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Culture

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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

David

Despite his perpetually gentle demeanor, David is a former professional boxer who once garnered the title of Cleveland Golden Gloves Lightweight Champion. He loves Edward Hopper, 90s English emo and his sheep dog, Wesley. When he’s not running triathlons or dodging wild mustangs in the Arizona desert, he can be found whistling, raising goats and antiquing. He claims he brought his harmonica to FORM because it’s cool, but we suspect it’s really because his family asked him not to play it at home.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Friday the 13th Part Three

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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 like a clown car of drawers.

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

Must. Resist. Cacao.

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

Remember when you threw décor at me?

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

What's that band? 100 Haircuts?

I've never had much luck with rabbits.

Are pigs becoming extinct?

It's like, the Jedi.

It doesn't work in Safari.

We have flippage!

Whoa! That's the monkey!

1-2-3 Cheeseburger Lane!

'M', as in Machu Picchu.

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

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

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

Beige is not an image.

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

Mister-I'm-Never-Wrong!

Entertainment Tonight is where dreams go to die.

It looks, feels, and smells great!

It works!

This is too helpful.

I'm bringing iFrames back.

I'm gonna make websites out of wood.

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

Are we going to a place I can wear slippers?

Try not to make it too caskety.

Salad's nasty.

Internet Explorer is ruining this.

The donut button isn't working.

Is this the collective smell of humanity?

Facebook's telling me I'm fat.

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

There is no reason for Bob Evans.

Activate the chicken!

I switched to the California Raisins pillowcase last night.

I've looked at that alpaca all day.

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

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

Steve, you should come look at these sandwich pictures.

Is that horse wearing shorts?

Come and get it, Sammy Hagar!

That horse looks like Burt Russel Crowe.

(with sadness) I hate Internet Explorer.

Can I be Josh for Halloween?

How would you get DNA from Elvis?

It doesn't work in IE.

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

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

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

You're the Sherlock Holmes of the digital age.

It's broken.

They're switchin' browsers and clearin' cookies!

The wild cheeses grow aplenty here.

Sassy Cap'n McBeef O'Brady

This phone call is messing up my hair.

This knob makes me want to get drunk.

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

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

Have you heard about the whaler-pirate guy?

Those weren't professional quality mustaches.

Squirrels don't have pants.

A person can be positive AND inappropriate.

Did you just raise the roof on jQuery?

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

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

Please ignore me collating behind you.

Then I thought, why not just make it Helvetica?

I want a corn dog scented candle.

It's like Top Chef, but with vodka.

It wasn't like that a minute ago.

I'm gonna rock that perm!

There's wine on your motherboard.

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

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

I don't foresee whales having cell phones.

C'mon. Lemme see your turkey burgers.

Your sweat smells like Dolce & Gabbana.

I'm programming in my head.

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

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

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

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

It reminds me of an old calculator.

Beige is not a color.

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

An ice cream truck drove through this design.

Emotionally, my hands are in my pockets.

Those stupid little pickles.

It was working a minute ago.

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

It's too sausagy.

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

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

I just keep making ears by accident.

My version of a beard is a hat.

It should be a little Burt Reynolds.

Something is wrong with the server.

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

You're always picked last and your pasta smells.

Move. You're where my Diet Coke goes.

What can I say? I have uncontrollable eyebrows.

Is hot dog one word or two?

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

Helvetica Light makes me think you're lying.

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

Is that a convertible hearse?

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

Fancy code is the only kind I write.

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

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

I want the whole tomato.

It's a torsional thing.

Your hat smells like bologna.

It's too Skittly.

Always cut toward your innards.

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

This is not your grandmother's website!

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

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

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

Lower case "m" is the best letter.

I'm sitting down here with Hot Popcorn Hands.

Steve's probably listening to Fiona Apple.

The air doesn't taste like pancakes!

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

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

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

Well, we have mustaches upstairs.

I'd go to a goat rodeo.

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

There are four purses in my purse.

I just blew my nose in my notes.

I can still smell Steve.

You see that giant hot dog?

I feel like I just try too much sometimes.

Was that Rod Stewart?

Why is there a piece of cheese in my purse?

PBS is very : colon-y.

This tastes like Steve's car.

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

It's too Skynrdy.

I'm wing-dingin' it.

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

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

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

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

Batteries? Seriously? What is this, 1985?

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

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

Look at the eyes on that Red-Legged Honeycreeper!

I've never seen the 80s.

Her abs look like a turtle shell.

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

I've been to New Jersey?

Eating peaches with a spoon sucks.

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

Don't come at me with your popcorn problems.

Rhinos are a big deal.

IE is the DMV of the Internet.

I had a pencil sharpener shaped like a boat.

Can you Swissify it?

You can't ship pickles.

I don't like wearing pants.

I'm sorry about the div.

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

I just smelled fries in my head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You reach into your heart and pull out a potholder.

Gettin' mean... in a nice way.

My goal is to live until 2085.

All caps, all the time.

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

It's like, the future.

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

I wanna smell how cold it is.

You wanna do hot dogs Friday?

I'm no stranger to a rotten banana.

Michael do you want something pumpkin-spiced?

Never get into a fistfight with a puppeteer.

I know how I like my files: Large.

Acknowledge my math!

But, Saul Bass already used all the good shapes.

I'm just not used to Kory wearing pants.

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

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

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

There's a lot of outer space.

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

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

These people drive like animals.

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

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

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

No, YOU need megadoses of vitamin D.

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

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

The meatball machine is broken.

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

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

I wish I could draw RoboCop.

Murderer at nine o'clock!