Philosophy grads, part 2
“Here is one hand,” says Moore, “and here is another.” While Moore’s Prosthetics isn’t actually one of the philosophy-themed small businesses popping up around the country, I couldn’t resist ducking in and asking Mr. Moore if there were any hands. I can’t stay long, however, as I’m on my way to the Edible Complex. I’m meeting with Neil Levy to discuss some of the businesses popping up as new PhDs look for alternatives to the anemic academic job market.
The Edible Complex is a hip new café, just down the street from the risqué leather shop Discipline and Punish. Like several nearby cafés, they have board games set out for customers. Unlike anywhere else, however, the games are all philosophy-themed. There’s a philosophy edition of Guess Who? (“Is this person a physicalist?”), as well as several selections from the Ludwig’s Language Games series (“Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must make funny noises.”) Jesse Patton opened the Complex last year, leaving behind work as a per-term instructor in the California State system. Patton has several business ideas in the works, including a challenger to Ancestry.com, the Genealogy of Mortals (“God is dead. And he was once married to your mother’s second cousin.”)
In my last post, I suggested that, while the pastries at Berkeley’s Bakery were phenomenal, their bagels were insubstantial. Neil Levy disagrees. “Their bagels are ideal,” he says. Professor Levy also warns me about Locke Smith (locksmithing by your choice of a John Locke or Adam Smith impersonator):
I had a bad experience with Locke Smith. My brother called them when he couldn’t open one [of] the doors in his apartment. All they do is to carry him whilst fast asleep, into a room where is a person he longs to see and speak with; and be there locked fast in, beyond his power to get out: he awakes, and is glad to find himself in so desirable company, which he stays willingly. For that, they charge him 100 bucks, saying is not this stay voluntary? And the door’s still locked.
I must admit that my last post was hastily researched, and I cannot vouch for the services of any of the companies mentioned.
[Edit: philowitz from Possible Experience adds: "Don’t forget Kant’s Plastics — they synthesize manifolds."]
[Notes: Neil Levy's remarks are taken from the comments section of the previous post and used with his permission. Portland, Oregon, actually has an Edible Complex, which is pictured (though the slogan is fictional), as well as a Marx Jewelers. Lastly, I think the phrase used as the slogan for Ludwig's Language Games was once uttered by Mike Rauscher while we were at Oberlin together.]