How many angels would fit on the head of a pin? I know that phrase from somewhere, but I can't even tell you its origin. For some reason, in my mind it has a connection with philosophers and the 19th century. I could look it up, I suppose. Might even do that later.
But for right now, my question to you is "How many angels would fit on the end of a glass rod?" The answer? One wobbly one when I made this angel off mandrel! I wish I could fully describe to you the differences between working with a glob of glass that is supported by a stainless steel mandrel versus working with a glob of glass that is supported by just itself. With that wire (mandrel) assisting me, I've come to the point where I blast the heat and still keep ivory soft glass from slithering off the wire and glopping onto the steel worktable. I revel in it, actually. I love it. Now, I'm trying to coax hard glass (aka boro, or borosilicate, or that pyrex stuff) to move and be shaped. I will learn this, I will.
I guess this is one of those mornings when I'm all talked out, so that's all the rambling for now, folks :)