DOCTOR J
Introducing our dear Dr. J
Whose birthday we honor today
We sit once gain
With the man among men —
Together we’ve come quite a way
After training at Harvard, CERN, SLAC
He emerged at the head of the pack
His star fairly zooming
A bright future looming —
And then? He appeared to jump track!
What this man opted for next
Left his colleagues a little perplexed
He chose MIU —
MIU who?
But his muscles had scarcely been flexed
His star kept on rising and rising
As his colleagues were soon realizing —
In physics, this chap
Put this place on the map —
Knowing him, this was hardly surprising
Dr. J brought us N = 8
We said to ourselves, “This is great! —
Supergravity’s here
The end of physics is near —
Next? Love and God — we can’t wait!”
But N = 8, sad to say,
Virtually faded away
Now he “strings” us along
With a “super” new song
And physics still carries the day
We watched as he hit hyperdrive
We watched the next marvel arrive
A brilliant new theory
With a name odd but cheery —
The theory called Flipped SU5
With the flair of a champ on a long horse
He joined electro-weak with the strong force
It was just what was needed —
The theory succeeded
Where others had taken the wrong course
With his field theoretic perspective
Dr. J is a brilliant detective
Seeking knowledge that’s valid, he
Opens reality —
Subjective as well as objective
Through Himalayan mathematics he roams
A blonde and quantized Sherlock Holmes
A superstring sleuth
Of Absolute Truth —
And he tastes it right here in the Domes
§ § §
Consider the words that he uses
With surely no wish to confuse us
Words so confounding
So serpentine-sounding. . . .
Does he jest? Does he hope to amuse us?
Try “supercompactification” —
Now there’s a linguistic creation:
What kind of medics
Treat inflationary phonetics?
We’re feeling a dizzy sensation
“Superconformal invariation. . .”
“Free-fermionic formulation. . .”
Such verbal athletics
Stomp on aesthetics —
But check out his fine intonation
“Renormalizable supersymmetric Yang-Mills gauge theory. . .”
Ears hear — but the mind’s growing weary
“Worldsheet topologies. . .”
“Gravitational anomolies. . .” —
Now even the ears become leery
“Minkowski space. . .” “Kähler potential. . .”
“Gauge-covariant chiral superfield differential. . .”
“Legendre transformations. . .”
“Topological fluctuations. . .”
His voice is downright reverential
Though conservative, he’s hardly strait-laced
He’s always been known for great taste
But what’s unbelievable
In fact, inconceivable,
Is he says all these phrases straight-faced!
Some days, we feel lucky, God knows
Just to tell fingers from toes
So how, with this fact,
Are we supposed to react
When forced to tell fermi from bose?
Dr. J we all certainly thank
For helping us jump off the Planck
We’ve taken a leap
Out into the deep
With the prayer he’s not playing a prank
But wait! We’re asymptotically free!
Nonperturbative, gravitationally —
Enjoying the essence
Of continuous effervescence
And time-translational invariance — wheeeeeee?
Now we’re completely at home
In the realm of space-time super-foam.
What makes it such bliss?
We experience this
When we close our eyes here in the Dome
Though physics can lead to some straining
Dr. J has caused no complaining
These humanoid terms
Spark no audience squirms
For his humor is so entertaining
By explaining these terms, he has tamed them
And he’s gone beyond that — he’s renamed them
The new nomenclature?
The language of nature —
They belong to the Self — he’s reclaimed them
Thank heaven for this man who can think
Whose brain’s, so to speak, in the pink
Our physics high priest —
He’s a genius at least
A human supersymmetric link
§ § §
A question now, one I can’t save
A hard one — get focused — be brave:
This great Dr. J
That you see here today —
Is he a particle or wave?
If Heisenberg were here and could speak
His answer might be rather bleak:
“You guys are hurtin’,”
He’d say — “It’s uncertain —
You won’t find the answer you seek!”
And sadly, friends, such is the case —
Do you think this is really his face?
