  23 mai 2012: Intimations AoI 1 - riverbankingThere was a time when I was a virgin (well, I still am, but on my blog I like to pretend otherwise, maybe I’ll hook up with one of the supermodels with adventurous lives who read it). I thought I tell you some stories from those times - but I have to warn you: you might end up wishing you didn’t read it. I shall call this series “Intimations from the Age of Innocence.” My first “sexual memories” from childhood are rather disturbing – at least, they disturb me. (And, btw, “intimations” is a word I learned from Wordsworth.) In what is probably my earliest memory (was I yet in kindergarten?), it was a lazy, wonderful summer, I was 3, 4 or 5 and playing with a girl one year older than me. She’d lay down on her back on a big log in the riverbanks and I would lift up her skirt and start playing with her pussy. I was quite independent as a kid and seldom did what I was told – I was a rebel way before knowing what it means or that chicks dig it – but when I was with her I felt this strange, inexplicable obligation to do that until she’d tell me to stop. For some reason, we did this at least once a day and perhaps the perfume of the verboten fruit was what kept me going. I may have even initiated it a few times. Sooner rather than later I started feeling strangely left out of this equation. This activity felt unfair, as she was going through some kind of transformation of sorts, while I was getting a CTS (and this is way before Seymore Butts taught us in Tushy Girls how to build stamina for G-spot hand stimulation). I got bored and frustrated and I started to experiment by deviating from the gentle crescendo into a random jerking mode, causing her to yell “not like that” and other similarly concerned statements. But that wasn’t enough. I threatened her I’ll tell my grandfather what was going on. Maybe I was afraid that I was “hurting” her and felt guilty, or maybe I picked up on her own sense of guilt and wanted to play with it, I can’t remember, but I had no intention to actually rat on her, I was only teasing her. Next thing, a few hours after uttering my threat, my grandfather came into my room. I don’t think I had seen him this angry before. His eyes were burning as he told me I know what you’re doing and I want you to stop right away! I can’t remember if I was playing the fool or if I was trying to figure it out myself, but telling him that I didn’t know what he meant did not mollify him. I was quite angry with her: she did to me what I only threatened to do but had no intention of doing. Also, it was most likely her that got me to do those things to her – yes, I was born with certain instincts, but finding the clit could not have possibly been in my genes – in my jeans at most. I didn’t want to see her again but the circumstances forced us to be together. We weren’t allowed to go to the river again on our own and besides I was upset so we spent our next few days indoors. Either because I still felt the need to explore but her body was now off-limits, or because I did not want to see her again, I started going under the bed or behind other furniture and not coming out. That scared her so I started playing on that by declaiming in what I wanted to be a ghost-like voice but probably came out more like Peter Griffin. Regardless, it did scare her and predictably, she told on me yet again. Most people learn from their mistakes, but I’m not one of them. I should’ve learned that girls have this propensity to rat on you whether they are guiltier than you or not and have none of the qualms boys have about appealing to a higher authority; also, they don’t seem to experience the relatively greater shame of the situation they place themselves in, taking comfort / Schadenfreude in the proportionally smaller discomfort they are causing you. Perhaps this is the reason why most women I slept with (with very few exceptions) were much eager to film our sexual escapades than I ever was. plane Lolita A few years ago I took a flight to Europe and right next to me they seated a girl in her tweens or younger (12-13, probably). She had been sent by her parents, who were not traveling with her, and she was very talkative – excited is a better word. I had a book I’d been trying to read for a long time so I was somewhat happy I wasn’t going to make small talk. Except that she had a different idea about how that was going to unfold so she started talking to me. When I tried to ignore her, she started touching me or even tickling me. She was full of unspent energy and her overtures did not feel entirely innocent – I started feeling uncomfortable. Thinking that this would get her to behave, I asked her to “stop touching me” raising my voice. She reacted by doing the same to me, even though I wasn’t touching her at all. While my raising of voice caused almost no reaction, when she did it, everybody in that transatlantic flight turned toward me with horrified eyes. I felt sick. Not only that I had failed miserably in getting her to let me read, but now people seemed to think that I was manipulating