I am falling through space
Without any idea where I will go.
When the full moon turns its face
I will have the Falcon Moon.
The Falcon Moon was enchanted in my dream.
Oh beautiful art
I jumped into your world
I played with the dinosaurs and numbers
Oh I am glad that there is art
The beauty of flying is depicted in my dreams.
The beauty of flying moves me on.
Max came home from school excited that he “used the power of words to save the caterpillars.” He was concerned that other kids were molesting the caterpillars, so he formed the “Caterpillars Team,” a group of students and one teacher who would protect the caterpillars. He spent the afternoon lecturing us about how sad it would be if the caterpillar population were wiped out. Then he made some fliers for me to copy and distribute.
If you’d like to help, you can download the PDF file of the Save The Caterpillars flyer and pass it around.
Here is another creative fusion from Chef Max Busboom: Coffee Firecrackers. Max places the rich butter of almonds and coffee on an oyster cracker, sprinkled with chipotle powder, to make this enticing hors d’ oeuvres. While the grinding was done by his sous-chef, the genius is all Max.
Max explained the new arithmetic operator, haku, as the “crossing out of multiplication and addition. ” In this example, 2×5 = 10, so 10 haku 2 = 5. Max also proposes a symbol for haku, which looks like an equals sign with up and down arrows attached to the end.
Although I’m just starting to understand haku and how it works, I think the implications for math are profound. I’m surprised someone didn’t discover it sooner.
[ Here is the full book, as a PDF. ]
Max likes to write little books, so I gave him a Field Notes brand notebook that I wasn’t using. It disappeared for a few months. I learned today that he carries it to school and has been making entries, a few of which are scanned here.
The first entry is a day’s schedule for Reily,
Here is the day.
1. Book Find
4. Surfs up!
etc. Love Max B.
The second entry is max’s literary catch phrase: “Love Is Life.” He’s even attributing the quote to himself, dating it on each utterance. Clearly, he inherited his father’s humility.
He makes a few observations about the day.
Yesterday, I smell ocan spray.
The waves are going to be 15 ft tall.
The crossing guard are playing.
He likes the idea of Haiku, but doesn’t understand syllables yet.
Finally, the Sunset’s tale:
Once there was a seed. At sunset, it grew and grew, until it became a palm tree. Even before the seed grew, love was passed onto it. The End!
A palm tree, naturally.
Via the Magic Tree House, Max has taken an interest in Bashō.
Here is a PDF file of his epic translation.