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Sometimes it's hard to imagine playing games without smartphones. Yet, for thousands of years, idle hours were happily spent with a pen and napkin (or plume and papyrus). We all know hangman and tic-tac-toe, but there's a whole world of pen-and-paper games being eclipsed by our digital devices. And many, as you'll find out while playing in a moment of my-phone-died desperation, put our apps to shame. "Computer games can be much more elaborate" and focused on realism, explains Joris Dormans, Ph.D.

OZY and JPMorgan Chase have partnered to take a deeper look at how businesses can impact society for the better. Enjoy the rest of our special series here.When I was 24, I was diagnosed with autistic spectrum disorder. Before I received the diagnosis, I had no idea that I was living with autism. I only knew that I was different. For example, I was not as good with social interactions, and I often needed help with simple things like writing to-do lists and tying my shoes.

Ricky, Davao City, Philippines I could see they were ready. They were proudly wearing their uniforms, guns hanging from their necks. The Alamara, which are indigenous people armed and protected by the soldiers, were also there, surrounding me. Daggers waiting. The first time it happened, I was just waiting to feel a sharp, stinging pain or maybe something wet, dripping.This is what it's like to be a teacher in far-flung communities of the Philippines.

D.B. Cooper leaped from the Boeing 727 he had hijacked on Nov. 24, 1971, with a military parachute and $200,000 in ransom money strapped to his body. He vanished into the mist of a frigid Pacific Northwest night and instantly transformed himself into an American folk legend. "Dan Cooper" has since been the singular target of one of law enforcement's all-time greatest manhunts. He also might have been the man who was like a second father to my younger brothers.

What first strikes you about Linger is the neon-lit sign, which emits an eerie glow not unlike a lone motel on a deserted highway. The rooftop bar is dark. But make your way to the grandiose archway and elegant curved staircase at the edge of the main dining room below and you'll sense a darker feeling reminiscent of American Horror Story season two. You might spot some guests, lit by retro hanging lamps, in rows of tables under the steel beams and near industrial garage doors and ventilators.

A pitching coach sets up a small black box on a tripod, six feet behind the catcher in the bullpen. The box contains a high-speed camera and radar. An iPad behind the mound tag-teams with the black box, recording pitch data: spin rate of the ball, spin rate efficiency, pitch type, location, ball path, total spin, true spin and velocity. Pitchers step off the mound, look at the data and tweak their method in real time.

Since 2009, Boko Haram activities have terrorized the northeastern part of Nigeria, where most people live in rural areas and local farming is the only viable financial option they have.One of these people, Lami*, is now 29 years old, and for the past four years, she's been living in the New Kuchingoro Internally Displaced Person (IDP) settlement in Abuja, Nigeria. Her village, Gwoshi, was under attack by the insurgents in the northeast.

"Nigga, don't move!" Wild-eyed and waving a gun, he continued. "Don't do nothing now, big guy."Musiliu, my roommate, was on his knees, too petrified to breathe and looking like he was about to cry. To save money, we'd moved into a run-down neighborhood about 10 minutes from our picturesque university campus. We let a spendthrift, Sonny, stay with us. He had no money to pay his rent.We had seen the two men in hoodies initially meandering around the corridor before approaching our door.

Does architecture need to be freed? And, if it does, freed from what? I was a little skeptical both of the title of the new show at Paris' Fondation Cartier, Freeing Architecture: Junya Ishigami, and of the young and impossibly cool Japanese architect who is its subject. But the skepticism fell gently away as he led me through the works in a torrent of vague, almost childlike descriptions.

Professional basketball offered one of the few viable escapes from the cycle of crime and poverty in the downtrodden section of Cleveland where Artreyo Boyd grew up, so the courts were where you proved yourself. NBA video games, on the other hand, were never seen as much more than a way to kill time.This week in New York, Boyd's name was called out as the No.