Derrida was on to something

Once I read something by Jacques Derrida to the effect that the person who writes something down is not the same person who reads it, even if the writer and the reader inhabit the same body. At the time I figured that JD was belaboring a point about intention, etc. (and thank God i don't do that kind of stuff for a living anymore, just by the way), BUT NOW I know that he was just suffering from the first signs of middle age.

For this is what I've just found scribbled on a pad of paper beside my iBook:

23 X 39 (or 1)

No idea.

Off now to read Modern Senior and plan what shade of afghan I want the nurses to wrap me in before they park me by the fountain for my daily outing.