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I'm recovering from what was most likely coronavirus but I didn't meet the criteria for testing so I'll never know. I'm separated from my son while I'm in quarantine. A close friend is now coming down with it. My parents are elderly and not in the best health and I can't see them either. I may get laid off tomorrow.
I come here for beauty and distraction. Please understand that we all cope in different ways.
I am so sorry you are dealing with all this and hope your recovery continues to go well. Praying your parents stay well and that if you lose your job after this is all over you can find an even better one. But first things first and take care of your health and one day at a time. Sending you gentle hugs and well wishes for you and your family. (((Hugs))).
Pricescope serves a vital function in a wonderful parallel to museums and libraries around the world. That is, it serves as a repository for images (and the details of items therein), and would make curators blush at the bounty of it.
As such, Pricescope is a secular sacred space, where people of all cultures can gather to witness and discuss beauty, and the objects that possess it, not to mention to edify and quantify the specifics that create or destroy that beauty.
The human animal has always craved beauty, perhaps more so in times of great stress. These pieces were without exception designed by human eyes, and wrought by human hands. They are often symbolic of our planet’s greatest achievement (love) but even if they measure up as nothing but eye candy with no greater purpose, they are still the clearest evidence we have of our species’ creativity and aesthetic imperative.
To put it another way, shouldn’t we be glad that the people of Pompeii and Herculaneum so precisely designed and carefully cultivated their own adornment? We can behold Pompeiian jewels in museums today, giving us a taste of how they lived, adding to our understanding of human nature, softening up our brusque and brash daily struggle, helping us empathise with those who suffered so tragically, so suddenly. A little understanding goes a long way.
The hand-wringing over lower facet length, claw prongs, or gold versus platinum is far from petty; it is evidence of how much we still care about beauty, even as the world crashes. What some may see as silly indecision about milgrain is actually the attempt to reach out for precision in artful expression of the soul. Jewels are the quintessence of human adornment, our species’ most essential act, and a testament to our cultural progress over time.
The Romans carved bone bracelets and inlaid them with finely wrought gold wire. They carefully and painstakingly shaped emeralds and rubies into beads and strung them on gold chains. When their cities burned, they didn’t stop loving the tangible evidence of their own creativity, especially not the precious jewels their souls found beautiful.
What pieces survive when we are gone and all other possessions are dust? Jewels. And we who wring our hands today over OEC versus MRB will sometimes be remembered for them, as we ourselves occasionally think of our ancestors as we experience their jewels.
As we watch the Covid tragedy unfold in Italy, the parallels to the eruption of Vesuvius are heartbreaking. The uncertainty of who survives and who doesn’t is terrifying. But as maudlin as this may seem, the jewels that are passed down today, and during the days and weeks to come, may be all the more precious for having been so carefully crafted to precising instructions, designed at a specific moment in human history, to express the longing for expression of one 21st century soul. They will be in an exhibit someday, I guarantee it.
Now, imagine your photo, in a glass case, your name and vital dates on a little card, nestled adjacent to one (just one) of your earrings. The post will be bent and the metal fatigued. Finding your earring will be the career-defining moment of victory for someone. Curators will write papers on your earring for publication in scholarly journals. It will be the subject of interpretation within the context of events that unfolded over your lifetime, which future generations will lump together as a century. Your earring will be seen by seven million people over the course of five years, and might even make the poster for the exhibition.
Would you care what kind of stone it was?
You have a valid question and I understand why you asked it. Like many have stated, I come here for distraction. I find myself spending too much time reading about the chaos going on in the world, and anxiety sets in. This forum lets me take a break from the seemingly endless barage of pandemic related news.
My husband works in an industry that will not let him quarantine at this time. I am anxious for his safety as well as the possibility of our family being exposed through him. I have to accept the fact that I can't control what's going on out there. It doesn't mean that I'm unaware or indifferent to the situation, but worrying, obsessing, and fixating on things I can't control (which I'm prone to doing) won't change anything. Certainly, worrying about what others are doing is not going to accomplish much either.
