I made a sort of Senior Year/Summer inspired playlist with some groovy jams to get drunk and dance with your friends to!!! Inspired by @notgivinitupagain ‘s playlist.
Sweet Emotion - Aerosmith, Bros - Wolf Alice, Rebel Rebel - David Bowie, Tongue Tied - Grouplove, Teen Age Riot - Sonic Youth, The Sound - The 1975, Temptation [ 7″ edit ] - New Order, Basket Case - Green Day, Learn To Fly - Foo Fighters, Chelsea Dagger - The Fratellis, Sex - The 1975
Last week, the publisher unveiled the last of five special covers featuring disciplines that guide school curricula nationwide — Science, Technology, Engineering, Arts, and Math, also known as STEAM. It’s part of an effort, the company says, to encourage young readers to double-down on their studies and explore fields said to lead to better jobs.
“We plan to continue to motivate our fans to explore their passions in the fields of science, technology, engineering, art, and math and present these disciplines through some of our favorite young heroes who are doing just that — following their dreams and preparing for the challenges that await them ahead,” David Gabriel, Senior VP for Sales & Marketing of Marvel Comics said in a statement.
Someone asked for a fic of Tony post-squad room scene in the finale.
here you go oops
The drive home had been a blur. When he thought about it, the past few hours had been a blur too. Nothing made sense.
The apartment door slammed behind him; had he done that? The bag he had packed sat on the floor in front of him, that bag he’d packed for the flight, for Israel, for the trip to find Ziva, and he sent it flying across the room. It was all useless now.
But Ziva was dead. How could she be dead? She’d been alive, safe, living at the farm house. Ziva David could not be dead.
She’d been here. He could see her, sat at the table studying the laptop, leaning against the door frame studying him with that serious frown, walking her fingers along the spine of every book in the shelves, and the ghost of her taunted him, teased him. His own fingers found them now, and somewhere in the distance, somebody was screaming, a pained, terrified scream, like a wounded animal left to die, and there was the crash of…of something, but he couldn’t make it out, the roar in his ears and pounding in his head blurring it.
A hand caught his own, and he flinched, the screams silencing, staring at the book in his hand, and then at the man holding his wrist; it was him screaming. The shock quickly disappeared, and anger rose once more as he snatched his hand back, tossing the book aside.
“ The hell do you want, huh?” His eyes were wild, voice sounding so foreign and detached, and his father stared back at him with that look he loathed, a snarl slipping past his lips. “ Don’t fucking pity me.”
“ Not pity, son.” There was silence, the older man moving to stand beside him, a hand squeezing Tony’s shoulder. “ Sympathy. Empathy.”
“ How the hell could you possibly understand, huh?” Tony shrugged off his hand, spinning to face him, the rage in his chest burning, words spilling from him in anger. “ Ziva is dead, murdered. I failed, alright? If I’d brought her home, she’d still be alive. If I hadn’t trusted Kort, if I’d remembered what a slimy, slippery bastard he was, she would’ve been okay. And now, Gibbs wants me to just sit back and let everyone else clean up the mess I made. While they all saunter around the Navy Yard, doing sweet fuck all, she’s dead. Kort needs to die. I want to see that murderous little bastard dead. It wasn’t this when Gibbs wanted Hernandez dead, hell, he marched straight to Mexico and did it himself. He’s stood there, acting as though everything is okay, when in reality, nothing is ever going to be okay again, because Ziva…I should’ve protected her, that was my job.”
“ And maybe, if I’d done things differently, your mother would still be alive too.” The words hit Tony, cutting through the endless noise in his head, his father’s face a mixture of pain and remorse. “ I know how it feels, Junior. To lose the love of your life. I’m not pitying you.”
He felt sick. The love of his life. Was that all Ziva was? Could he reduce her to simply a title, a fucking cliché, after so many years of them, after everything they had stood together and weathered. Love of his life. He’d never even told her.
