The Bayer designation Iota Cygni (ι Cyg / ι Cygni) is shared by two stars, in the constellation Cygnus:
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Iota2 Cygni is a star in the constellation Cygnus. Its apparent magnitude is 3.77 Located around 37.20 parsecs (121.3 ly) distant, it is a blue-white main-sequence star of spectral type A5V, a star that is currently fusing its core hydrogen. Based on rapid changes in the strength of a signly-ionized calcium absorption line, the star is likely host to a circumstellar disk.
Iota1 Cygni (ι1 Cyg) is a star in the constellation Cygnus. Its apparent magnitude is 5.75.
Iota (uppercase Ι, lowercase ι; Greek: Ιώτα) is the ninth letter of the Greek alphabet. It was derived from the Phoenician letter Yodh. Letters that arose from this letter include the Latin I and J and the Cyrillic І (І, і), Yi (Ї, ї), Je (Ј, ј), and iotated letters (e.g. Yu (Ю, ю)).
In the system of Greek numerals iota has a value of 10.
Iota represents the sound [i]. In ancient Greek it occurred in both long [iː] and short [i] versions, but this distinction was lost in Koine Greek.
Iota participated as the second element in falling diphthongs, with both long and short vowels as the first element. Where the first element was long, the iota was lost in pronunciation at an early date, and was written in polytonic orthography as iota subscript, in other words as a very small ι under the main vowel, for instance ᾼ ᾳ ῌ ῃ ῼ ῳ. The former diphthongs became digraphs for simple vowels in Koine Greek.
The word is used in a common English phrase, 'not one iota', meaning 'not the slightest amount', in reference to a phrase in the New Testament (Matthew 5:18): "until heaven and earth pass away, not an iota, not a dot, (King James Version: '[not] one jot or one tittle') will pass from the Law until all is accomplished." (Mt 5:18) This refers to iota, the smallest letter, or possibly Yodh, י, the smallest letter in the Hebrew alphabet.
Iota is the ninth letter of the Greek alphabet. It is also a term used in conversation to metaphorically suggest something very small (i.e. "the least iota").
Iota may also refer to:
Iota is a town in Acadia Parish, Louisiana, United States. The population was 1,500 at the 2010 census. Its previous names were "Pointe Aux Loups" (French for "Wolves' Point") "Cartville" and "Hodge town"
Iota is part of the Crowley Micropolitan Statistical Area.
Iota is located at 30°19′43″N 92°29′35″W / 30.32861°N 92.49306°W (30.328500, -92.493123).
According to the United States Census Bureau, the town has a total area of 1.3 square miles (3.3 km2), all land.
As of the census of 2000, there were 1,376 people, 524 households, and 374 families residing in the town. The population density was 1,084.1 people per square mile (418.3/km²). There were 583 housing units at an average density of 459.3 per square mile (177.2/km²). The racial makeup of the town was 87.94% White, 11.26% African American, 0.15% Asian, 0.22% from other races, and 0.44% from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 1.31% of the population.
There were 524 households out of which 38.0% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 54.0% were married couples living together, 12.0% had a female householder with no husband present, and 28.6% were non-families. 27.1% of all households were made up of individuals and 13.5% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.62 and the average family size was 3.20.
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