Sometimes we just have to step back and remember to breathe. It's okay to enjoy trivial things and simple pleasures without becoming completely oblivious to the world around us.
Me too, my husband is a nurse and i am in a constant state of worry, both for him and my children. This is such a wonderful way to calm myself and indulge in something Im passionate about!![]()
Thank you to your husband for what he does. It is a scary time out there for those that work in healthcare. This really is a place to escape reality for a bit.
While my husband is not in the medical field, I fear that having him out each day with a pandemic going on is putting him-and our family at risk. I started to get worked up, questioning all the scenarios that could lead to exposure. He had to repeatedly reassure me that he would take all the necessary precautions, that a safety meeting would be had, etc. I still worry, and question weather his coworkers are minimizing their risks outside of work, but it brings me back to the fact that I have to accept that I can't control what others are doing.
Pricescope serves a vital function in a wonderful parallel to museums and libraries around the world. That is, it serves as a repository for images (and the details of items therein), and would make curators blush at the bounty of it.
As such, Pricescope is a secular sacred space, where people of all cultures can gather to witness and discuss beauty, and the objects that possess it, not to mention to edify and quantify the specifics that create or destroy that beauty.
The human animal has always craved beauty, perhaps more so in times of great stress. These pieces were without exception designed by human eyes, and wrought by human hands. They are often symbolic of our planet’s greatest achievement (love) but even if they measure up as nothing but eye candy with no greater purpose, they are still the clearest evidence we have of our species’ creativity and aesthetic imperative.
To put it another way, shouldn’t we be glad that the people of Pompeii and Herculaneum so precisely designed and carefully cultivated their own adornment? We can behold Pompeiian jewels in museums today, giving us a taste of how they lived, adding to our understanding of human nature, softening up our brusque and brash daily struggle, helping us empathise with those who suffered so tragically, so suddenly. A little understanding goes a long way.
The hand-wringing over lower facet length, claw prongs, or gold versus platinum is far from petty; it is evidence of how much we still care about beauty, even as the world crashes. What some may see as silly indecision about milgrain is actually the attempt to reach out for precision in artful expression of the soul. Jewels are the quintessence of human adornment, our species’ most essential act, and a testament to our cultural progress over time.
The Romans carved bone bracelets and inlaid them with finely wrought gold wire. They carefully and painstakingly shaped emeralds and rubies into beads and strung them on gold chains. When their cities burned, they didn’t stop loving the tangible evidence of their own creativity, especially not the precious jewels their souls found beautiful.
What pieces survive when we are gone and all other possessions are dust? Jewels. And we who wring our hands today over OEC versus MRB will sometimes be remembered for them, as we ourselves occasionally think of our ancestors as we experience their jewels.
As we watch the Covid tragedy unfold in Italy, the parallels to the eruption of Vesuvius are heartbreaking. The uncertainty of who survives and who doesn’t is terrifying. But as maudlin as this may seem, the jewels that are passed down today, and during the days and weeks to come, may be all the more precious for having been so carefully crafted to precising instructions, designed at a specific moment in human history, to express the longing for expression of one 21st century soul. They will be in an exhibit someday, I guarantee it.
Now, imagine your photo, in a glass case, your name and vital dates on a little card, nestled adjacent to one (just one) of your earrings. The post will be bent and the metal fatigued. Finding your earring will be the career-defining moment of victory for someone. Curators will write papers on your earring for publication in scholarly journals. It will be the subject of interpretation within the context of events that unfolded over your lifetime, which future generations will lump together as a century. Your earring will be seen by seven million people over the course of five years, and might even make the poster for the exhibition.
Would you care what kind of stone it was?
I'm recovering from what was most likely coronavirus but I didn't meet the criteria for testing so I'll never know. I'm separated from my son while I'm in quarantine. A close friend is now coming down with it. My parents are elderly and not in the best health and I can't see them either. I may get laid off tomorrow.
