While cleaning out my childhood bedroom this weekend, I found an old deck of tarot cards that I'd once received as a joke gift. I remember having a lot of fun with the deck in college, predicting which of my friends would encounter tall dark-haired strangers and whether their relationships would end happily ever after. I've never taken this sort of thing seriously, but there's something highly persuasive about the simple magic of laying out randomized cards in a deck, hoping to learn your future. (Read more »)