Cue up the Neil Diamond. Like a boatload of immigrant philosophers, chasing in this Continent’s divinely appointed promises, the magically aestheticized transcendance of the twin landscapes of Caspar David Friedrichian Nature and Henri Fantin Latourian Domesticity, Extreme Ironing is comin’ to America.
I only care because I care enough to have made a movie about ironing, Extremely Sentimental Ironing, you might say, which was set in that Land of Milk and Honey where Asian and Central American immigrants step into the dreams once pursued by Mormon pioneers from Western Europe.
[Note: If all you want is someone to read the Times for you unembellished, watch ,a href=”http://www.ny1.com”>NY1.]