I like this model because it traps very little paper to very good effect. I was going to figure out how much of the surface area was hidden, but then thought, who cares? It’s a beautiful spring, finally. Man is the animal who measures, but also the one who doesn’t have to.
Me, I’m no great fan of petunias — they have this earthy smell, sort of like tomato plants, that I find off-putting, May be the reformed addict’s revulsion to all things solanacean, I don’t know. But I greatly admire the ruffledness on a petunia blossom.
Here are some directions on how to make one from scratch. (There’s nothing shameful in folding the CP, either, if you’re just after the immediate gratification.) The directions, by the way, direct you to start with a pentagon in a circle, so you may want to start here.
Oh, yes — our friend in RFK reminds us, we have not sent our love and duty to Mr. Mukasey, as we said we would. There is precious little to say: he has proven consistent to the promise of his youth, much comfort he may have in that. But he is no longer a young man and would do well to remember that there is another Justice waiting, one that is not a government department and one that will not be impressed with star chamber choplogic and candyass lettres de cachet. It is not too late to tell the truth. We understand there are special web sites for such things.