The Nerge has been on an unplanned hiatus. We at The Nerge apologize. And by “we” I mean “me”.

There reason for this pause in posts is that I’ve changed jobs from the EPA to a Oakland-based startup. I’m learning tons of new stuff, and that plus the intense level of chaos of the new job has basically eaten my brain.

Another minor factor is that I have spent way too much time on Twitter, reading and writing in 140 character spurts, rather than doing anything substantial. That was fun for a while, but it’s time to get back to some real writing.

That being said, you’ll be happy to know that we still get regular visits from Tzipi and Mississippi (as in “Mrs. Tzipi”). Lately the rivalry between Tzipi and O.J. (for “Other Jay”) has been fairly intense.

O.J. has long legs a long tail that he holds up at a jaunty angle. His whole demeanor says “I am The Sh*t.” He has a girlfriend who seems ridiculously young and speaks in what I can only determine is some Scrub Jay type of baby-talk. I never see O.J. talking to her; she just babbles to him in her little squeaky voice. Their relation is very different than Tzipi & Mississippi, who talk to each other in soft clucking sounds with occasional barely audible squeaks. Now I may be projecting all over the place that O.J.’s relationship seems slightly fucked up, because I have a preference for Tzipi, because he eats out of my hand. I fully admit my bias towards Camp Tzipi. Anyway, just like in the human world, you can’t always understand others’ relationships.

So here in Nergeland we’ve come up with a new verb: to screep. This is when one jay (let’s say, oh, maybe O.J.) comes flapping down at another (perhaps Tzipi?) in a territorial power play, while shouting “Screep! Screep! Screep!” Tzipi often gets screeped by O.J., which is to say O.J. chases Tzipi off and walks around for a few minutes thinking he’s cock of the walk. But Tzipi doesn’t care, because he knows he’s got the ace in hole; he can get almonds from me, personally, anytime he damn pleases. This seems to confound O.J. — that Tzipi has trained me to hand-feed him tasty treats.

Mississippi, on the other hand, has been watching these transaction between Tzipi and I quite closely for some time. Yesterday she’d decided she’d observed long enough, and actually took some almonds from my hand as well. It was a fine moment. I now have images in my head of baby jays (their offspring) flocking to me some day in a Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah kind of way. I, the pied piper of Scrub Jays. Without the leading innocents to their deaths, of course.
I haven’t seen this clip since I was a kid, it is way weirder than I remember.

Which reminds me of what my favorite rabbi, Rabbi Ferris, used to say (maybe he still does): if you’re feeling down, just sing “Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah” three times in a row, each time more exaggerated than the last. By the end of the third round, you’ll feel so ridiculous that you’ll actually feel better. Try it sometime.

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One Response to “Tzipi Update, 7/15/11”

  1. E on July 18th, 2011 8:27 am

    Wow Zip-A-Dee- Doo-Dah, I used to sing that all the time; It has been years. Once when I was down and lived I think in California, my Dad sang that to me over the phone. It did make me feel better. I think it makes me feel better just watching it. (although I agree the video clip was weirder than I remember it)

    It is also exciting to hear about Ms. Tzipi, I am sorry I can’t call her Mrs. What fun – I hope to see her some day. It seems like a soap opera in your backyard though!

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