He’d left her in Israel because it was what she wanted, and sitting on that plane, he’d thought she was safe. Happy. Content with her choice. He’d loved her too much to be angry about that. He’d told her he wanted whatever she wanted, stood opposite her as she’d grieved her father, aching to bundle her into his arms, to make everything better, to heal her, heal himself, to give her the world once more.
But she wasn’t safe, and now she was dead. And if she hadn’t been safe, had she been any of the other things he’d taken for granted? He still lay awake at night, wishing he had said more, wishing he had told her, wishing he could feel the weight of her body against him, the warmth of her body next to him, hear her voice in his ear, feel her hand cling to his. Would it have changed her mind to know he could not live without her? He’d tried, oh how he’d tried, but he knew it was futile.
But she was dead. That was it. No second chances, no ifs, no maybes, no future. The end, game over. He’d lost. This truly was living without her - how the hell was he supposed to do this? He was alone. Aht lo leh-vahd. He was useless. What possible reason could there be to be here now she was gone?
He felt his knees give way as he sank to the floor, resting his back against the cabinets, staring into nothingness, nausea overwhelming as his vision spun. He barely managed a whisper, he thought it had been her name, mouth dry, throat aching, and for the first time, he was aware of the hot tears cascading down his cheeks, hanging his head as the sobs wracked his body.
(Canadian Rangers.Chris Wattie/Reuters) Canada’s jobs report came in far better than expected.
The latest data from Statistics Canada, released Friday, showed that the labor market added 48,300 jobs in January, compared with economists’ forecasts that Canada lost 10,000.
The unemployment rate ticked down to 6.8% from 6.9%, and the labor-force participation rate ticked up to 65.9% from 65.8%.
“Overall, recent employment data provide further evidence confirming the recovery in the economy from the oil price shock,” David Madani, the senior Canada economist at Capital Economics, wrote.
Still, it’s notable that many of these job gains are in part-time positions, which rose by 32,400. Full-time positions rose by 15,800.
Employment rose most among core-aged men and women — aka those of the ages 25 to 54. Other age brackets saw little change. With men ages 25 to 54 in particular, Statistics Canada notes that the employment increase in January — up by 30,000 — was the largest in over two years.
Most of the jobs added were in the services sector, including but not limited to finance and real estate (which, notably, come amid the ongoing housing boom). On the flip side, fewer people were working in information, culture, and recreation.
Looking forward, “the next big challenge might be Trump’s protectionist threats which, if acted on, would be very negative for Canada’s small open economy,” Madani added, referring to US President Donald Trump. “Outside of that, we also still worry about worsening housing imbalances eventually torpedoing the economy.”
The Canadian dollar jumped after the data crossed. The loonie was up by 0.5% at 1.3075 per US dollar as of 8:32 a.m. ET after earlier being little changed for the day.
After the GOP headquarters in North Carolina was firebombed Saturday night, Democrats have raised over $13,000 to help reopen the center. David Weinberger, a senior researcher at Harvard’s Berkman Center for Internet and Society, set up a GoFundMe Sunday. It met its goal in lightning fast time.
Working on a new exhibition of avant-garde magazines and journals from the 1920s - magazines that created an expanded network across Europe for new ideas in typography, design, film, theater, visual arts, poetry, dance, architecture, organizing life, et al. (pretty much everything) - the show will be called THE ELECTRO-LIBRARY after this Lissitzky quote below. - david senior
‘The topography of typography’ from Kurt Schwitters’ Merz magazine - published in 1923. 1. The words on the printed surface are taken in by seeing, not by hearing. 2. One communicates meanings through the convention of words; meaning attains form through letters. 3. Economy of expression: optics not phonetics. 4. The design of the book-space, set according to the constraints of printing mechanics, must correspond to the tensions and pressures of content. 5. The design of the book-space using process blocks which issue from the new optics. The supernatural reality of the perfected eye. 6. The continuous sequence of pages: the bioscopic book. 7. The new book demands the new writer. Inkpot and quill-pen are dead. 8. The printed surface transcends space and time. The printed surface, the infinity of books, must be transcended. THE ELECTRO-LIBRARY.