Dooced

Yes, I too got dooced in the end, kinda. I just heard from the LSE Summer School people and I don’t get to do a course next year. Since we have to go to London next summer to sell our house, and since I’m still on LSE’s books, teaching a course would have been interesting. I’ve emailed the person in charge trying to find out why they don’t want me, but I have a feeling I know the answer …

I’ve been doing this summer school job for some eight years by now. It’s been great fun and the money paid for my children’s daycare and trips to Sweden. This past summer I had a record number of students and the course got its usual good reviews. Of course they won’t mention my blog in the official statement — they’ll surely invent something else. But I have no doubts: I’m being fired for my rebelliousness and for maintaining this blog.

If you care to reread the LSE Code of Practice on Free Speech, you’ll find it here! Don’t believe what they tell you about academic freedom. Don’t believe what they tell you about conjectures and refutations.

Am I surprised? Of course not. And this provides a befitting conclusion to the LSE chapter in my blogging book. You don’t have street cred unless you’ve been dooced at least once.