her into having sex with me while making it seem that it’s her desire (as most pedophiles are apparently very adept at doing). When we stopped to refuel (Dublin, Belfast or another unusual city, most likely), the girl asked me if she can go with me to see the airport. I was considering my options (I was actually concerned that she was so crazy she might do something stupid and despite the evidence to the contrary, for some reason I felt I can handle her), when a flight attendant told us curtly “I will go with her.” What has happened with the airplane Lolita is very clear to me, but my weird compulsion to push the riverbank girl’s buttons still bothers me. Was it biological programming? Had one of us been previously abused? Was I precocious or just doing what boys have always done? Sources / More info: [weird al] [madonna] seymore, CTS zamo, love, virgin, viriginity, virginitate, dragoste, adolescenta, pubertate, prepubertate, puberty, tween, pussy, sex, sexualitate, forbidden fruit, sexuality, schadenfreude, amintiri din copilarie (Tags)
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|  8 mai 2012: Human Stupidity by Ion CreangaOne of the best known Romanian folk stories is that of "Human Stupidity", as told by a Moldovan bard, Ion Creanga. I haven't found an English translation online, so I decided to translate it myself with the help of Google. First published in Învățătorul copiilor..., ed. III, Iași, 1874; as usual, I translate with Google and make a few quick correction, so I apologize if the quality is low: Once upon a time, when it was, because, if it hadn’t been, we’d have no story to tell. We are not from those times, but we are two to three days closer, when the flea wore ninety-nine lbs iron heavy shoes to a foot and it still felt too light. It’s been said that once there was a married man, and this man lived together with his mother-in-law. His wife, who had a suckling child, was rather dumb; even the mother-in-law, was no smartie. One day, our man leaves the house to go about his business, like every man does. His wife, after she bathed the baby, swaddled and nursed him, then she put him in bed next to the stove, because it was winter, and then swung it and sang a lullaby, until he fell asleep. After he fell asleep, she sat there thinking, then began to wail as loud as her mouth alllowed: "Aulio! My baby, my baby!" Her mother, who spun behind the chimney, startled, threw away her tools and, jumping up selflessly, asked with dread: - What is it, mother’s deares, what’s with you? - Mother, Mother! My child will die! - When and how? - Here's how. See the salt block on the chimney? - I see it. So? - If the cat climbs up there, it will throw it straight to my baby's head and kill him! - Woe to me, right you are, my girl; the little one’s days are numbered! And, looking ahead to block of salt on the chimney and with their hands clenched, as if someone had tied them, they began to wail both, like crazy, as if the house was boiling. While they were in the midst of self-disfigurement, the man of the house entered the door, hungry and worried. - What is it? What startled you, witches? Catching their breath, they began to wipe off their tears and tell him while mourning about the happening that had yet to happen. The man, after listening to them, said with wonder: - Yo! I saw many fools in my life, but never like you two. I’'ll go roam the land! And if I find anyone dumber than you, I’ll be coming home, but if not, I won’t. So saying, he sighed heavily, leaving the house without saying goodbye, and left angry and bitter! And he walking batty without knowing where to, after some time, stopping in one place, it happened to see something that he had never seen before: a man was holding a bushel with its mouth to the desert sun for a short while then quickly grabbed it and ran back with it in his shack, and then he’d come back out, and put its mouth to the sun, and so on ... Our traveler, puzzled, said: - Hello, good man! - Thank you, friend! - But what are you doing here? - Well, I’ve been toiling for the past two or three days to carry some sun into my shack, to have light, but to no avail... - What a drudge, yo! said the traveler. Have an ax handy? - Yes I do. - Grab it by the tail, break here and the sun will go inside by itself. Once he did so, and sunlight got into the shack. - A great wonder, good man, said the host. Had God not brought you here, I was to grow old carrying the sun with my bushel. "Another goof," said the traveler to himself and left. And on he went. After a while he reached a village, and, by chance, stopped at the house of a man. The man of the house was a wheelwright, and had assembled a carriage in the house, in its entirety; and now wished to take it out, so he pulled the hitch with all his might but the wagon would not come out. You know why? The doors were narrower than the cart. The man wanted to demolish the walls to take it out. Luckily however, the traveler taught him to take the cart apart, take the parts outside one by one and then put it back together again.
