The Creator

My name is John-Paul, but you can call me JP. Or |Xixcnoszmagin, if you’re into that sort of thing.

I am a 32 year old undergraduate at the University of Rochester, working to acquire degrees in Industrial and Organizational Psychology, and English (Creative Writing). Suffice it to say, it was a strange path to this point, and I waver between a deep, wrenching sense of loss over taking so long to get into college, and an immense gratitude, and sense of relief, that I am doing this as a (fairly) rational adult who knows his own worth and the worth of what he is working towards. That last sentence should be a clear indication of why I dig polysynthetic language.

I am a photographer, and a writer, with certifications in interior design and professional organization, and an Associate degree in both Education and Human Services. I’m sarcastic and cynical (and firmly of the belief that cynics are heart-broken optimists), and have a sharp tongue when it comes to people who rationalize hatred for their fellow human beings. I want to build something better than myself.


I have a dog. I have a fiance. The order in which I love them is based entirely on which one of them was responsible for me falling off the bed that day; they are both space-hogging sleep-kickers.

It didn’t even occur to me that I could create a language until I took a course titled “Magic Language in the Middle Ages” taught by Professor Sarah Higley. The course title doesn’t do it justice. It does not have… hap-sed, access to the power of the experience. I could describe it better in Nyix; a thing I find myself saying probably entirely too often these days.