étude for piano. When she’s not managing our operations, she enjoys walking her dog, reading tiny dictionaries and making lemon macaroons. She once broke a picnic table with her head and she's a fan of words, Warren Buffett, and the number 20,710.


Ashleigh tells us that, though deep fried worms taste like potato chips, her favorite food is frosting. A dedicated saxophonist, she has performed a halftime routine wearing only one shoe. When she’s not writing code, she's quarterbacking, scrap booking or playing Led Zeppelin on her Fender Cyclone. Though she was once mistakenly detained for grand theft auto, she is the proud and legally titled owner of a vintage Geo Metro. She’s a big fan of baking, bottle caps, and classic horror films.


As a child, Hannah was a noted marker artist, 4th chair trumpeter, and passionate porcelain cat collector. She was often in trouble for talking in class and named her toys with only adjectives. Studying in Europe, Hannah found that DaVinci’s Annunciation is larger in real life and that identifying shower gel from hand lotion is tricky when you can’t read Italian. When she's not designing for FORM, she enjoys live concerts, cafe mocha, and carving elaborate designs into pumpkins. Except for the Harry Potter logo. Because, come on, the letter “P” is so hard to carve into a pumpkin.


When Emily isn't managing our projects, she's busy neglecting house plants, sketching ex-boyfriends' cars, and crushing on Monty Don. She tries to grow vegetables and has eaten 730 cupcakes. A creative spirit and self-described lovey-person, Emily is a big fan of romcoms and keeps a beautiful, hand-drawn record of all the flowers her husband has given her. She knows how to collect honey from bees, can make a perfect frosting curlicue while dancing to Pitbull, and has a knack for finding the most inconvenient Airbnbs.


Desktop Friday

An hour
to create.

The creative brainpower is palpable when the studio stops for Desktop Friday, an exercise designed to reset our creativity. A random topic. An hour to create. Who will crack under pressure? Who will lose it all in an epic crash? Who will go rogue and design in Play-Doh?

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Someone Said

Overheard and out of context. Hang around with us long enough, and you might find something you said posted here, too:

I'm bringing iFrames back.

You just have to hope for the best until it doesn't happen.

Lower case "m" is the best letter.

I keep thinking about that wolf tie.

I'd go to a goat rodeo.

Location ID = 23 Bread Bowl = False (AKA: The Breadbowl Module is Broken.)

It smells like the 80s.

It's broken.

I was working, until I got distracted by this Madonna song.

1-2-3 Cheeseburger Lane!

I'm going to look up thesaurus in the dictionary.

I know how I like my files: Large.

I'm no stranger to a rotten banana.

The 80's called and they want their wine back.

That horse looks like Burt Russel Crowe.

It's like, the Jedi.

I want a corn dog scented candle.

No cults or dying, please. It's Friday.

I'm just not used to Kory wearing pants.

I'm trying to use your design elements but I'm not sure I like them.

Wait 'til I get this gas station food, then order in.

That's why I don't eat it out of a can; I eat it out of a bag.

Fancy code is the only kind I write.

I had a pencil sharpener shaped like a boat.

Steve, let's go somewhere, just you and me.

Is this the collective smell of humanity?

I don't want to chase the red sweater. I just want to buy the red sweater.

I don't like wearing pants.

I don't know who you think you are, coming up in here with a taco.

Was that Rod Stewart?

I'd try human. (on the topic of cannibalism)

If this were a book, I would totally read it.

PBS is very : colon-y.

What did you walk over here like Stone Cold Steve Austin for?

It works!

It looks, feels, and smells great!

My goal is to live until 2085.

I dropped a pickle chip and it got caught in the wheels of my chair.

A person can be positive, AND also inappropriate.

It was working a minute ago.

What's that band? 100 Haircuts?

Never get into a fistfight with a puppeteer.

I'll die if I smell like a hamster.

Something is wrong with the server.

It's like, the future.

They're switchin' browsers and clearin' cookies!

It doesn't work in IE.

I'd rather be Garamond than Papyrus.

Beige is not an image.

It's like a clown car of drawers.

It's like a statue of my dog with a mustache on it.

I've never had much luck with rabbits.

Look at his bag of hot dog boxes on the floor!

Well. I guess we're having stock photos for lunch.

Stop counting the dents in my can of food.

Activate the chicken!

I don't think real cowboys do this much ironing.

I've been here before - I was looking for a baby!

Acknowledge my math!

Rhinos are a big deal.

Murderer at nine o'clock!

Teresa, you haven't given me an answer, you've only given me s*!%.

I just wanna eat this sandwich.

I'm sorry I'm not a sock connoisseur.

(with sarcasm) Yeah, I can't solve a three-year-old's bee jokes.

Steve, you should come look at these sandwich pictures.

Her abs look like a turtle shell.

I don't want this bacon on here any more.

The air doesn't taste like pancakes!

I only got to Utah before I quit.

You wanna do hot dogs Friday?

I mean, how much Jeff Bridges can you have in one movie?

I can handle a lot of Jeff Bridges in one movie.

Your hat smells like bologna.

They'll do anything for a ribbon and a hamburger.

Have you heard about the whaler-pirate guy?

Must. Resist. Cacao.

I just blew my nose in my notes.

It's too Skynrdy.

Michael do you want something pumpkin-spiced?

This is not your grandmother's website!

It's a pickle wearing a cape; I think it's self-explanatory.

I'm sorry about the div.

There are four purses in my purse.

We have flippage!

I think I'm gonna have to set something on fire.

I just smelled fries in my head.

Is that a convertible hearse?

I'm gonna rock that perm!

Steve's probably listening to Fiona Apple.

What don't you think should be converted into a fish tank?

I'm not trying to make my turnips rot you guys.

