An entry over at Desbladet on Baudrillard's justly famous Disneyland observations shook loose a memory or two of a couple of strange days in Billund, Jutland. First a Danish business dinner in a Kro. (After the proper quantities of øl and akvavit, I swear I witnessed an argument between Søren Kierkegaard and Martin Hansen about what constituted a lie.) The next day I visited Legoland. It was a bright and hot day, and at first I thought I was in Anaheim, but no I wasn't. The Danes not being satisfied with their ersatz beachhead in Solvang have since then built a Legoland in California, as well as ones in Germany and the UK. Of course, Americans shouldn't complain as we blithely go about turning the world into an imperfect simulacrum of our own air-conditioned nightmare.
Posted by jim at October 9, 2003 09:00 AM | TrackBack