I come here for beauty and distraction. Please understand that we all cope in different ways.
Appreciate all the different opinions and perspectives.
This is a forum of opinions, and some very good ones I would say.
Keep ”those” coming.
However, there have been a few “personal” and “name calling” attacks, those do not belong on the forum.
You know who you are. You have been reported to Admin.
As the title says: Why are we talking diamonds at this time?
What size center stone should I get?
What color or clarity?
What type of studs should I buy?
The list of topics goes on and on.
I think it is selfish. We are all living through an epidemic of such huge proportions to our health, safety, welfare.
This thing is spreading and not under control. People are scared. Mental illness is surfacing.
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the thing with internet chat boards is its easy to misinterpret what someone is saying
especially in today's world where we can communicate with people all over the workd
but for example even between English speaking nations even humour is not always the same
in the face to face world you see a person's expression as they talk and it takes on a truer meaning than how the writren word is read
speaking as one (not here) who has been on the receiving end of an internet wolf pack attack i try my hardest to give people the benefit of the doubt in their intentions
I do try to give the benefit of the doubt as well, but honestly, OP made me feel a bit guilty (which is very easy to do) bc i am here. I cant think, eat or hardly sleep. I live in the 3rd hardest hit state in the US, and my husband works at the biggest hospital in it. He will be home in 2 hrs. and I have no idea what he will bring home with him. I NEED this place. I dont care what we talk about, as long as it isnt THAT bc all my friends and family want to talk about is caronavirus, caronavirus, caronavirus, and i just cant anymore.![]()
Do not for one second let anyone lay a guilt trip on you! Hang in there! Thanks to your DH for his work. I know your worry well, my daughter is a paramedic and is at multiple hospitals around the clock on her shifts. Anything we can do to help ourselves and one another during this very scary time is not to be judged by anyone! I’m glad you find pleasant distraction here.
Pricescope serves an important cultural function, in a wonderful parallel to museums and libraries around the world. That is, it serves as a burgeoning repository for images, and offers the opportunity for open discussion and interpretation of objects of beauty depicted therein. The depth and breadth of its virtual collection would make a curator blush - and its ability to actively engage its community is the stuff of museum administration dreams.
As such, Pricescope is a secular sacred space, where people of all cultures can gather to witness and discuss beauty, and the objects that possess it, not to mention to edify and quantify the specifics that create or destroy that beauty.
The human animal has always craved beauty, perhaps more so in times of great stress. These pieces were without exception designed by human eyes, and wrought by human hands. They are often symbolic of our planet’s greatest achievement (love) but even if they measure up as nothing but eye candy with no greater purpose, they are still the clearest evidence we have of our species’ creativity and aesthetic imperative.
To put it another way, shouldn’t we be glad that the people of Pompeii and Herculaneum so precisely designed and carefully cultivated their own adornment? We can behold Pompeiian jewels in museums today, giving us a taste of how they lived, adding to our understanding of human nature, softening up our brusque and brash daily struggle, helping us empathise with those who suffered so tragically, so suddenly. A little understanding goes a long way.
The hand-wringing over lower facet length, claw prongs, or gold versus platinum is far from petty; it is evidence of how much we still care about beauty, even as the world crashes. What some may see as silly indecision about milgrain is actually the attempt to reach out for precision in artful expression of the soul. Jewels are the quintessence of human adornment, our species’ most essential act, and a testament to our cultural progress over time.
The Romans carved bone bracelets and inlaid them with finely wrought gold wire. They carefully and painstakingly shaped emeralds and rubies into beads and strung them on gold chains. When their cities burned, they didn’t stop loving the tangible evidence of their own creativity, especially not the precious jewels their souls found beautiful.
What pieces survive when we are gone and all other possessions are dust? Jewels. And we who wring our hands today over OEC versus MRB will sometimes be remembered for them, as we ourselves occasionally think of our ancestors as we experience their jewels.
