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house cleaning

Friday, August 27th, 2010

Betsy found some unwelcome guests in the studio today! Her aversion to fruit flies is nothing new: she HATES fruit flies.  But I love bananas!  And sometimes when you bring on a new partner, he brings his bananas.

OH!  You’ll also be pleased to know that it only took us three tries to figure out we have to shoot these in landscape instead of portrait, so stay tuned for fatter videos.

Here’s what the Huzzy-cam saw:

And now, the Betsy-cam version:

***Song of the moment: Something to Say, by Stevie Wonder***

a very productive day

Thursday, August 26th, 2010

Betsy and I just got new toys–er… business productivity tools.  Betsy is very fond of hers.

Yes, folks, we’ve drunk (drank? drinken?) the kool aid and we’re VERY pleased about it.  We’ve FaceTime’d from opposite sides of the same room.  We’ve sync’d up our calendars and turned off our push notifications (you’re welcome, battery life).  We have, in short, iPhone’d ourselves.

Oh.  And we’ve made a LOT of videos.  We’re looking forward to sharing our upcoming betsy & iya Great Road Trip of 2010 with you through these magic boxes.

Until next time-

***Song of the moment: She Moves She, by Four Tet***

things I love about my new job

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

As you may suspect, here at betsy & iya, we have a strict no-cubicle policy.  With a total office/studio/shop square footage coming in well below 300, we have found that cubicles make the following things difficult:

opening the door, seeing outside, closing the door, walking, being happy, sweeping, & finding appropriate storage space for our mountains of cash.


So, it’s easy to see why we liquidated our last cubicle ages ago.  This is a move I fully supported before coming on board and one of many things I love about my new job.  Here’s the full and growing list:

no paychecks: because the coolest thing about every other Friday should never be the larger number in your checking account. (ps, IRS: Lupe totally gets a regular paycheck.)

working through lunch: We ate lunch at 4:45pm yesterday.  Who knew caloric deprivation could be so satisfying?

making my wife snacks/eating snacks my wife makes: quickest way to a man’s productivity.

stealing kisses in the break room: shhhh… don’t tell Lupe.

dance parties in the morning: easier when you’re not wearing a tie.

my boss telling me she could care less if I shave: more time for dance parties.

grocery shopping at 10am: SO. MUCH. ROOM!

the whiteboard: SO. MUCH. ORGANIZATION!

but most of all: making up my own job and wanting to be the best at it. I mean, where else do you get to spend hours on Photoshop, use power tools, develop marketing plans, write blog posts, sweep and mop, pack up cars, have fun with sweet customers, drink a beer at 2pm, work until 1am, plan road trips, go on road trips… et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

***Music Video of the moment: End Love, by OkGo.***

Meeting of the minds.

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

We rode our bikes to work today.  Then we had a meeting.  For the business.

The breeze from the ride in must have stuck in our hair, the morning sun in our eyes, and the waking city quiet in our ears.  Our meeting was stellar.  We all three shared ideas and enthusiasm as big edges of new plateaus came into focus.

…wait.  we all three?  who the?  three?  *rummages for meeting agenda*  plateaus… check.  big edges, yes yes.  old business, new business… ah, yes.  Here it is:  Roll Call.

Betsy Cross, present.

Lupe Torres-Cater, present.

Will Cervarich, present.

WAIT!  That third guy!  How did he get in?!  *rummage rummage rummage*  OH!  THAT’S ME!  That’s right, everyone: the huzzy is here to stay and his first assignment is a fantastic blog post.  (*fingers crossed I’m doing a good job*) Hi, world.  I’m thrilled (ecstatic, really) to make your acquaintance.  Thank you for having me.  Thanks for the bike ride, the full whiteboard on the back wall, the simmering ideas and excitement.  Most of all: Thanks for loving my Bets so much.  We can’t wait to show you what we have planned.

At my old office, there was a little store down the hall that sold lottery tickets and candy, etc.  The proprietor had a memory like a triple backed-up laser super computer.  He knew where everyone worked and every time you bought a lottery ticket, he’d wish you good luck that one day you’d be able to leave your job behind. “Bye-byeeee, FATCO!,” he’d say to me (and every other lotto hopeful, inserting their employer).  Well folks, I’ve finally won the lottery and it’s grand.  “Helloooo, betsy & iya!”

***Song of the Moment: Golden Phone, by Micachu***