Water Is Like Ice

Colorless may be the norm for both water and diamonds–but they are most beautiful when blue.

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Give Them Some Sugar

Carbon donors should not have to settle for juice and cookies afterwards.

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Put Your Cards On The Table

Asking for hair is like asking for money–your luck is much better when you give a good reason.

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Tree Rings

Now rings are even representing growth on family trees.

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Bystanders Are Not Always Innocent

Standing by when you should get involved makes you complicit in the wrong.

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Are You Ready To Have “The Talk” With Your Kid?

If a child should ask where diamonds come from, you can’t just say nature anymore.

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Indisputable

Any diamond is at least as special as the carbon it is made out of.

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Boys To Men

Almost all of the songs that I liked while growing up still appeal to me. I cannot say the same for books, movies, or television shows. Many people are averse to these mediums. I do not ever recall encountering a person who was averse to music. We often enjoy music while not devoting full attention to it. We drive to it, work to it, exercise to it, and think to it. Music is a catalyst for our involvement in many activities. It appeals to all ages. We can even enjoy music in the womb. My approach to a new song that I like has always been the same. I play the song until it makes me sick. This can take as long as a week. I usually need two or three days to make a full recovery. This process allows me to bond with the song. I then listen to it from time to time. Boys to Men (1988), by New Edition, is a wonderful song to try this approach with. Be my guest if you have never heard it before.

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Hairdos

It doesn’t matter what hair looks like on the outside. It’s what’s on the inside that counts.

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Every Breath You Take

I remember riding on a train from Los Angeles to Sacramento, California when I was three. My little sister was two and my older one was six. My mother entertained us by explaining the role of a conductor. My older sister got excited and wanted to meet ours. My parents left the three of us alone but were in close range. My older sister got up and began tapping on passengers and asking, “Are you the conductor?” I knew this was crazy. She was bothering everybody. One of the chefs walked by (in a chef’s hat) and she even asked him. My mother eventually noticed what was happening and pinched her. This is the funniest memory that my older sister ever gave me. I cherish our relationship. We did not become close until adulthood. We do not have much in common. Every Breath You Take (1983), by The Police, happens to be a favorite song that we share. It’s beautiful.

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