- Much obliged, good man, said the host, you taught me well! Just think about it! I was about to demolish this good old house for the cart’s sake ... From here on our traveler, counting yet another dimwit, went straight ahead, until he again reached a house. There, what do you see?! A man with a big fork in one hand, was trying to throw some nuts into the attic. "More and more idiots," said the traveler itself. - But why are you so troubled, good man? - Well, I want to throw some nuts in the attic, and this damned big fork, cursed be its name, not is no good ... - You toil pointlessly, uncle! You can curse it all you want, the fork won’t work. Have a bushel? - How could I not have it? - Put the nuts in the bushel, take it on the shoulder and climb up to the attic; the big fork is for straw, not for nuts. The man listened, and work was soon over. Traveler did not linger there any more, but left, counting one more idiot. Then, from there he went on, until he had to see yet another silly deed. A man had tied a cow with a rope around the neck and, having climbed up to a barn where he had thrown some hay, was pulling the rope hard to get cow up on the barn. The cow was in pain, and he was getting tired ... - My man! said the traveler in stupor, but what are you trying to do? - What am I doing, you ask me? But can’t you see? - I do see, I just do not understand. - Look, this cow is very hungry but would rather die than come up here on this barn to get some hay ... - Hold on, Christian, you’re hanging the cow! Take the hay down to the cow! - But won’t it get wasted? ... - Do not be sparing of bran and cheap on the flour. The man listened and the cow escaped death. - Well you taught me, good man! For this little hay I was about to strangle my cow! So, our traveler, wondering and this is great folly, said to himself, "the cat could have possibly pushed the salt block off the chimney, but carry the sun in the house with a bushel, throw walnuts to the attic with a big fork and drag the cow up to the barn by rope, NEVER! " So the traveler returned home and partied with his own, whom he considered more enlightened than those who saw in his journey. AND I rode on a saddle, and so told you this ditty. AND I rode on a wheel, and I told it still. AND I rode on a strawberry, and I lied to make you merry! The story seems to equate female passivity and lack of agency with stupidity. Women are passive and complain while the man is the doer – he makes things happen, he is the agent of change. Yet this is not what the story is about. After roaming the land in search of intelligence, our hero goes back home where things are not as bad. I included below for good measure links to the original in Romanian as well as the audio version + other stories by Ion Creanga made into movies. Finally, you can find the movie Idiocracy (imdb). Sources / More info: wikisource, neamt, [audio] [amintiri din copilarie bis] [pacala se intoarce] [mama / capra cu trei iezi] [idiocracy] asa.zamo.ca, Ion Creanga, basm, poveste, story, stupidity, idiocy, idiocracy, dumb, dumbness, dumb down, dumbed down (Tags)
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|  8 mai 2012: between 12 and 12-BI really don’t have the time for this, but yet again, someone on the internets is wrong. There were many foreign students in my childhood Bucharest, most studying to become doctors in our University and most speaking Arabic. Everything was cheap in petrodollars and especially Romanian women, who, according to the Arab students were the best looking and cheapest in Europe. Most were willing to have sex even for small gifts, such as coffee, stockings and even cheap chocolate. The foreign students were renting cars and rented cars had plates starting with 12-B, hence Mihai Stanescu’s caricature. In this internship-like version of “schimb de experienta cu expertii straini” (“cultural exchange”?) Romanian women were not only acquiring small gifts, but(t) also, due to the low availability of contraception methods, a new style of walking. If you were to ask them after many years about their Arabic paramours, these pitzis would’ve said about each one “and I really loved him, but he broke my heart and colon; and after all this, he really was a Jew: he wanted his bong back.” The following are real comments from “Adevarul” – the paper I wrote about in engrish & 13 to such a story: You might think that comments don’t make a tabloid; then again, the content is not far off that genre either. Yet it probably wasn’t the reputation of Romanian women the major factor in forming my ethics, nor was being on my own in my teens in Bucharest with an apartment to take care of, school to go to, a guardian aunt who was cheating on my uncle at my place and also keeping my pension and whatever my father was sending for herself in a crumbling infrastructure and disappearing morals. Let’s just say it was mostly my earlier childhood experiences that informed an oversized sense of fairness. Injustice made me