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Just returned from a spur of the moment holiday to Gran Canaria thanks to Edward and Garnett. It was a 'pack your bag, the plane leaves in an hour' scenario. Edward, Garnett, Dave and I together with new friend Mark from Manchester had quite an unbelievable time sampling the Playa del Ingles nightlife followed by days recovering in the baking sun. Top row: a small church we stumbled upon in Santa Lucia, Edward and Garnett leave me standing as they run the length of Maspalomas to find the nudist beach. Second row: the spectacular volcanic mountains of Fataga and the imposing cathedral in Las Palmas. Bottom row: Garnett looks less than impressed to be presented with a big foil cock, and poor Dave is forced to retire early with sinusitis. Click to enlarge.
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I've been staying with friends Edward and Garnett in Brighton. Edward works as a psychotherapist specialising in a pioneering therapy called Eye Movement Densitisation and Reprocessing. EMDR is often used to treat people suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. It's fascinating stuff. I couldn't resist getting some pictures of Edward's plush pad. Click for large ones.
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this is Kris.
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The word 'evil' is an ambiguous translation of the Latin 'malum'. Perhaps a more literal translation (perhaps as ambiguous) would be 'badness'. Aquinas defines two types of evil - 'malum poenae' or natural evil 'consisting in the loss of a form or part required for a thing's integrity' and 'malum culpae' - 'evil of withdrawal in activity that is due, either by its omission or by its malfunctioning according to manner and measure', sometimes termed 'moral evil'.Aquinas defines evil in terms of privation. The difference between absence and privation: an absence of sight in a stone is like the inability of a chair to fly. The idea of privation is related to the idea of the 'being' or 'nature' of a thing. If a thing doesn't have something which, by its nature it should have, then it is suffering a privation. People who wear glasses are suffering a privation because they don't have perfect eyesight. The fact that short-sighted people don't have wings is an absence, because it isn't a part of human nature to have wings. If a seagull didn't have wings it would be a privation because it's part of the notion of a seagull to have wings. Evil is a deficiency in actuality, and 'goodness' is not spoken of in a moral sense, it's a question of being. The more something is fully whatever it should be, the more it is good.
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Elaine's latest purchase. Over to her for the full story:
"I got ready for work one morning, knowing that there was minimum elastic life left in the knickers I chose, but I was running late. By mid morning, I was trying to stick to things that could be done without moving from my desk. By lunch time I knew I had to take drastic action, but knew that I was limited to Woolworths in my quest for knickers. I walked there trying to maintain dignity by stuffing my hand into my pocket clutching at my knickers to stop them falling down. (Yes, I know the sensible thing would have been to take them off, but I had my reasons.) So, there I was in Woolies with only the only choice being children's underwear. I had to make the difficult decision between boys' pants (grey or black) and girls' Barbie festooned 'briefs'. I made the only reasonable choice and bought a five pack of plain pink with little bows, size 10-11 years. The 11-12 looked big enough for a pack of girl guides to camp out in."Still on the underwear theme, I've recently returned from staying with my parents. I was using my dad's computer one morning when he walked into the room with a 'business proposition' which involves buying up a job lot of kinky gay underwear and selling it on Ebay. My dad apparently has 'contacts'. He's going to stump up some cash to buy the first set of zip-up leather thongs. Meanwhile I'll work on the web stuff, and will also have the job of tracking down someone with a donkey dong to model them for a dedicated website.
In other news, I've sold Seymour my campervan. I was sad to see him go, but I was getting very little use out of it. Seymour was bought by a nice chap called Donnie, and he now lives in Stornoway in the Outer Hebrides.
During the course of selling Seymour, I've made friends with a lady called Áine who runs an organisation called the Celtic Health Connection in Glasgow. By amazing coincidence, Áine is good friends with Stuart Murdoch, lead singer of my favourite band Belle and Sebastian. I've asked her to steal one of his socks that I could frame and put on my wall.
