When I started, I took the hair on the Pony's tail and divided it into three pieces for braiding. Soon I became bored with a single braid. I then divided the tail into nine pieces and made three groups. I braided each group of three until I had three braids, then took these three braids and braided them together.

Soon I was up to starting with twenty-seven pieces (nested down to nine braids, then to three and then one) and then on to eighty-one. All the while I was learning about math: I saw that division is the process of taking a large number of things and grouping them into a smaller number of groups. In order to end up with one even braid at the end, I had to be able to divide the initial number evenly by three, then by three, and then by three again, until I ended up with just one braid.

I learned that I had to start with special numbers of pieces in order for the braid to come out evenly. These special numbers, of course, turned out to be powers of three. Overall, though, what I liked most about braiding was recursion. The large braid was made up of smaller braids that in turn were also made up of smaller braids, and I pushed this structure as far as I could take it. I once attempted to begin the braiding process with 243 pieces, but because each of these sections consisted of only about five strands of hair, I was forced to give it up.

With braiding on my mind, I began to see recursion everywhere. One night at the dinner table, I was eating cauliflower and I noticed that it had the same recursive structure of my braids. Moreover, the cauliflower seemed to continue to recurse forever. I began to divide the piece of cauliflower on my plate, determined to find the base level, but it split further and further until the pieces were too tiny to hold. My parents gave me a strange glance, and I continued to eat, still fascinated by the underlying structure of my vegetables.

(Thanks to Rachel Ginsburg for sending me a link to information on this!)

Note the day after this page was made. As an illustration to go with new site links at About Unschooling, I had taken and included this photo, of some of my daughter's ponies:

Holly, 18, had been away from the house yesterday. She came in and saw the ponies out, so I showed her the photo and read her a bit of the article above. She went and got another pony to show me, and told me about the plan of the braids and the angles to get them to cross and stay crossed, and what could be done with those braids, but that she usually twists them into a bun, and had left some unbraided hair out at the bottom of the mane to fasten that bun up with.

Gilligan's Island, expansive thought, study of science

Focus, Obsessions, Hobbies

If you got here from the "Focus/Obsessions/Hobbies" page, here are those pony photos with the option to click to enlarge. These were Holly's cousin's ponies. Some have braids and twists.