literally sick (I ascribe my childhood asthma – “bronsita astmatiforma” – to such emotions) and it still has an almost paralyzing effect on me. It’s nearly impossible to discuss issues of fairness or ethics with others as most people assume that you do so from a position of superiority, a “hollier-than-thou” attitude, but I persevere. One such issue is paying for sex. Paying for sex is something I’ve never been able to bring myself to do – at least, I didn’t think so. I was in such a situation a few times, but nothing much came out of it. For instance, once in Paris, during one of my Euro trips, I had a few hours to kill before leaving, I was too tired of museums so I spent this time roaming the streets. I checked out a few brothels with menus and did strike up a conversation with the girls at reception who got mad when I told them I’m not interested. A while later, a black girl coming from the opposite direction started sticking her tongue out at me (in Paris brothels this seemed the one method of enticing potential clients). I was curious what would came out of it and even though I was actually turned off by this impolite act, I followed her into a seedy apartment where – long story short – I ended up a few hundred francs (yes, it was the year before Euro adoption) lighter and with a knife at my throat. Another time I was in Krakow but that story too is better left for another article. The point is, giving a woman money, under any so-called “romantic” circumstance, instantly makes her unattractive to me and it completely excludes the possibility of a serious relationship. This is a bitch, because often times, women I have found attractive seemed to expect me to pay for dinner even when they invited me, while I may not find women who go strictly “Dutch” too attractive. I always offer to pay and sometimes even insist on it if I get the feeling that this is what she expects or that my paying will make her happy, but the end result is that she ceases to interest me sexually or otherwise. I find that even women with careers and high-paying jobs, who have their finances together, still take pleasure in having their date (me) pay for dinner; I feel insulted if they offer to pay for mine. I’ve been in situations where women – some older, some younger – treated me a bit like a plaything and wanted to pay for my hotel etc but I did not accept. I even went as far as conducting an informal survey among my female friends on their attitudes on this sort of thing and it generally went something like: do you think it’s a man’s obligation to pay for dinner? – no, of course not, but it’s nice if he offers would you ever pay for dinner? – sure, if I invited him have you ever paid for dinner? – the answers varied from “no, but I would” to “yes a few times” for the “yes” I continued: more than he paid? – the answer was invariably NO Yet that shouldn’t be surprising – if it is, listen to girlwriteswhat / donkey / responsibility. Why is this important? Well, obviously, it’s not the amount of money. In our society, if I don’t offer to pay, I will be considered “a Jew” as the comments below indicate and nothing further will happen because she will most likely not be interested. If I offer to pay, she will probably accept and nothing further will happen because I lose interest. I tried a few times to pretend I am interested, but the relationship was doomed and never recovered. This is obviously one of the many reasons some of my [potential] relationships fizzled, but it’s a pretty serious one. Furthermore, it never happens that both halves of the couple have the same financial circumstances – usually, one is a have-not. How do you deal with that? Should the couple engage only in activities that are accessible to both? Should the “richer” one fully and unconditionally subsidize the other until running out of money? Hard to answer, eh?! Let us now move on to the actual story. Sources / More info: ft, ro-ro-p asa.zamo.ca, prostitution, prostitutie, anal sex, prostituate, prostituata, Dragoste modernă (Tags)
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|  5 aprilie 2012: Made in Romania (2010)Much to my surprise, a movie featuring Elisabeth Hurley and filmed entirely in Romania has no review that I can find. The reviews are lacking because, judging by the upload date of the Transilvanius’s trailer, the movie was shown at the Transylvanian TIFF 2009 and then pretty much abandoned in terms of promotion. Although a full review is unavailable, we get “opinions” that can pass as a review on Amazon: "Made in Romania" is another in a long line of films that self-consciously looks at Hollywood and the film making process. Some of the best of this genre include "Bombshell" (1933), "Sunset Boulevard" (1950; also: 5 min), "The Stuntman" (1980; also director & full), "A Star is Born" (1937 – full, revived, 1954), and "Swimming with Sharks" (1994). A bit off beat, one should also see "Ed Wood" (1994), "Get Shorty" (1995), or "Shadow of the Vampire" (2000).
