Christmas time...

Let us tell you a little story. A Story of Em.

Yes the story can be told as such: The night of Augusta the 5th One Nine Eight Two. Born of Sun. A pale creature christened Em, born on this Continent Europa arrived with the strangest of Lettered Markings. Dagger like in execution. Slowly drawn to a secular life, its appeal, in turn gathered thoughts to grow lightly & continuous. Witnessed to Art. In breath and in fortune. Dandyness of red hair and forays into changeable eyes. Initiated herself to Royalty. No Purple blood. But Purple cloth. This is all but true. For Em though. It is anything but.

Em is everywhere. Present in every word that is read. Em is a unit of measurement in the field of typography. Em is perfect. Em is now here. EM, Em or em has many various associations/connotations & assimilations all of which are wholly wanting and true:

Em is an enlisted Man of the United States Army. Em is the End of Medium, an ISO C0 control code. Em is: Effective microorganisms, Electro magnetism, Electro migration, Electron microscope, Electron multiplier, an Exametre. It is an Expectation-maximization algorithm used in for finding maximum likelihood estimates of parameters in probabilistic models. The parameters found on the M step are then used to begin another E step and the process is repeated. Another Repetition, in this case of the Computer Vision. Continuous, Virtual & Infinite. This is Em. Em is also Electronic Music. This is Em too..

But onwards and upwards.

Em will not falter.