This year’s Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony will be our second since Professor Lipscomb left us. A year ago, Peaco Todd [the image here shows Peaco and Professor Lipscomb together at an earlier Ig ceremony] wrote an essay after attending the memorial service for Professor Lipscomb. It begins:
Recently I attended a memorial service for someone who had become, for me, both a friend and an inspiration. Dr. William Lipscomb received the 1976 Nobel Prize in chemistry for “studies that were the first to explain the chemistry of the element boron and, in particular, those exotic combinations of boron and hydrogen called boranes” (Thomas H. Maugh II, Los Angeles Times). I knew him as Bill — my special laureate in the annual Ig Nobel Award ceremony where I perform on stage as a “minor domo.”
Bill was, without question, a superb scientist — he won his Nobel Prize alone, not as part of a team, which is quite rare — and a gifted teacher; two of his students went on to win their own Nobels. His musical abilities were notable; he played the clarinet with the skill of a professional. Above all, Bill was a great humanist and a very wise man. At his memorial service, among the accolades and fond recollections, one story, told by a former graduate student, took me by surprise.
Eric Gouaux talked about his years of studying with “the Colonel,” as Bill, channeling his Kentucky roots, was affectionately known. Gouaux recalled talking with Bill about his decision to study chemistry. Why chemistry? Bill replied that once he decided to follow his science bliss, rather than pursue a career as a clarinetist, he figured he would take up physics. “But then,” Bill said, “I discovered that I couldn’t make mistakes fast enough in physics.”
He couldn’t make mistakes fast enough in physics. But he was able make mistakes fast enough in chemistry, so chemistry it was.
BONUS: A video look at Colonel Lipscomb, then aged about 90, showing off one of his minor skills: