About the blog
When I launched this project, I sent a note to some friends: ​I have given birth to a beautiful baby blog. It’s a girl! Everyone is happy and healthy. Visitors are appreciated at this special time.

Picture this:  You generate tiny crumbs of writing, small but each one very precious to you, consistently over more than a decade, stashing them away one-by-one because it's hard to know what to do with them or how to dispose of them responsibly-- twisted little observational nuggets, bloated misshapen haiku, brief sketches, one-liners, pony-size essays. Lighthearted things that fit on a Post-It-Note (some are literally on Post-It-Notes).   Then one day you realize that you can mash them all into a giant dough ball and hurl it at the internet.  Voila!  A blog is born.  

That's probably all you need to know in order to have a good time on this website, but for those who like biographies...

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​About Nasreen Yazdani
I'm a comedy writer based in San Diego.  I was born and raised in Southern California, and I can walk to the beach from my house.  My perspective is rooted in the royally casual subculture of wet suits and fish tacos.  Other influences have also made their mark:  my father is Persian from Pakistan and my mother is American of English descent.  This unlikely mix gave me an affinity for absurdity, contradiction, and all the aspects of life that get charmingly lost in translation when two cultures coexist.  My first stand up comedy routine was performed as a reckless final project in Andy Rotman's Religious History of India class at Smith College (fist bump to the kind Smithies who put up with that)-- and it was that sublime and freeing experience that inspired me to explore a series of riffs on my own life in the years that followed. 
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At it's core, this blog is a celebration is life.  And it takes two to party, so thank you for being here.   

I also dance the Argentine tango.  More on that later.  

​Welcome to my nest.  If you're reading this, you're basically right here with me.  You can have the hammock chair; I'll take the zafu. 

See also:  Allow me to introduce myself