{"id":1245,"date":"2010-06-16T20:42:54","date_gmt":"2010-06-17T04:42:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadicminds.org\/blogs\/?p=1245"},"modified":"2010-06-18T06:43:45","modified_gmt":"2010-06-18T14:43:45","slug":"260-lbs-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nomadicminds.org\/blogs\/2010\/06\/260-lbs-of-love\/","title":{"rendered":"260 lbs of love"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>How do you move 1,000 packs of poker cards from China to the USA?  Daughter decided to design a pack of cards years ago.  She doodled with Photoshop on and off and refined the definition of &#8220;finish&#8221; for over a year.  She kept on tweaking and finally reached the limit of her creativity.  The perfection is elusive and a matter of opinion.  Changes would just please a different set of people, instead of making herself more satisfied.  So she called the project done and hired a production manager (<i>Ahem<\/i>) who also would finance this venture.  The idea was to print certain quantity and sell them to recuperate the costs.  There is, after all, a difference between designers and artists.<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\"><img src=\"http:\/\/arashii.net\/j\/0418_1\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"><\/div>\n<p>Email messages flew. Weeks became months and time tried the patience.  Money changed currencies and changed hands.  Finally, 1,000 packs of poker cards arrived a friend&#8217;s house in Beijing.  Those of you jumped up and shouted &#8220;Fedex&#8221; just sit down.  Put together, they will cover your coffee table and stack 10 inches high.  Yes, about 260 pounds in weight.<\/p>\n<p>If we ship them, the unit cost will be way too much.  So we hired couriers: those friends and family who happened to be flying to the USA.  Twenty packs in the suit case and hundred packs as a separate luggage.  The last batch came when I went to Beijing on business.  I filled an extra luggage with about 100 packs and another 250 in a separate box \u00e2\u20ac\u201d a hair less than the limit of airline weight limit.<br \/>\n<img src=\"http:\/\/a69.g.akamai.net\/n\/69\/10688\/v1\/img5.allocine.fr\/acmedia\/rsz\/434\/x\/x\/x\/medias\/04\/13\/34\/041334_ph2.jpg\" border=\"0\" style=\"float: right\" width=\"150\"><\/p>\n<p>A bone-skinny officer picked me out after the airport X-ray station.  She led me to a windowless room with a elevator door, two low tables, a phone, and no chairs.  She made a phone call and waited siliently. For 25 minutes, I rehearsed Richard Gere&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/title\/tt0119994\/\">Red Corner<\/a>.  Then someone came in with one of my luggage.  She was surprised to see those cards.  My explanation brought a hint of smile, &#8220;so, she tried to become a designer.&#8221;  I offered her a pack and she declined.<\/p>\n<p>The SFO custom could not believe a lone business traveler would bring three pieces of heavy luggage into the country.  I, again, offered the inspector a pack.  He declined too.<\/p>\n<p>My coffee table is now covered with packs of cards.  I would probably move them to the closet, but that involves handling lots of weight.  Instead, I contemplate how my grand kids will be amused by their mom&#8217;s youthful design works.<\/p>\n<p>Nope.  I would never get the money back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>How do you move 1,000 packs of poker cards from China to the USA? Daughter decided to design a pack of cards years ago. 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