I started a yoga class last Thursday. Apparently the thing to do after yoga is to offer "namaste" to your instructor. Namaste, to save you the click, means, "I honor you".
The problem is the fake Steve Jobs blog. Written by a business reporter, FakeSteve channels all things Steve Jobs. It's pretty funny, especially if you're a Mac fan. Fake Steve offers a 'namaste' to anyone who amuses or assists him. So, the when the yoga instructor tells us of the practice of offering honor to her and to each other, my mind goes to fake Steve and away from the moment.
It's the same problem I had trying to watch Marlene Dietrich after first seeing Madeline Kahn in Blazing Saddles.