Beatles Song the Fifth:

How about "Rain" again?

No?

It is still raining. In fact, I don't think it's stopped all day. Certainly not for long.

So, it turns out that there may be something to getting a Ph.D. after all, and becoming the undisputed master of a sub-demi-niche of the great ecology of knowledge. We have had the privilege of hearing about the research of a Nobel laureate here the last two days, and, as one would expect, the stuff he is doing is pretty awesome. But he showed one picture that made me say, "The picture you are showing does not show what you say it shows; that just so happens to fall in my demi-sub-niche and you will have to explain it better or get a better picture to convince me your interpretation of your experiment is correct."

That is the point of graduate school, really; so you will know enough to be able to have a conversation with a Nobel laureate about his research that is really about his research (assuming his research is in your field, of course; I could do this for Medicine and Physiology, and maaaaybe Chemistry, but not Physics).

Anyway. In honor of that, how about the song the Beatles sing Jeremy Hilary Boob, Ph.D.:

He's a real Nowhere Man
Living in his Nowhere Land
Making all his Nowhere Plans
For nobody.