And the Shade of Baudrillard Keeps on Laughing, Borges's Too, at Baudrillard for Stealing his Schtick...

When I first moved to San Diego and would go to "Old Town"--a facsimile of old San Diego as imagined by Disney dreaming of Grenada (it has since been ruined by Gringos from Delaware and I actually miss it)--I would joke that I now knew what a real mouse must feel like walking through Disneyland. Something like that, in reverse, is happening now as chains of Taco Bell "restaurants" are poised to enter the Mexican market. AdAge is on the story of simulacras, tortillas, and brown, spicy meat-esque paste.