It reminds me of an old calculator.

Let's see, so the chicken goes in the middle...

This is too helpful.

You look at your astronaut food. I'm gonna work.

IE is the DMV of the Internet.

I feel like I just try too much sometimes.

No. They don't have have budget for robots.

I'm not giving my money to YouTube. YouTube is all horsey and gross.

I can't wait to put that on a T-shirt.

There's a lot of outer space.

I wanna smell how cold it is.

Whoa! That's the monkey!

The donut button isn't working.

I wish I could draw RoboCop.

How am I supposed to get through my workday when I have to take care of all these tiny people in my phone?

Oh, sorry! I'll just rewrite the Web.

Did you just raise the roof on jQuery?

It's not urgent, aside from the building being on fire.

I bought a Chewbacca shirt but I keep forgetting to wear it.

Beige is not a color.

The meatball machine is broken.

If it's not moist, I'm not interested in having it thrown on my desk.

This sushi is quite delicious. If you like the taste of death.

You can't ship pickles.

Then I thought, why not just make it Helvetica?

Why is there a piece of cheese in my purse?

I'm dealing with some very important kangaroo things right now.

Did you say "jQuery" or "Katie Perry"?

Why'd you put me out like that about the Lion King?

I'm thinking like four, maybe five steps ahead of you.

I'm out here changing the Internet.

I just keep making ears by accident.

C'mon. Lemme see your turkey burgers.

If you had a hot dog roller and went shopping for sausages, things might change.

I'm sitting down here with Hot Popcorn Hands.

I want the whole tomato.

That's why I'm walking away while you look at pictures of Rob Van Dam.

You reach into your heart and pull out a potholder.

I'm gonna make websites out of wood.

Entertainment Tonight is where dreams go to die.

Your sweat smells like Dolce & Gabbana.

Sassy Cap'n McBeef O'Brady

Can I be Josh for Halloween?

I've never seen the 80s.

Batteries? Seriously? What is this, 1985?

Don't come at me with your popcorn problems.

I don't foresee whales having cell phones.

Pockets full of coffee.

Please ignore me collating behind you.

The wild cheeses grow aplenty here.

All caps, all the time.

Eating peaches with a spoon stinks.

You see that giant hot dog?

If the Long Island Medium were here, she'd freak out.

I said something about sausage, but I don't remember what it was.

Look at the eyes on that Red-Legged Honeycreeper!

Internet Explorer is ruining this.

I switched to the California Raisins pillowcase last night.


Move. You're where my Diet Coke goes.

400 pounds plus adrenaline, and I could flip a car, easy.

It's too sausagy.

You can't out-do the fish with sneakers.

It doesn't work in Safari.

Are we going to a place I can wear slippers?

My middle toe went numb and I thought I had something in my shoe.

Try not to make it too caskety.

You're the Sherlock Holmes of the digital age.

Why is the llama-cam shaking?

Those stupid little pickles.

Long story short... I'm a genius, and we don't need a new Roomba.

I had some chicken wings in my car that I was going to give you. 

What can I say? I have uncontrollable eyebrows.

I didn't want to spend $40 on a banana costume.

Squirrels don't have pants.

Are pigs becoming extinct?

Gettin' mean... in a nice way.

It's dark and gloomy with zombies, but I think I'll keep my sunglasses on.

You're always picked last and your pasta smells.

It's a torsional thing.

This tastes like Steve's car.

But, Saul Bass already used all the good shapes.

Those weren't professional quality mustaches.

I got this whole thing of Silly Putty stuck on my sleeve.

Salad's nasty.

An ice cream truck drove through this design.

It's like an easy bake oven for adults who like chicken.

Facebook's telling me I'm fat.

It's like Top Chef, but with vodka.

It'll be in the Someone Said that's in your heart.

Well, we have mustaches upstairs.

These people drive like animals.

It's like a pair of pants, for your car.

Always cut toward your innards.

I'm going to pull out the Real Joe Pesci Hat.

It's like if I had muscles but with quarters.

Can you Swissify it?

I'm wing-dingin' it.

I'm not at a place in my heart where I can eat a bear.

One time I set myself on fire.

Come and get it, Sammy Hagar!

This knob makes me want to get drunk.

This phone call is messing up my hair.

I am the ghost of Tractor Supply Company. (spooky voice)

There is no reason for Bob Evans.

He's magic. He's practically a leprechaun.

I try not to have too many hobbies.

How would you get DNA from Elvis?

I’m getting a full-on chest plate tattoo of FORM riding on the back of a magical unicorn to show my appreciation.

I've looked at that alpaca all day.

Emotionally, my hands are in my pockets.

I don't recall there being an h in leprechaun.

Is hot dog one word or two?

There's wine on your motherboard.

...And that is why you don't wear sandals to Blossom.

No, YOU need megadoses of vitamin D.

That's just how I like my mugs: Cheap and Swiss.

It should be a little Burt Reynolds.

Helvetica Light makes me think you're lying.

Is that horse wearing shorts?

I've been to New Jersey?

I'm programming in my head.

No amount of money is worth your husband having a mustache.

It wasn't like that a minute ago.

'M', as in Machu Picchu.

It's too Skittly.

I've been thinking about that wolf tie.

I can't juggle a fish, that's for sure.

I can tell by the look on your face that you're not going to be of any help.

It's like, I read books, but I also party.

You do seem like the type of guy who'd drink pickle juice.

My version of a beard is a hat.

I can still smell Steve.

(with sadness) I hate Internet Explorer.

Our sponsors are our butter, our members are our bread.

How much bread would it take to feed a scorpion for a week?

In Belgium, there's a tax for things that are too multitasky.

Remember when you threw décor at me?

It's like The Sixth Sense, but with tacos.

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