ABSTRACT
I am a naturally curious person. Tell me “I don’t give a fig,” or any of its more florid variations, and you’ll inevitably leave me reaching for more. “What makes you say that?” I’d reply, hoping to jolt the conversation back to more fertile territory. I simply cannot understand what it’s like to not be interested. I wonder about all the things that life serves us hot and crazy from the grill. And with the right disposition and/or social lubricant, I can drum up enthusiasm even for the most harrowing of topics—American football comes to mind.