The current film is a semi-documentary in which Jennifer Tilly tries to make a film based on a Victorian novel. We see her putting the team together in California, entering pre-production in London, and then shooting in Romania where tax advantages will result in a windfall for producer Ronnie Krapner (that's right, KRAPner), played with sufficient sleeze by Joey Slotnick.
But all is not well, starting in London when the Director makes a shameful advance on Tilly and has to be replaced with an unknown whose only real qualification is that he is British and conforms to the tax break requirements. More problems surface in Romania - budget cuts, language problems, threats to close down the production, problems with the local law, too many pigeons in the studio, etc.
Jennifer Tilly (1958) can be sexy, funny, and serious, occasionally all 3 together. She was nominated for an Oscar for "Bullets Over Broadway" (1994) but is perhaps best known for the cult favorite "Chucky" films (1998, 2004) or for the popular "Liar Liar" (1997). She gives an exceptional performance in this film, playing herself. This movie actually helped me correct a major misunderstanding I used to have: I was convinced that it was Renee Zellweger who appeared in all of Tilly’s movies – I wasn’t aware that these are two different actresses. Only after seeing this did I realize that Jennifer Tilly is the actress speaking in that affected, somewhat annoying voice. In any event, if you’re not interested in filmmaking, if you’ve never thought about making a movie, if you don’t know or don’t care about what is the difference between a producer and a director then you’re not going to like this, much like this other opinion on Amazon: This movie is stupid and several of the main characters are completely obnoxious, particularly the director. If you find stupid movies entertaining you may like this. It also gives a false impression that Elizabeth Hurley is a significant part of the movie; she is on the screen for all of about 2 minutes once. It’s kinda true: Hurley makes more of a cameo appearance, just so that they can sell the movie with her name in the distribution. Also, the mockumentary style makes it “stupid” and that’s not something I like, but it’s entertaining in how it looks at the movie industry and especially indie movie making. Which means, of course, that the opinions on Rotten Tomatoes should be far more favourable, as that site is frequented by movie buffs: Best fucking movie on the planet right now for me. I love this motherfucking movie, I love films about the process and this is a newest greatest one around right now. Its fucking awesome, everyone in this, is so fucking amazing. I am glad to see Hurley and Tilly back in action in something of a masterpiece in this genre. I wish they both made more films. Tilly should be doing Russ Meyer remakes, she is such a great badass actor, and I love watching her, and should do the Faster Pussycat kill Kill remake, she’s perfect for one of the leads. I am going to watch this movie 1000 times, its never going to get old. This is film is like actually being on set, location, and working on the film. This is one of the best films for anyone to see, who has ever wanted to know what’s its like to be on a film, but has never had a chance too. Love everyone in this film and everyone who made it, thank you for a wonderful film, and for adding more sunshine into my world and everyone else who gets too see the magic you have been on film. But hey! if you don’t like movies and search for a review, you might as well go with what Google offers in response to this query: Ion Iliescu. Sources / More info: imdb, rt, crx, cmg, Amazon, [trailer] [start] [full1] [full2] asa.zamo.ca, movie, review, made in romania, comedy, filmmaking, mockumentary, movie making, movie business, location, filming, producing, indie, indy, independent (Tags)
