tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194405662011-08-14T09:29:58.297-04:00"If you give a mouse a cookie..." Coco and Esmee's Secret DossierCookie Thieveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363218941013163122noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1148156779060050352006-05-20T16:25:00.000-04:002006-11-30T22:08:16.796-05:00

Agent Cocohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601837529513436330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1139266988857805352006-02-06T17:56:00.000-05:002006-04-23T19:28:28.013-04:00

Just be glad you aren’t in college anymore. No, I’m serious. Something about college is conducive to craziness and I don’t mean of the quirky but interesting variety. I mean that college is a breeding ground for genuine, certifiable, out-of-their-minds, crazy people. This is what I believe to be the case, at any rate. Those around me may believe that I am, in fact, a breeding ground for

Agent Esmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736643830485404721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1138416138245810652006-01-27T21:38:00.000-05:002006-01-27T21:48:23.270-05:00

Do you want to become a computer monkey? As a simple but obviously not humble college senior, one that does not own a suit, let me tell you something about “corporate culture” and how to succeed. Some of this may come as a shock to some of you, however please keep in mind that if you are a participant in the corporate world, you may not be thinking straight. You may be so consumed with your

Agent Esmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736643830485404721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1137730486346309962006-01-19T23:03:00.000-05:002006-01-19T23:14:46.376-05:00

Things I am supposed to be doing:1. Packing for school. The problem: School is cold and snowy, so I’ve decided not to think about it until the last possible second. Then I can pack up my car the way I like to…push the stuff into the trunk with one hand while I shove the trunk door down with the other. I’m responsible that way. 2. Finishing my senior thesis. The topic: Well let’s just say it

Agent Esmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736643830485404721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1137047078093140022006-01-12T01:22:00.000-05:002006-01-12T01:24:38.106-05:00

I don’t like eggs. Sometimes I eat them, but I don’t really like them. I never see other people eat them, never find occasion to buy them (although once I did make Coco eat four in one day when I accidentally did buy them and never used them), and only approve of their participation in the making of desserts. They are, however, the source of the most nagging question imaginable.Picture the

Agent Esmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736643830485404721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1136961262124113422006-01-11T01:30:00.000-05:002006-01-11T01:34:22.146-05:00

As a college senior working towards the very honorable goal of avoiding a total mental breakdown in the stretch after graduation, I have been eagerly searching for a job and have discovered a multitude of entry-level opportunities. The one thing these all have in common, however, is the one thing I am trying to avoid in life: they all involve data entry of some kind. As an experienced intern

Agent Esmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736643830485404721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1136535228335634502006-01-06T03:08:00.000-05:002006-01-06T03:15:32.790-05:00

Here in New York City we’ve learned that not only is the national government spying on us, but our local police are as well. In order to do our part so that less taxpayer money is spent on the difficult task of launching surveillance operations in a city of 8 million, I suggest that likely surveillance candidates* make it easier for the police by volunteering information. Instead of using city

Agent Esmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736643830485404721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1136341361844965012006-01-03T21:17:00.000-05:002006-01-03T21:52:11.303-05:00

This was from the Metro section of the Times today. I'm glad that in this age of manufactured news, somebody is still keeping watch. To see the article, click here.

Agent Esmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736643830485404721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1136182893915113212006-01-02T01:15:00.000-05:002006-01-02T01:22:32.163-05:00

Shonda Rhimes, as a few of you may already know, is the creator and executive producer of Grey's Anatomy, our favorite sexy medical show. Her IMDB profile is as big our pinkies (and Esmee has quite small hands), yet she has already inspired us to become mini-Shondas. You read right, we want to be little Shondas when we grow up a whole semester from now. This is why:1. Grey's Anatomy- who

Cookie Thieveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363218941013163122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1135627222264162962005-12-26T14:54:00.000-05:002005-12-26T15:03:12.840-05:00

So I’d hate to be obvious and comment on exactly what I should obviously comment on. That said, I might just do it. Because there was a transit strike…the first in 25 years. I wasn’t alive 25 years ago, so this was the kind of classic NYC moment that I relish. Whatever inconvenience the transit strike in NYC caused me was of course channeled into anger towards the MTA, the very bane of my

Agent Esmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736643830485404721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1135531635938334702005-12-25T12:23:00.000-05:002005-12-25T12:29:47.353-05:00

