It’s funny how you can get used to the most extraordinary things, taking the amazing for granted until someone threatens to take them away.
Twenty-ton airplanes fly, and we don’t blink an eye. Lettuce seeds buried in the ground, angled every which way, somehow, amazingly, detect gravity to send their shoots straight up to the sky every time, and then we complain they’re not big enough to eat yet. Mothers love us no matter what, and you know how we treat them.
And then there’s Cubespace.
Cubespace is a shared workspace so perfectly functional and Portlandesque I’ve rarely thought about how extraordinary it is. The idea is “coworking“: an efficient yet social workspace arrangement for serious freelancers, a step up from working at the cafe.
I suppose someone could set up a collection of desks and phones and printers anywhere and call it coworking, but Cubespace’s proprietors Eva and David have truly generated a positive and comfortable atmosphere. They know what a freelancer needs: reasonably priced office space, a tireless, fully automatic espresso machine (complimentary for paying customers), a quiet room for when you need to focus, and, for when you need a sugar rush, free Capn Crunch. No wonder I feel at home there.
Now Cubespace is threatened with eviction. I won’t bang the drum too loudly here, because David and Eva are negotiating with their landlord currently, and David has summarized the plot succintly here. But I am encouraged that the news led to a flash flood of direct support, including a fundraising site that’s collected about $5000 in just a few days. I won’t take Cubespace for granted any longer — nor the twenty-ton airplanes, nor the gravity-detecting lettuce shoots, nor the long-suffering moms. Well, maybe just one mom…
Update: June 2009. Cubespace is closing, but it’s hard to say that it failed. Have a good summer, guys.