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|  21 martie 2012: britannica print edition post-mortemI learned a few days ago that Britannica will discontinue its print edition, so I go back in time to track my path in this world of "infinite and instant knowledge". I was lucky enough to be born in a home with tons of books and was taught to read long before going to school. I never got to read them all, there were thousands of titles. By the time I was in primary school, I had more questions than my parents could answer (they tried, but their answers no longer satisfied me). It took me a while to figure out that I could find answers in our numerous dictionaries and encyclopediae (Larousse, Quillet Flammarion and a locally produced "little encyclopedic dictionary"). “Honest books make the reader honest, at least to the extent that they lure out his antipathy and hatred, which cunning prudence otherwise knows best to conceal.” —Human, All Too Human, “Assorted Opinions and Maxims,” §145 (excerpt). Soon enough I wanted more, but my school did not have a library. The local library was small and dark and overseen by a librarian lady with glasses and a "large presence" who wasn't very good with people. She never had any of the books I needed and I had the feeling she was expecting bribes. When I was about to leave the country I had to learn English. I only studied French, German and a bit of Latin in school; I knew a few English words from movies and the aborted private lessons I once took with various tutors, never more than 3 with each. I thus purchased a membership card for the British Council and studied a few of the courses with audio tapes. I learned to read well but when it came to talking I was much like the “engineer stereotype”: intelligent eyes, no words coming out. When the time to leave my native country came, I stole two books from them: International Business English and another one on negotiating. I was afraid that I may end up in a situation where I don’t have a good command of the English language, I don’t have a job and library membership would cost more than I could afford. I then made it to Canada and discovered the amazing library system. I could order books online from any library in the entire city and get a phone call when it was available to pick up at the local library. Books were easy to find and easy to search for and often times I'd be looking for a book on a subject and find a much better one right next to it. I could find simple, easy to read books on virtually any subject, so I became a bookworm, like Sorescu’s Don Juan. Then, sometime in the 90s, I discovered the Internet. It was small enough that I did not really need a search engine, I could just get by with my Mosaic bookmarks and the ability to search within them. There was so much info available but back then “the web” was only one of the many ways to discover info. I bought “Internet for Dummies”, read it and I instantly became my own best librarian. There wasn’t anything I could not find or download. I remember pirating Microsoft Encarta (and another one, I can’t remember – Grolier or something), installing it and never using it. I simply could find any article I wanted on Altavista (Astalavista.box.sk for security, underground stuff). Or IRC / Usenet for more interactivity. The English books I had from Romania were now useless to me. I gave the one on negotiating to a friend (or someone stole it from me – can’t remember) and years later, I tried to return the IBE book back to the British Council location I stole it from. That caused hilarity and they didn’t want to take it back. It was a student booklet, a teacher booklet and an audio tape and nobody wanted audio tapes anymore. Then the web exploded, Altavista could no longer keep up, Google came along, then Wikipedia. Wikipedia was such a game changer that it attracted instant hatred from all the pompous profs and other bastards who would subsist solely on their monopoly on knowledge. The demise of Britannica’s print edition is only a natural, evolutionary step forward. It is also a reminder that if it’s only snobbism and denial of your use of Wikipedia that prevents you from donating to this project, you will rot in knowledge hell :) Sources / More info: mash, wiki-r, cn-study, asa.zamo.ca, encyclopedia, learning, british council, international business english, books, larousse, nietzsche, wikipedia, britannica, library, carte, carti, biblioteca (Tags)
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|  28 februarie 2012: Beach party – sau petrecerea de “langa” piscina in cazul nostruMiriam wanted for her birthday party a “beach party”, so once we decided for the theme, she first made the invitations as a message in a bottle and the we checked several links to find out nice things to do, a proper decoration. Miriam si-a dorit o petrecere cu prietenele cu tema ”petrecere pe plaja”, doar ca langa piscina din compound. A [...]
