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