As we watch the Covid tragedy unfold in Italy, the parallels to the eruption of Vesuvius are heartbreaking. The uncertainty of who survives and who doesn’t is terrifying. But as maudlin as this may seem, the jewels that are passed down today, and during the days and weeks to come, may be all the more precious for having been so carefully crafted to precising instructions, designed at a specific moment in human history, to express the longing for expression of one 21st century soul. They will be in an exhibit someday, I guarantee it.
Now, imagine your photo, in a glass case, your name and vital dates on a little card, nestled adjacent to one (just one) of your earrings. The post will be bent and the metal fatigued. Finding your earring will be the career-defining moment of victory for someone. Curators will write papers on your earring for publication in scholarly journals. It will be the subject of interpretation within the context of events that unfolded over your lifetime, which future generations will lump together as a century. Your earring will be seen by seven million people over the course of five years, and might even make the poster for the exhibition.
Would you care what kind of stone it was?
Pricescope serves an important cultural function, in a wonderful parallel to museums and libraries around the world. That is, it serves as a burgeoning repository for images, and offers the opportunity for open discussion and interpretation of objects of beauty depicted therein. The depth and breadth of its virtual collection would make a curator blush - and its ability to actively engage its community is the stuff of museum administration dreams.
As such, Pricescope is a secular sacred space, where people of all cultures can gather to witness and discuss beauty, and the objects that possess it, not to mention to edify and quantify the specifics that create or destroy that beauty.
The human animal has always craved beauty, perhaps more so in times of great stress. These pieces were without exception designed by human eyes, and wrought by human hands. They are often symbolic of our planet’s greatest achievement (love) but even if they measure up as nothing but eye candy with no greater purpose, they are still the clearest evidence we have of our species’ creativity and aesthetic imperative.
To put it another way, shouldn’t we be glad that the people of Pompeii and Herculaneum so precisely designed and carefully cultivated their own adornment? We can behold Pompeiian jewels in museums today, giving us a taste of how they lived, adding to our understanding of human nature, softening up our brusque and brash daily struggle, helping us empathise with those who suffered so tragically, so suddenly. A little understanding goes a long way.
The hand-wringing over lower facet length, claw prongs, or gold versus platinum is far from petty; it is evidence of how much we still care about beauty, even as the world crashes. What some may see as silly indecision about milgrain is actually the attempt to reach out for precision in artful expression of the soul. Jewels are the quintessence of human adornment, our species’ most essential act, and a testament to our cultural progress over time.
The Romans carved bone bracelets and inlaid them with finely wrought gold wire. They carefully and painstakingly shaped emeralds and rubies into beads and strung them on gold chains. When their cities burned, they didn’t stop loving the tangible evidence of their own creativity, especially not the precious jewels their souls found beautiful.
What pieces survive when we are gone and all other possessions are dust? Jewels. And we who wring our hands today over OEC versus MRB will sometimes be remembered for them, as we ourselves occasionally think of our ancestors as we experience their jewels.
As we watch the Covid tragedy unfold in Italy, the parallels to the eruption of Vesuvius are heartbreaking. The uncertainty of who survives and who doesn’t is terrifying. But as maudlin as this may seem, the jewels that are passed down today, and during the days and weeks to come, may be all the more precious for having been so carefully crafted to precising instructions, designed at a specific moment in human history, to express the longing for expression of one 21st century soul. They will be in an exhibit someday, I guarantee it.
Now, imagine your photo, in a glass case, your name and vital dates on a little card, nestled adjacent to one (just one) of your earrings. The post will be bent and the metal fatigued. Finding your earring will be the career-defining moment of victory for someone. Curators will write papers on your earring for publication in scholarly journals. It will be the subject of interpretation within the context of events that unfolded over your lifetime, which future generations will lump together as a century. Your earring will be seen by seven million people over the course of five years, and might even make the poster for the exhibition.
Would you care what kind of stone it was?