or, well, "Jackie," on my birth certificate, because my parents thought that was a cool thing for an American boy. But "Yakov," in Hebrew—Yakov, son of David. And, well, I'm named after my grandfather, Yaghoub, which is the Farsi form of the name. So... Yeah, my family is a group of Persian-American Jews who fled Iran around the time of the revolution, so, there you go, four versions of my middle name.
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