As an epilogue to the chicken story, I thought I’d post a link to an article in the New York Times about the geese living Central Park. Apparently, there are so many of them at a pond at the northern end of the park that they have begun to invade the surrounding neighborhood. A couple of weeks age, long before she found the chicken, my mother was walking down 110th street, on her way from

Agent Esmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736643830485404721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1135489777199912932005-12-25T00:39:00.000-05:002005-12-25T21:42:08.493-05:00

185th street in Manhattan is pretty far uptown. It isn’t, however, so far uptown that there is grass or wildlife. Mostly, there is cement, a few cars, a bunch of people in buildings, and sometimes my mother, who works at a school on that street. Yesterday, however, there was also a chicken.My mother was walking toward the train after finishing work and came across a baby chicken (but I’m

Agent Esmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736643830485404721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1135023687462661292005-12-19T15:13:00.000-05:002005-12-19T17:06:49.553-05:00

One of the occupational hazards of being a senior in college is that you have to suffer not only your own identity crisis about entering the real world, but you have to suffer those of your friends’ as well. So I must deal with good friends, each dealing with their crisis in their own special way.One believes that taking the route of a pathological liar is the way to go. This one is now at a

Agent Cocohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03601837529513436330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1134853662091110012005-12-17T16:03:00.000-05:002005-12-19T18:50:23.646-05:00

I have you all beat. None of you have ever had quite the experience getting to work in the morning as I did on Friday. None. I’m taking bets.Friday morning was unique for a few reasons. It was unusual in that I was working in the first place. I had agreed to PA for my father on an interview that he was shooting in a hotel in midtown. More importantly, it was unusual in that the entire city

Cookie Thieveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363218941013163122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1134761852984503302005-12-16T14:31:00.000-05:002005-12-16T14:40:21.410-05:00

Okay, so Ronald Takaki isn't stalking me in person, that would be much creepier ( I mean, check out those silicone valley -esque glasses!). However, his book, "A Different Mirror" definitely is stalking me. Let me explain...It all started freshman year. Esmee and I being freshbabies took our first (and sadly, only) class together, an 100 level Political Science class with a professor we will call

Cookie Thieveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363218941013163122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1134601683137106912005-12-14T18:01:00.000-05:002005-12-22T23:26:10.703-05:00

There has been a lot of holiday-related news going on. Apparently, a “war” on Christmas is being waged by evil non-Christians. People are inconsiderately wishing other people “happy holidays.” In fact, the White House Christmas card, after quoting a passage from the New Testament (which clearly in no way reflects any religious affiliation), the White House had the audacity to say “Happy

Cookie Thieveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363218941013163122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1134543436745078922005-12-14T01:49:00.000-05:002006-04-07T03:15:48.786-04:00

So, I’ve been listening to the radio. In the shower. I spend a whole 30 minutes a day listening to the radio while I’m washing and drying and such, and today, I did some thinking.I am of course obliged to listen to the most cheesy, uninventive, dancing-in-place-able music on the air while showering, as we all are. Over time, in my 30 minutes a day, I’ve learned a few things about the general

Cookie Thieveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363218941013163122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1133934635256064562005-12-07T00:48:00.000-05:002005-12-14T23:49:55.690-05:00

No more handing over the T.V. in the middle of the day. Especially the middle of a rainy day when you are busily [not] doing work in front of the T.V. Doing this is just asking for trouble.You know how sometimes you are sitting by yourself on a rainy day and thinking “Wow, I’d really like somebody to come by and distract me right now. Somebody I could complain to about how it’s raining out and

Cookie Thieveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363218941013163122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1133830889325529322005-12-05T19:56:00.000-05:002005-12-07T16:45:41.526-05:00

If there is something that you can count on a library for, it’s having books. Usually. Unless you go to a library for the blind, for example, where they have tapes instead of books, or the main branch of the New York City public library, where I believe they do have books, but they hide them from the public so that nobody will read them. Otherwise, you are generally in for a big helping of

Cookie Thieveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363218941013163122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19440566.post-1133740309567794552005-12-04T18:15:00.000-05:002005-12-06T00:21:05.246-05:00

Mission: Steal the Cookies1. cook·ie also cook·y , n. pl. cook·iesA small, usually flat and crisp cake made from sweetened dough.Slang. A person, usually of a specified kind: a lawyer who was a tough cookie.Computer Science. A collection of information, usually including a username and the current date and time, stored on the local computer of a person using the World Wide Web, used chiefly by

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