So yesterday I turned 44. I went hunting for various meanings of the number and came up with two: about twelve years ago, Apple renamed the (butt ugly, PC-looking, metal-beige, garbage-y) PowerMac 4400 for Australia because it seemed that 44 was an unlucky number, or had some other kind of negative cultural baggage attached to it. Think Chevy Nova selling in Spain: Chevy No Va (translation, roughly: “It does not go”).
The other employment of “44”—this one metaphysical—is Hexagram 44 of the I Ching:
So, cultural el mundo malo or ominous-yet-spot-on instruction? Me, I’ll always go for the learning.