One night, after having returned to the Skype chat to defend against accusations that I'm Teucer's sockpuppet:
[8/31/10 8:44:55 PM] JJason: Ok it's been like a year since I last did a proper task
[8/31/10 8:45:08 PM] JJason: So I need a task for my triumphant return to SF0
[8/31/10 8:45:14 PM] JJason: but I'm having trouble deciding
[8/31/10 8:45:19 PM] JJason: So I'm going to take binding suggestions
[8/31/10 8:45:20 PM] Dok: what are you considering?
[8/31/10 8:45:40 PM] Dok: Hm. I suggest a coptic binding; I'm told it's one of the easier ones for beginners
[8/31/10 8:45:51 PM] JJason: ha ha
[8/31/10 8:45:59 PM] JJason: I'll have you know that for book binding I am quite adept
[8/31/10 8:46:15 PM] Dok: Are you? Well then. Have you Unusual Editioned?
[8/31/10 8:46:35 PM] JJason: Ok, that's a suggestion and I bound to it
[8/31/10 8:46:36 PM] JJason: Done.

My chosen material was leaves. The stitched I used is called a stab stitch and it is useful for binding together a series of loose papers. All of the other bindings I know require the pages to be in signatures, which have to be folded. This would be harder to do with leaves. Writing was done with a Sharpie marker, which apparently writes very well on leaves. Who knew? The leaves are dark, which makes the photographs kind of hard to read.

I just filled the pages with random doodles and notes that came into my mind on the general subject of leaves. In my opinion you don't need words in order for it to be a book. The book is a the form, not the content.

Once created, I decided to return my book to the tree from whence it originally came.