I like to be called 想φαγω. It's read Ideofago but written in two different scripts because I am a chuunibyou.

For 15 months, a period of time significant in my life for many ways, I have been reading, actively and not, the book Gödel Escher Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid, by Douglas Hofstadter.

The author, a born ideophage, if I am to be cheeky, grew up amidst intellectual privilege that merits the term; reporting childhood encounters with several top of the line scholars of the most varied fields, and paraphrasing him, granting him dreams such as "when I grow up, I want to be a half-spin ...