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Culture

You've probably
noticed we love
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

Ken

A wizardly mix of app programmer and mad scientist, Ken writes Objective-C like it's his first language. A trained electrical engineer, he's a Kandinsky with a soldering iron and at this very moment, probably has a diode in his pocket. He once owned a vinyl album collection the size of a cargo trailer. In sixth grade, he souped-up his alarm clock so it pulled a string attached to his pillow. Though the feasibility assessment of the PillowPuller™ was doomed, today Ken holds two patents for his display technology inventions.

Kory

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 round trips to the Moon.

Teresa

Though confused by long division and cooking, Teresa can ideate, illustrate and envisage like nobody's business. She is a trained silversmith and studio jeweler and pines for hammers like most girls pine for shoes. She once met Pink Floyd, counted 17 shooting stars over the Colorado River, and was seriously injured by a pot pie. When she's not electroetching silver in cupric nitrate she can be found wandering in Utah, smelling old books, listening to Bach, and spooning with her Boston Terrier, Hugo.

Ashleigh

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.

Josh

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, 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.

Ceci

Her great grandfather painted backdrops for the opera houses of Europe; her dad is a musicologist; her mother is an abstract painter. It’s no wonder Ceci has dedicated her career to arts marketing. A passionate workaholic and mom to both small humans and mini schnauzers, Ceci’s favorite pastime is “a quiet moment with a glass of wine.” Named after the patron saint of music, she is a former classical singer with a penchant for pants roles and Bach cantatas. She might be the shortest FORMie, but she isn’t afraid to engage in a studio scrap over Star Trek vs. Star Wars.

Michael

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.

Steve

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.

Katelyn

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 production schedule, 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.

Hannah

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. 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.

Emily

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 enjoys the Avett Brothers, sourdough bread, and her big-small dog, Eloise. 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.

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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:

It's too Skittly.

Did you just raise the roof on jQuery?

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

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

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

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

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

I'm wing-dingin' it.

The wild cheeses grow aplenty here.

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

This tastes like Steve's car.

It doesn't work in IE.

Batteries? Seriously? What is this, 1985?

I just blew my nose in my notes.

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

I'm bringing iFrames back.

Beige is not a color.

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

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

Is that horse wearing shorts?

Is hot dog one word or two?

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

I've never seen the 80s.

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

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

The meatball machine is broken.

My goal is to live until 2085.

I don't like wearing pants.

Look at the eyes on that Red-Legged Honeycreeper!

Please ignore me collating behind you.

There's a lot of outer space.

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

That horse looks like Burt Russel Crowe.

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

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

Never get into a fistfight with a puppeteer.

It's broken.

It wasn't like that a minute ago.

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

I keep thinking about that wolf tie.

This knob makes me want to get drunk.

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

I just keep making ears by accident.

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

But, Saul Bass already used all the good shapes.

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

I'm gonna rock that perm!

This phone call is messing up my hair.

Facebook's telling me I'm fat.

I'm gonna make websites out of wood.

Pockets full of coffee.

Always cut toward your innards.

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

Activate the chicken!

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

C'mon. Lemme see your turkey burgers.

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

It reminds me of an old calculator.

I'd go to a goat rodeo.

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

Mister-I'm-Never-Wrong!

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

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

It was working a minute ago.

Her abs look like a turtle shell.

I've been to New Jersey?

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

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

We have flippage!

Why is there a piece of cheese in my purse?

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

The air doesn't taste like pancakes!

Must. Resist. Cacao.

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

Come and get it, Sammy Hagar!

I'm sorry about the div.

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

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

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

Have you heard about the whaler-pirate guy?

Then I thought, why not just make it Helvetica?

Rhinos are a big deal.

I had a pencil sharpener shaped like a boat.

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

What's that band? 100 Haircuts?

Sassy Cap'n McBeef O'Brady

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

I'm no stranger to a rotten banana.

There are four purses in my purse.

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

It smells like the 80s.

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

I want the whole tomato.

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

Salad's nasty.

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

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

I'd rather be Garamond than Papyrus.

I don't foresee whales having cell phones.

It works!

Whoa! That's the monkey!

You can't ship pickles.

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

(with sadness) I hate Internet Explorer.

Is this the collective smell of humanity?

A person can be positive AND inappropriate.

1-2-3 Cheeseburger Lane!

Are pigs becoming extinct?

'M', as in Machu Picchu.

What can I say? I have uncontrollable eyebrows.

It's too sausagy.

Murderer at nine o'clock!

It's like Top Chef, but with vodka.

Something is wrong with the server.

It's like, the Jedi.

Don't come at me with your popcorn problems.

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

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

This is too helpful.

Stop counting the dents in my can of food.

It should be a little Burt Reynolds.

The donut button isn't working.

Internet Explorer is ruining this.

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

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

I know how I like my files: Large.

I feel like I just try too much sometimes.

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

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

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

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

Emotionally, my hands are in my pockets.

These people drive like animals.

I'm programming in my head.

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

Steve, you should come look at these sandwich pictures.

Fancy code is the only kind I write.

I just wanna eat this sandwich.

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

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

Your hat smells like bologna.

Helvetica Light makes me think you're lying.

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

Eating peaches with a spoon stinks.

Entertainment Tonight is where dreams go to die.

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

Was that Rod Stewart?

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

You wanna do hot dogs Friday?

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

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

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

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

It's a torsional thing.

Well, we have mustaches upstairs.

[referring to welding] One time I set myself on fire.

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

I wish I could draw RoboCop.

IE is the DMV of the Internet.

Lower case "m" is the best letter.

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

It's too Skynrdy.

I switched to the California Raisins pillowcase last night.

No, YOU need megadoses of vitamin D.

I'm just not used to Kory wearing pants.

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

How would you get DNA from Elvis?

Is that a convertible hearse?

It's like, the future.

Can you Swissify it?

Squirrels don't have pants.

Remember when you threw décor at me?

My version of a beard is a hat.

Are we going to a place I can wear slippers?

There's wine on your motherboard.

It looks, feels, and smells great!

I've looked at that alpaca all day.

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

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

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

Those stupid little pickles.

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

I've never had much luck with rabbits.

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

I wanna smell how cold it is.

They're switchin' browsers and clearin' cookies!

I've been thinking about that wolf tie.

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

Those weren't professional quality mustaches.

An ice cream truck drove through this design.

There is no reason for Bob Evans.

Try not to make it too caskety.

This is not your grandmother's website!

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

I can still smell Steve.

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

All caps, all the time.

I want a corn dog scented candle.

You see that giant hot dog?

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

I'm sitting down here with Hot Popcorn Hands.

Move. You're where my Diet Coke goes.

Michael do you want something pumpkin-spiced?

Steve's probably listening to Fiona Apple.

Acknowledge my math!

Gettin' mean... in a nice way.

PBS is very : colon-y.

You're always picked last and your pasta smells.

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

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

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

It doesn't work in Safari.

Your sweat smells like Dolce & Gabbana.

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

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

I can't wait to put that sum@*$#& on a T-shirt!

You're the Sherlock Holmes of the digital age.

You reach into your heart and pull out a potholder.

I just smelled fries in my head.

Beige is not an image.

Can I be Josh for Halloween?

It's like a clown car of drawers.