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Twelve rings, each representing a section of a cone, sliced perpendicular to the axis. PDF for those who want to try it at home.

11-sided Irregular Tato Box on Flickr.

Instead of dividing into eighths, I used a spreadsheet to pick four numbers between 0 and 90. They fortunately fell within foldable parameters.

Via Flickr: A nonagonal prism, described by three helices. But it wouldn't stand up straight, so I made it into a doughnut. And it everts and everts and everts -- much as cyberspace is said to do. The next time, I think I'll make the helices lie upon a cylinder. It'll be neater.

Via Flickr: Made with Bill Home's poincaré software.

Via Flickr: A five-sided twist on a cone. Always wondered why my volubilis experiments never panned out -- that Gottenyu must have started out with a cone. That's not half inscrutable.

Via Flickr: A variation of a model by Robert Webb, the topological small triambic icosahedron. Topological, I understand - but triambic? Makes me think of iambic trimeter and that always makes me think of Nashe's Litany in Time of Plague. I had thought putting this model together would give me some insight into the colors. Not yet. A happy New Year to all!

Poinsettiahead on Flickr.

Via Flickr: A jeweler's window display.

Via Flickr: Or, you know, you could cut a series of skewed holes on a corrugation, so that the cuts all line up when you hit the right angle. Bossed, then cut with a KNK Zing.

Via Flickr: More chopping up of crease patterns. This is on 110 lb. (230 gps) paper with a finish for painting. Bossed and then cut with a Zing.

Via Flickr: A view inside the Hexpropello Dodecahedron, the dual of a Pentakis Snub Dodecahedron, sometimes known as the (2,1) Goldberg polyhedron.

Via Flickr: A zonohedron with curved sides. 56 pieces.

Via Flickr: Saw an article in the paper about a Thanksgiving art thing in the woods, on the Mill River, over by the Marshall Street neighborhood. It had started as a string of Tibetan prayer flags and then morphed into this collection of clothes lines in the woods, with votive flags for Sobriety and Family and Hope and whatnot. Sounded kind of vague and not a little heathenish to me, but hey, I live in the Fort Hill neighborhood and it being a flood plain, I figure this is a good place to dump excess artistic effluent. Thankfully.