Well, for starters, “The Dilettante” was taken.  By a blogger who, evidently, hasn’t posted since April of 2008.

Anyhow, for a reason aside from my creepy dislike of a blogger I have never met, I give to you the dictionary:

Dilettante

dil·et·tante

Pronunciation: \ˈdi-lə-ˌtänt, -ˌtant; ˌdi-lə-ˈ\

Function: noun

Etymology: Italian, from present participle of dilettare to delight, from Latin dilectare

1 : an admirer or lover of the arts

2 : a person having a superficial interest in an art or a branch of knowledge

So combine the fact that I am a dilettante (some might say my M.A. might disqualify me but I find that the more I learn the more I realize I know nothing) with the current fascination in tacking –ista to the end of everything and we have me, the Dilettantista.

Update: Still in Chapel Hill.  Still packing.  How many shoes should I take?  That is today’s life-shattering question.  Trying to get into the habit of blogging daily, so look forward to a few more pack-centric posts before I get into the meat of things…