#manjaed

[gottaseesomeart]

Manja L - Painting just for fun.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Bulgarian actress Manja Tzatschewa on a vintage postcard

[marleneoftheopera]

Production photos of Theater Magdeburg's production of Love Never Dies.

[flammentanz]

“Das gefleckte Band” (“The Speckled Band”)

Erich Schellow: Sherlock Holmes Paul Edwin Roth: Dr. Watson Manja Kafka: Mrs. Hudson

Holmes: “An invitation to the wedding of Miss Helen Stoner and Mr. Percy Armitage.” Watson: “Are you going?” Holmes: “My dear Watson, you know my views on marriage. But I wish the young people all the best for the future.” Watson: “I must say, I did not like the way the whole matter was shrugged off.” Holmes: “They wanted to avoid a scandal out of consideration for Miss Stoner.” Watson: “I think you have gone too far. Simply stating that Roylott died playing with a dangerous pet.” Holmes: “That was the truth.” Watson: “Not the whole truth.” Holmes: “The whole truth is that I myself caused Roylott’s death, but it is highly unlikely, my dear Watson, that this fact will weigh particularly heavily on my conscience.” Watson: “Here, the Roylott case for the archive.” Holmes: “Thank you.” Mrs. Hudson: “A high-speaking gentleman or a low-speaking lady has called. Anyway, the unclear voice on the phone mumbled something about murder or such stupid stuff.” Holmes: “Don’t you know anything more specific, Mrs. Hudson?” Mrs. Hudson: “No. You know, Mr. Holmes, I don’t like listening to people calling me anymore. Most people just chatter and chatter - and all sorts of stupid stuff. Especially on the phone.”

[agapestricken]

hello, hello, you all — so... i hope you all are having a great thursday thus far, and i thought i'd bring this up now since i hadn't before; but with ana's zombification comes some noticeable differences to his behavior as well as appearance. because, and don't get me wrong, he was already pale before... but now anastasiy's skin now has this pallor that takes on a sickly look. and it has become necessary for ana to have to apply some concealer to his skin daily to hide the fact that his lips are, indeed, sort of tinged blue + some veins (particularly around his eyes and mouth) can clearly be seen and it definitely isn't the most uhh. natural look, to say the least JSJSJ

now, i'll probably cover more about his behavioral differences later, but one thing is that this man does have these SICK and TWISTED urges to consume human flesh as a zombie would in typical fiction would... so that's lovely / j LMAO nahhh, i'm totally being sarcastic with y'all right now as that is actually horrifying. but anastasiy does try his darndest to resist giving into this temptation because cannibalism is a BIG no-no in society for a reason (because its absolutely terrible and extremely gross) + with... slightly mixed results 😬

[creameo]

Ade lgi ke janda yg main app ni

[rainondeeznuts]

Time to willingly submit to my great queen and conquerer (my cat)

[vierschanzentournee]

if i were stephan i would never forgive andi for posting that clip of me getting the HELL down to 'i love rock 'n roll' on his very public instagram story

[yuhaosturtle]

I just realised that the reason why I've not watched many bls in the last year is bc I was so disappointed by the last episodes of last twilight ._.

[marleneoftheopera]

Sophia Gorgi as Meg in Theater Magdeburg's production of Love Never Dies.

[flammentanz]

“Das gefleckte Band” (“The Speckled Band”)

Erich Schellow: Sherlock Holmes Paul Edwin Roth: Dr. John H. Watson Manja Kafka: Mrs. Hudson Holmes: "The man is in his mid-forties and is completely gray. He recently had his hair cut and then used birch hair tonic. Here are some clipped ends of his hair. You can smell the birch water yourself." Watson: "Yes, yes. Right. Thank you." Holmes: "The man lives in the worst possible circumstances. His moral decline can be traced back to drunkenness. Watson: “Holmes, I admire you.” Mrs. Hudson: “The young lady has received reinforcements.” Holmes: “What does that mean?” Mrs. Hudson: “Her fiancé just arrived. He’s very nervous.” Holmes: “I ask them to be patient a little longer.” Mrs. Hudson: “Okay, then I’ll have to lock the door.” Holmes: “Has your patient ever expressed suicidal intentions?” Watson: “Not exactly.” Holmes: “He tried to poison himself with illuminating gas a long time ago.” Watson: “How do you know?” Holmes: “His wife then had the gas supply turned off. Since then, the residents have been forced to make do with candlelight. If your patient comes home drunk at night, he lights a candle and then usually falls asleep at the table. He keeps his hat on his head. These ugly sebaceous stains are unmistakable proof of this.” Watson: “A suicide then. Well, that's interesting. What can I do?" Holmes: Dear friend, try to console him for having lost the love of his wife.” Watson: “That’s easy to say. What if I don’t succeed?” Holmes: “Then all you can do is wait. Unfortunately. In my experience, he will either attempt suicide again or commit a crime.”

