According to their website, blog and
Tweets, the Beehive
Baltimore is an active community of writers sharing space to
increase productivity and decrease cost. It’s a classic formula, a proven
formula and financially, it makes sense.
It makes sense socially too.
The Hive is located in a cluster of
offices, within a trendy, multi-purpose warehouse-esque modern building.
I picture writers, painters,
sculptors, and dancers engaging in discussion, debate, and coffee laced with
crème and conversation.
I don’t picture writers writing,
painters painting, sculptors sculpting or dancers actually dancing.
And, I’d like to.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been
planning a visit to the Hive to see just what co-working is all about. They are
virtually locatable. I found their website; read their blog, and followed their
tweets. I can find the Hive on a map, online, on Google Earth. I can @Beehive
them, email them, or comment to a blog.
What I can’t do is call them.
Social networking, word of mouth,
and an online presence, keeps them plugged into the community they likely want
to reach.
But what about me?
How do I cross the communication divide?
How do I cross the communication divide?
I can’t pull out of my coveted
parking spot on P2, drive the 3.5 miles in potential rush-hour traffic, and
search for a parking spot in the parking garage I’m not sure they have, if I
don’t know they will be there when I am.
I could email them and set up an
appointment, I could DM them, or even Tweet—but, I won’t.
I will continue to search for a
number to communicate in a medium I’m familiar with through a terrain in which
I’m not.
Originally Posted: July
02, 2009
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