When I was in middle school, I wanted to be a physicist. In high school, I got more interested in history and politics. And then, in the spring semester of my junior year of college, I discovered I could combine these interests by studying and teaching something called the history of science. This is not the version of history you read at the beginning of each chapter of high school old science textbooks. There, it's lone genius this, brilliant discovery that. It turns out that the real history of science is a lot more interesting than those textbooks said. Science isn't a series of superhuman moments. Ideas emerge from the same imperfect human world as everything else we do, and they're all mixed up with our culture, our society, our economic institutions, and our politics. That's not even getting into the endless quirks, errors, accidents, disagreements, mistranslations, and malfunctions that litter the past. In my classes, I try to convey how much richer, more fun, and more powerful it is to treat modern science as a fundamentally messy human enterprise. When I'm not teaching, I'm running, cycling, baking sourdough, and/or being a dad.