A few weeks ago, my niece and I had decided to play backgammon. With the game in hand, we headed to a park to play. As we took the pieces out to set up the game, we realized neither of us knew how to play. Using her phone, we found an instructional video online. The instructor with her British accent and deadpan delivery warned us that as we played backgammon we’d experience a range of emotions from apprehension to glee. That also sums up my visit to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts this week. Continue reading
Thwack. The sound of playing cards slapping the table is one of my favorite sounds.
I was walking through San Francisco’s Chinatown when I heard that familiar sound. Growing up, we always played cards at my grandmother’s house, just next door to our house. In triumph or defeat, cards are slapped to the table with same flick of the wrist. That thwack seems to be universal. Continue reading