Thank you, if you appreciate the tuning so much, I hope you will enjoy the playing more.

144 is a dozen dozens.

Even better, 144 is one gross.

Psalm 144 begins with the statement:

Praise be to the LORD my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.

Section 144 of Bangladesh Code of Criminal Procedure prohibits assembly of five or more persons, public meetings, and carrying firearms. This is probably why The Polyphonic Spree have chosen not to tour Bangladesh.

The total land area of Bangladesh is 144 thousand square kilometres.

As of 2005, the population of Bangladesh was approximately 144 million.

Thus, if your get a dozen dozen Bangladeshis, times that number by one million, get them to praise the LORD with a rock concert (featuring The Polyphonic Spree which would be in breach of Section 144 of Bangladesh Code of Criminal Procedure) that went for 144 hours, it would smell gross.

Probably.

Comments

USelaine said…

Meanwhile, up and over here, I've got the 44th president of my country.

Rock on!

21 January 2009 at 17:41

Priyanka Khot said…

wow ur knowledge about 144 amazes me.

21 January 2009 at 20:12

Kris McCracken said…

Elaine, you've got AGES to go before 144!

Isn't it really 43 though? Grover Cleveland is called President 22 AND 24, despite being only one person!

23 January 2009 at 11:02

Kris McCracken said…

Priyanka, 144 is the twelfth Fibonacci number, and the largest one to also be a square. It is also is the smallest number with exactly 15 divisors.

But I shall stop there...

23 January 2009 at 11:04

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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