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Once at a party, while I was holding a martini in my hand, I backed into a large armchair and accidentally did a backflip over the arm of it, landing on my feet-without spilling a drop of the martini. (It's possible that this was not my first martini of the evening.) I stood there blinking. Witnesses report that I then said casually, "And that's how centrifugal force keeps water from flying off our spinning planet."Perspective. That's what you get from the natural sciences. Perspective.
I find curiosity and a passion for learning glamorous, even sexy. I'm not a scientist; I don't even play one on TV. But I love the knowledge we get from the natural sciences: biology, geology, astronomy, the disciplines devoted to figuring out how the real world works. Their aerial view-above my daily earthbound scurry in the minutiae of paying bills and driving in rush hour-enriches my life and gives me a different perspective.
But I had never really been asked to justify my interest in nature and the natural sciences until this guy walked up to me at a book festival last year-a miniature fellow in a crazy loud houndstooth-of-the-baskervilles blazer. He looked very intense. I thought, Hmm, he can't dislike me already; we haven't even met.










