The Post-Partisan Emporium

  The Garden Before the Machine On the lost vegetables of the Medieval Age, and why they are coming back Morgoth Autumn has arrived to call time on my third growing season at the veg patch. I still have some hardier brassicas, such as cabbage, sprouts, and broccoli, in the plot. Still, the good times are indeed over, and my decidedly unexciting overwintering crops, such as leeks, onions, and garlic, are almost ready to go in. Looking back on the growing season, I can recount my successes and failures. I planted tomatoes for the first time and found them to be an astonishingly weak and needy plant. First, as seedlings, there wasn’t enough daylight; then, as plants, it was too cold; then they had too much water; then they demanded expensive fertiliser. During the summer heatwave, it was too hot. Conversely, a great success story this year was the scarlet runner beans. As the tomatoes cried out for attention in the greenhouse, the scarlet runners happily climbed a makeshift trellis an...

  A Revolution, not a Recalibration (That's What we Want) The pack of wolves that devoured Gaza are trying to lull us to sleep, but we must be adamant: institutions and norms that have betrayed humanity must not be allowed to survive the Gaza Holocaust Alon Mizrahi I am not, and never have been, a man of institutions and establishments. The combination of architecture and authority has always given me an actual fear of death; whenever I faced such a combination, since my first day in school, I had to run away or engage very lightly, always with an eye on the nearest exit. When I wrote my first book (dedicated to the subject of freedom) in the politically useless language of Hebrew, much of it was about the danger establishments posed to personal, philosophical, and political liberty. Granted, I grew up and spent my life in the deeply conflicted and now notoriously deranged Israel, where establishments are actually tools of merciless colonization, but anti-establishmentarianism is n...