On one level, yes —
But the truth, we confess:
He resides beyond time, beyond space
This likable, lovable yokel
May well appear visible, vocal —
It’s purely illusion
A source of confusion —
In fact, he’s completely nonlocal
To confirm your collective suspicion
He has an uncommon condition:
A logic atrocity —
But if we know his velocity
We can’t specify his position
We only can speak, it is clear,
Of the probability that he is here
He might also be
In downtown DC —
Or on Alpha Centauri, we fear
He’s one of those rarest of chaps
Whose wave function will not collapse
He’s certainly treasured
But he’s never been measured —
Forget all your yardsticks and maps
Like some particles, Dr. J’s charmed
Charm flows from the field he’s farmed
The field of pure bliss
Is totally his —
From within he’s illumined and warmed
His humor comes quick as a wink
The nicknames he gives make you blink
Whence comes such wit?
From what manner of chit?
From some parallel universe, we think
§ § §
In the spring of the year ’92
Dr. J looked for something to do
Hale and hearty,
He said, “Hey, let’s party!”
And oh, what a party he threw
The Natural Law Party, of course
Dr. J was the shining white horse
From somewhere bells pealed
As he charged on the field
His speech filled with brilliance and force
Dr. J was as bright as could be
None were as glowing as he
He offered solutions
Concrete contributions —
And he really looked great on TV
With enormous vitality, verve
Dr. J dearly wanted to serve
When the vote was returned
It was then that we learned
That the country first had to deserve
It‘s clear that, despite his young age,
Dr. J. is a seer, a sage
An American rishi —
And all of us wish he
Could preside on that national stage
§ § §
The ballots had barely been counted
When another huge project was mounted
A national demonstration —
Who watched? The whole nation —
Led by the Institute he’d founded
In June and July ’93
He called us all out to DC —
“Let’s have a good time,
Help reduce crime,
Make our government all it can be.”
Our coherence was put on display
At the center was dear Dr. J
Informing, inspiring
Unflagging, untiring —
Making history with him was pure play
§ § §
Consider the role that he’s played,
The contributions this one man has made
In knowledge alone
His genius has shown
Illuminating the structure of Ved
Through mathematics, he’s clearly revealed
That the Ved is the unified field
Their structures match nicely,
Exactly, precisely —
Their identity’s totally sealed
He’s forging the profoundest alliance
Between modern and ancient Vedic science
It’s clear beyond clear
That the man sitting here
Is one of history’s giants
His collection of prizes will swell
How big? It’s too early to tell —
Like the Kilby Award
He’s already scored —
And we hope one or more from Nobel
§ § §
A pianist of local repute
A fine downhill skier to boot
Quite accomplished is he
At watching TV
And his overhead smash is a beaut
On top of it all, he can sing —
The Lord hasn’t spared him a thing
He’ll seem to be serious
Then suddenly, here he is —
A choirboy again, taking wing
And an audiophile, quite keen —
One day at his CD machine —
He lifted the hood
As you’d guess that he would
To see what was there to be seen
And being the curious kind —
What did Dr. J find?
History records
His now-famous words:
“This was made by a disorderly mind!”
He vowed to create something new
Which he did — a whole company, too
The grunge and the grit
Disappeared, every bit —
The sound was authentic and true
Enlightened Audio Design —
The audio reviews were so fine
What charm he is under?
We only can wonder
At the breadth and the depth of his mind
§ § §
HAGELIN — his name’s gaining fame
But what message is concealed in his name?
Switch the letters about —
What word comes out
With the letters remaining the same?
The answer is rather revealing,
Reaching past the fine level of feeling:
With rearranged letters
The message unfetters:
That hidden word turns out to be: HEALING
He’s an instrument of unification
Both in knowledge and in our whole nation:
By enlivening unity
In our global community
He fulfills the whole aim of creation
What is it we love in this man?
His indomitable sense of “I can”?
His brilliance of mind?
His heart, so refined?
His unique savoir-faire? His élan?
Yes, all of these things we adore —
All of these things — and much more:
We love that pure light
Shining through him so bright —
We love that bright lamp at his door
Consider his countless abilities
His talents, his skills, his agilities
His many successes —
Who better expresses
The field of all possibilities?
His great gifts — just look where he’s based them,
In whose supreme service he’s placed them —
With profoundest devotion
Dedication in motion
He’s given his gifts — and he’s graced them
And now he completes Decade Seven
May his life be on earth as in heaven
Dr. J’s in his prime —
He’s the man for our time —
His engines are totally revvin’
For the knowledge and bliss he creates
May he zoom to the highest of states
We’re thrilled he’s here
So brilliant, so clear —
Dr. J is the great among greats