Beehive Baltimore

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?

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