Found Poems, Ladybusiness, Poetry

Having Spoke in Vain

Unseen maids wait
Where shame late fled
Oh righteous sword
Brave boaster
Go once more
Thy rage bids thee
Fall upon the field
Forc’d, entranc’d, dissolv’d away
Having spoke in vain

This is another found poem from Alexander Pope’s translation of Homer’s Iliad. This one is in response to a new round of rageful comments from the ubiquitous misogynists that feminist blogs tend to attract. And then there were a couple of instances this week, at work, when one of my male coworkers asked me a question and then proceeded to talk LOUDLY over me while I tried to answer him. It was one of those soul destroying sort of weeks when I wonder why I bother.

Genealogy, Photography

Scanning

My slide scanner (CanoScan 8800F) is kind of cantankerous. It was well reviewed, which is why I bought it, and for the most part it works great (can’t say as much for the software bundled with it, alas), but it has a couple of quirks.

The main problem is that I’ve been having trouble getting decent scans of negatives. I don’t know if it’s a hardware issue or something wonky with the software, but almost every time I scan a negative image, I get large, flat, grey areas within the image. I was about to send the scanner back, but I went ahead and tried scanning some 35mm slides. Those worked fine. Hmm. The only difference in the settings was that I was scanning the slides as positive images. So I tried scanning some of the problem negatives again, only this time as positive images, and they came out perfectly. Very odd! I just have to invert the images in Photoshop, which is no big deal.

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Mert and Mel

And another one of my grandpa (left) and his brother, Mel (right). I’ve been trying for days to scan this negative!

Genealogy, Photography

Louis Thompson

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This was my great grandfather, Louis Thompson. He and my great grandma Nell were divorced in the early 1930s. I’d never seen a picture of him before, but the last time I visited my grandparents, I went through my grandma’s old scrapbooks. She had a couple of photos of him, which I scanned. Grandma said he always wore white, and that he worked on an oil rig in the Gulf Coast.