Bad Journalist.

According to a secret transcript, members of Cooper Union’s board of trustees joked dismissively about student protesters; Jamshed Bharucha called the students’ demonstrations “performance art”; Stanley Lapidus expressed doubts that the pupils “know what they’re protesting.”

“Welcome to 1968,” trustee Mark Epstein quipped, adding, “Haven’t been tear-gassed in decades,” before dismissing the delegation of trustees for lunch.

More from the transcript—in which the board discusses closing Cooper Union down, screws early decision applicants, declares tenure as good as dead, and tries to avoid scrutiny from the state attorney general—on the Village Voice’s Runnin’ Scared blog.

Exciting announcement time:

On June 3, I will be joining a digital dream team at Fusion, the new lifestyle and news station being launched by ABC and Univision. As Fusion’s homepage editor, I’ll get to work with a bunch of superstars from Huff Post, NewsBeast, Miami Herald, the familiar networks, and more to produce a new flavor of fearless news geared towards English-speaking Hispanics and millennials.

Not familiar with Fusion yet? Check out this terrific Financial Times rundown of the station’s game plan. 

Besides getting to live in Miami, staying busy on the social media, and helping to frame some kickass journalism, I’ll also get to work on one of my pet projects, and a major concern for Fusion’s audience: stories about the educated, striving white-collar working poor — the kids of working-class parents and immigrants who wrestle with student loans, health care costs, and child-rearing expenses while trying to fulfill dreams of a better life than their parents had.

You’ll still get to see my occasional byline in a few of the usual places — most notably Mother Jones, Salon, Gawker, and GQ — but Fusion is my main joint. Here’s hoping it’ll be one of yours, too.

But the real story is not how the news got it wrong—there’s been plenty of that since Monday. It’s how, mere hours later after telling a bullshit story, the news simply told a new story and expunged the previous one from its memory. Real-time accuracy isn’t always possible in journalism. But no one can call himself a journalist if he can’t acknowledge in the present what he got wrong in the past.

Gawker: Everybody Named the Wrong Boston Suspects Last Night and Promptly Forgot.

Go die now, opportunist vermin.

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Pray for Boston.

(photo: John Tlumacki)

Here’s Secret Video of Mitch McConnell on Attacking Ashley Judd’s Mental Health

Equally appropriate at ominous interfaith Hamptons weddings and Division II football games in Virginia horse country, Pulitzer’s designs were light zephyrs that wafted stately debauchery. They paired well with Veuve Clicquot and anything that fits into a Duke coozie.

— Lilly Pulitzer Dies; WASP Housewives Everywhere Run to Hoard Floral-Pattern Sun Hats

Okay, God, you can take me home now.