Monday, March 31, 2008

All's quiet on the blog ...

... and I will use this uncharacteristically monastic pause in our verbosity to thank publicly the many friends who made the Cohen family trip to NYC so enjoyable: Karl, Alison, JKW, MKH, and Liza. Many sights were enjoyed. Much food was consumed. Embarrassing photos were snapped (a certain medievalist sitting in the Bug Carousel of the Bronx Zoo -- in a seat shaped like a brown ball, pushed along by an enormous dung beetle; Karl in a large turtle shell; an odd fellow with the ugly head of a doll belonging to his daughter peering out of a coat pocket, making him look like a demented marsupial). None of these images will -- alas! -- appear here at ITM, but if you use your imagination you can almost picture them yourself. Almost.

A family moment that will stay with us for a long time: clich├ęd as it was, we took a night ride through Central Park on horse-drawn carriage. Snuggled beneath a velvety blanket, watching shadows move through trees and listening to the clop of the horse, coming across those tableaux that seem made for maudlin films but are the inventions of a moment: a raccoon engaged in treetop ballet; two lovers sharing a single iPod headphone, dancing awkwardly to music heard only by them; a skating rink with solitary figure gliding; the yellow lights of distant windows. The carriage's driver, a taciturn young man from Poland, was so touched by the almost-four-year-old Cohen that he let her feed too many carrots to his horse. As we said our good-nights to him, the driver leaned down and gave Katherine a small kiss on her cheek. The dreariness of carting tourists along the same circuit through the same park all day and into the night had lifted, and for a moment all was right in the world.

4 comments:

Karl Steel said...

None of these images will -- alas! -- appear here at ITM,

You think so? here's one medievalist, and some lady, and a mysterious set of hands, en-turtled.

And how could anyone not love Lady K? I know all must make way for her turtle love, but we can at least be her attendants. For a K moment that will stay with me (which is not to say there aren't a host of equally ineradicable Cohen moments), I think of her precisely re-enacting the Writing Lesson! At each clipboard at the zoo, she would inscribe--what?--with a twig, playing some game (Fort! Da!) by which she participated in the powers that control/produce her...at day care. Had I not fallen for your kids so hard--they're a hoot!--I would have found the theoretical familiarity of Lady K quite a bit more eerie.

Karl Steel said...

Oh...pork butt.

Jeffrey J Cohen said...

Pork butts: Karl loves 'em, the Cohen family loves talking about 'em. THank you, Karl, for devouring that big heaping plate of the things!

Jeffrey J Cohen said...

Oh ... and I'm glad you saw some amusement in that clpboard fascination. It took me quite a while to figure out what was going on Lady K's head (those are her hands in the photo). Today, by the way, is her birthday: she is four. No fooling.