I have a lot of thoughts. Some are about politics, some are about philosophy, a few are about history or science or pop culture, and almost all are inchoate messes. This blog exists to give me an excuse to force my thoughts into order and clean up the arguments I come up with through the process of writing them down. If you happen to find it interesting, that’s a bonus!
(As for the name Her Fingers Bloomed: it comes from Emily Wilson’s translation of the Odyssey. The Homeric epics often use repetitive phrases and epithets, designed to help people remember the poems by heart. Probably the most common such epithet in the Odyssey is “ἠὼς ῥοδοδάκτυλος”, “rosy-fingered dawn”, used to signal the beginning of each new day. It’s a beautiful image of the first little bits of rose-coloured light that come peeking over the horizon in the early morning. Wilson uses many different translations of the phrase throughout the poem, and the one that always stuck in my mind was: “The early Dawn was born; her fingers bloomed.”)
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