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|  14 ianuarie 2012: I'm happy....Sunt bucuroasa. Atit de bucuroasa !Am PRIMUL meu ghem de ata Lizbeth ( :D un zimbet maaare ) . Mi-am dorit de atit de mult timp sa vad, sa ating, sa am ata aceasta de care toata lumea tatting-ului vorbeste ca fiind cea mai buna. In final am si eu primul ghem. :)
I'm happy. I'm SO happy. I've got my very FIRST ball of Lizbeth thread. (big smile ) . I wanted for so much time to see, touch and have this thread of which all the tatters are saying it's the best. Finally I've got my first ball. :) [...]
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|  26 decembrie 2011: Recommendation of the Day: 8 Tips On How To Buy A PrinterRecommendation of this day brings us, some good tricks to buy the best printer.
Even though Ink jet printers might be inexpensive up front the cost of replacement ink can drive up the overall cost over the time of ownership. You know what I am talking about, some times the ink is more than the printer was.
If you want to buy a new printer you must pay attention to consumables. A problem is the price. As I have said on other occasions, here on Recommandation Day, a Lot of people tend to just go cheap when buying a printer, but in the long run it can end up costing you more. Even though Ink jet printers might be inexpensive up front the cost of replacement ink can drive up the overall cost over the time of ownership. You know what I am talking about, some times the ink is more than the printer was.
Check the prices of the ink cartridges of the printer you are considering and find out how many pages each cartridge will print. Once you figure out approximately how many pages you will print per month, you can determine the cost of the printer plus ink over the course of a year.
Consider getting individual cartridges if you know you'll need one color more than others--for instance, if many of your documents have a red logo or if you print mainly black and white.
Manufacturers very often list faster print speed specifications on their packaging than we see when testing performance. A typical ink jet printer can produce two to four pages per minute of text and one full-page, 8.5-by-11-inch photo or graphic in two to three minutes.
Some color ink jets can print photos at a level that approaches the quality of a professional photofinisher. If you plan to use your printer primarily for photos or graphics, look for models that are built for that. If you plan to print mostly photos, look for photo printers with features such as a built-in PC Card slot, an LCD panel that allows you to view and print an image without using your PC, and bundled image-editing software.
If you print mainly text documents, consider buying an inexpensive black & white laser printer. These printers provide superior text quality compared with high-end ink jet printers. Some monochrome lasers cost as little as $200, making them a good deal for home users. If you need to print a lot of text and high-quality graphics, buying a good photo ink jet printer in addition to an inexpensive monochrome laser printer could save you money on ink and maintenance costs in the long run as opposed to buying an ink jet to do it all. Many monochrome lasers come with optional ethernet ports for networks. If you plan to use the printer with one PC, don't pay the extra money for an ethernet card.
Color laser printer toner cartridges are the most expensive consumable you can buy for a printer, but their yield is so much higher than an ink jet cartridge that, in the long run, color laser toner is less expensive on a per page basis. If you're not running a graphics department but still want to print color, you'll most likely choose an ink jet printer, which can create beautiful graphics at a tenth of the cost of a color laser. However, keep in mind that the inexpensive price of an ink jet is quickly surpassed by the cost of replacement ink.
To escape the problem of frequent change of the cartridge to the printer, those who are smart and know how to choose... choose a good printer with CISS.
Personally, I have a home printer with CISS and another for office, with Laser(multifunction). What is CISS... i told you here.
Right in this point i wanted to go with this idea, after this long introduction. Now I will give brief eight smart ideas on how to choose a good printer, as i promised since the title of this article.
1. Get a printer who is able to adapt cartridge CISS. There are many models, you can read about: CISS Epson, CISS HP, CISS Canon, etc.
2. Is recommended to avoid printers using consumables with the printhead “built in” the cartridge.
3. As needed... choose a printer or multifunctional.
4. And again... inkjet or laser!
5. In Section 5 we have details on how to choose a printer for home in the introduction of this article.
6. The same introduction and detailed guidance when it comes to an office printer...
7. If you are passionate about photography/pictures then the best solution is a printer with CISS.
8. And finally, if you have more question you may go on this website cissmarket.com, where you'll find answers to all your problems and questions.
This was all for this recommendation, i will look new information for next time!
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O incercare rapida, cu o lina ce aveam la indemina, si iata rezultatul :
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