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The Big Cheese...

I ran into Becky at the Temescal Cafe today. We were both hammering out our final papers, mine on Jasper Johns and on the movie Serenity, hers on the privilege inherent in agnosticism. This was for her Eth(n)ics of Whiteness class, a 20 pager on the topic of focussing on one of your deeply held beliefs and examining the privileges and assumptions inherent in it. As an agnostic myself I was very interested to approach my beliefs (lack of beliefs? I just don't know anymore!) from this angle. I asked her to share her paper with me when she's finished, and (with her permission) I can present some themes and topics in this website as a digestion.

At any rate, I looked up "theism" on wikipedia this evening--interesting stuff. The tidbit that jumped out at me: "The term is attested in English from 1678, and was probably coined to contrast with atheism, a term that is attested from ca. 1587..." Got that? Athiests beat you to it by *almost a century*. That's right. Who got who?

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