It’s been a while since I’ve said this: I’m at a conference this week!

Specifically, I’m at Lancefest, which is not just any old conference, but a birthday conference for Lance Dixon. When a renowned academic turns 60 or so, their students and collaborators hold a birthday party-flavored conference for them. The conferences are usually a mix of academic talks and reminiscences, with the occasional roast thrown in.

I went to my advisor’s birthday conference four years ago. Lance wasn’t my advisor, but in many ways he might as well have been. When my advisor took a sabbatical in the middle of my PhD, he sent me to work with Lance. It was my first real experience doing research in a team, not just puzzling away by myself with occasional feedback. And I was hooked: I spent the rest of my academic career in Lance’s field. We collaborated time after time, and even when I started to branch out he remained a frequent presence.

In part, that’s because Lance’s field was really Lance’s field. Amplitudeology has grown a lot since I started out, with several hundred people going to the field’s big yearly conference and subfields like Elliptics having their own yearly conferences. In such a world, it’s tough for anyone to feel like a truly central figure. But Lance tends to. He’s been able to keep up with that growing world, to keep finding important problems and keep understanding others’ ideas. While some have specialized, or stepped back, Lance seems to somehow manage to be a father figure for the whole field all at once. It’s a capability his advisor Jeff Harvey might have predicted, he mentioned in his talk that Lance’s interests were always broad. Over the years the young students I met who joined when the amplitudes field was already large saw Lance as a kind of mysterious titan, and were occasionally awed that I had worked with him. “What was that like?”

Well, it was like working with Lance. Lance isn’t a manager at heart, like some senior academics end up. He wants to understand everything he works on, and will happily dive in, Maple subscription in hand, and try to figure things out for himself. He wants you to keep up with him, understanding on your own terms, to keep him honest, to provide an independent check. But that often wasn’t possible, because the man is just so damn fast. He’d be miles ahead of me, with his Maple and his laptop, while I was churning overnight Mathematica runs on a twenty-machine cluster.

(Was the difference due to our taste in software? Partly. I did learn to use Maple later, it genuinely is faster at some things. But Lance is faster at almost everything.)

And he cared so damn much sometimes. About getting things right, like a scientist should. About making things nice, too: finding a pretty basis of functions, a better notation for the paper, something that might jostle out the next big insight. Working with him, you could feel like that one paper was the most important thing in the universe.

Others at the event have had similar stories. Fernando Febres Cordero remembers noticing a potential issue, emailing Lance about it, and in a few minutes hearing back with a potential explanation.

Lance is someone who became a leader without really being a politician. He doesn’t have the legions of students in tenured positions that some do. I trimmed that count by one, and it wasn’t huge to begin with. But for someone who isn’t “everywhere” in that sense, he manages to be “everywhere” all the same.

So Lance, happy birthday! You’re really the only person who could have had a birthday conference quite like this, a cross-section of the field, all with something kind to say. Thanks for putting up with any embarrassment associated with having this much attention for three days, and I wish you many Maple-fueled mysteries to come.