There is now a new toaster oven sitting on my desk! Well, at least after Ann makes a quilted cover for it as she offered, that’s what it will look like. The Epson 2880 is rather large-seeming after many years of 8×10 printing, but folds up nicely and leaves me some desk surface for the spreading of clutter that makes the wife so fond of me. Hey: its MY clutter. And I prefer to refer to it as my UHSREP: Unsorted Holdings Staged Randomly for Eventual Processing.
The first day with the Epson was marked by successes–the installation of 8 ink cartridges. And then there was the remainder of the afternoon during which I learned the depths of my ignorance. Hours. It took more than an hour to figure out in the Photoshop printer dialogue that yes, even though you’ve changed very little of what used to be available (like selecting your paper, how to handle color, that sort of thing) against your better judgement, you go ahead and hit PRINT thinking “this can’t be right!”
Yes, Dilbert. Hit PRINT and all the other choices come up. Forget the fact that you haven’t a clue what choices to make.
Trudge, trudge, trudge–up the learning curve. Does each Epson paper (of those indicated as compatible with this model printer) come with its own basic color calibration? What are the characteristics of each paper that make you chose that one and not another–a question I can only learn by a certain number of future “Yuk!”s. And where do I find how to calibrate the Apple 23” monitor so WYSIWYG?
I am filled with hopeful dread.
Three kinds of photo paper is on its way. Thanks, all, who recommended Altex. I like the way their page pulls up all the inks and papers for the 2880 AND gives the best price!
I’m going to try to enjoy the journey, relish having something both geeky and creative to sink my teeth into with this printer and printing learning curve. I appreciate having folks around for help, encouragement and dope slaps.
Many of you were along when I was at this same confused state with regard to writing and self-publishing. And remembering that, this seems like yet another sortee into uncharted territory, filled with stunning vistas–and bogs of despair. I think I need more coffee before I cast off into the vacuum of space. See ya later.