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

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