[agapestricken]

so, just for a bit more background information on anastasiy's zombification, the veins that i've described being visible around his eyes because of his condition? wellll... they're also visible all around his body. thus, in the case of him getting injured (because although he has an enhanced healing factor, he can still get hurt, OFC), people like doctors would AND could notice there's something going on with him.

this has led to ana being more hesitant than ever to seek medical treatment as it'd be really dang hard to explain to others that, yeah, my heart is beating super slow but i'm okay — that's just because i'm a zombie (,,: you know? LOL so, i think that ana may or may not be semi-adverse to seeking out help when he's sick, unless it's like really bad or an emergency. to which case, of course he would want to visit one or go to the ER, but i think this is just another example of how differently anastasiy treats his daughter versus himself.

because he would take raisa to the doctor not for everything like the sniffles, but you better damn bet that he's diligent about getting her well-checks and stuff, especially now that she had been diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis and been saved by manja. so, in summary, anastasiy may not be the definitive world's most difficult patient but one of them. because taking vitals and stuff with this man is probably... an experience, hahahhh

[wintersportism]

žaba your autograph card is on the shelf above my tv as we speak and also, ily

[angulardistortion]

my love my life my whole heart <3

[postcard-from-the-past]

Bulgarian actress Manja Tzatschewa on a vintage postcard

[dustedmagazine]

Manja Ristic and Murmer — The Scaffold (Unfathomless)

Here is a remarkable and rare take on the art of collaboration. To call Manja Ristic and Patrick Tubin McGinley, who is known as Murmer, field recording practitioners is almost as misleading as it is to call these two odysseys collaborations, true but not the truth. Both artists freeze the verity of liquid instants and then render them calmly molten, transforming size and proximity into a syntax all their own. While most collaborations involve a concerto approach in which identity switches pride of place from moment to moment, The Scaffold is an exquisitely powerful melding out of which narrative rivers flow.

We’re told that Ristic and Murmer worked from 2020-2022 on this palimpsestic immersion, recording using sound sources from Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia and Estonia. Like the album’s title though, those locations are only means to a sonically inclusive end. Murmer describes the difficulties of capturing a scaffold “singing,” a wonderfully anthropomorphic descriptor that might just as easily be applied to every sound and space opened up as the music eases onward. Michael Pisaro’s groundbreaking Transparent City series laid the groundwork for this “musical” transfiguration of place, or environment, and we hear that process as room tones are augmented in “zamišljena sjena vjetra”’s opening moments. Tone, point and timbre converge in increasing and amalgamating contrapuntal layers, each sound containing and negating its environment, scaffolding to construct a new one. The mechanical sounds and attendant squeaks beginning at 7:54 transform themselves into birdsong in listener perception, just as isolated rain drops lend their pitches to delicately aperiodic rhythmic occurrences beginning at 2:01 of the second piece, “kaugpääs; antenn.” Those sounds and their outcomes unify the pieces, individually and as a pair, various shades of rushing water ultimately taking on the characteristics of a busy speech-scape or the morphing drone perfectly complemented by the singing scaffold as it supports the first piece’s second half.

Magical moments abound. What is that gorgeous shift of focus, that transparent but iridescently pitched liquid, foregrounded with glassy certainty at 13:14 of the first piece, dead-center of the soundstage and highlighting the sonic clusters surrounding it? Can there be anything more ravishingly reverberant than those multi-frequency interjections 2:07 into the second piece? In their echoing repetition, they prefigure the best of all, the Requiem chant coalescing symbiotically with all that has preceded it but sitting comfortably behind it, worlds within worlds in transcendent correspondence, a support system as uneasy but as natural as the rush of voices and motorized life that brings the album from church to town in a life-affirming conclusion. These days, there’s little chance of a bad recording. What’s done with the recordings is the crux of each situation, and The Scaffold is a winner at all levels.

Marc Medwin