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From ForCarl
Natalie Angier (b. 1958) is an American journalist and science writer for the N.Y. Times. She studied physics and english at Barnard College and graduated with honors in 1978. Natalie also wrote about biology for four years for Discover Magazie and worked as a science writer for Time Magazine and earned a professorship in New York University's Graduate program in Science and Envirionmental Reporting. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Beat Reporting in 1991. She holds the Lewis Thomas Award for distinguished writing in the life sciences. Angier is an outspoken atheist. She plaintively describes the quarantine-like isolation nonbelievers experience in a culture in which professed religious affiliation remains high in all polls, and seemingly religious terms, slogans and aspirations crowd the friezes of public buildings and weigh down the paragraphs of political orators.

From Wikipedia
Natalie Angier (born February 16, 1958) is a nonfiction writer and a science journalist for the New York Times. Angier was born in the Bronx borough of New York City, New York. She studied physics and English at Barnard College, where she graduated with high honors in 1978.
From 1980 to 1984, Angier wrote about biology for Discover Magazine. She also worked as a science writer for Time Magazine, and earned a professorship in New York University's Graduate Program in Science and Environmental Reporting. In 1990, Angier joined the New York Times as a science writer. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Beat Reporting in 1991.
Angier lives in the Washington, D.C., suburb of Takoma Park, MD, with her husband, Washington Post science and medical reporter Rick Weiss, and their daughter. Angier is an outspoken atheist.(more)

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“Whatever else I might have thought of [President George W] Bush's call, with its assumption that prayer is some sort of miracle Vicks VapoRub for the national charley horse, it's clear that his hands were reaching for any hands but mine. I'm an Atheist. I don't believe in God, Gods, Godlets or any sort of higher power beyond the universe itself, which seems quite high and powerful enough to me. I don't believe in life after death, channeled chat rooms with the dead, reincarnation, telekinesis or any miracles but the miracle of life and consciousness, which again strike me as miracles in nearly obscene abundance.”

My God Problem
by Natalie Angier
In the course of reporting a book on the scientific canon and pestering hundreds of researchers at the nation's great universities about what they see as the essential vitamins and minerals of literacy in their particular disciplines, I have been hammered into a kind of twinkle-eyed cartoon coma by one recurring message. Whether they are biologists, geologists, physicists, chemists, astronomers, or engineers, virtually all my sources topped their list of what they wish people understood about science with a plug for Darwin's dandy idea. Would you please tell the public, they implored, that evolution is for real? Would you please explain that the evidence for it is overwhelming and that an appreciation of evolution serves as the bedrock of our understanding of all life on this planet?

Confessions of a Lonely Atheist
by Natalie Angier
In the beginning -- or rather, at the end of a very lo-o-ng beginning -- George W. Bush made an earnest acceptance speech and urged our nation to "rise above a house divided." He knows, he said, that "America wants reconciliation and unity," and that we all "share hopes and goals and values." After his speech he reached out, up and down and across aisles, to embrace Republicans, Democrats, Naderites, Palm Beach Buchananites, the disaffected, the disinclined.The only problem was what President-elect Bush wanted from me and "every American." "I ask you to pray for this great nation," he said. "I ask your prayers for leaders from both parties," and for their families too, while we're at it. Whatever else I might have been inclined to think of Bush's call for comity, with his simple little request, his assumption that prayer is some sort of miracle Vicks Vapor Rub for the national charley horse, it was clear that his hands were reaching for any hands but mine.