No, not the bear... a yogi as in "one who practices yoga" or, more specifically, my wife. About two or three years ago now, my wife bought a "Beginner's Yoga" DVD from Amazon.com. Since that time, she's gotten much more advanced, and the disc collection has grown to about six trillion. You can tell them from other DVD's easily because they all have a picture of Rodney Yee's sickeningly enlightened face on them somewhere (shown). She also goes to classes now, and carries a little purple rug around with her everywhere.
It's interesting living with a yogi. It's not what you might think &mdash. There is a definite misperception that all yoga practictioners are either lame trend guppies, or crunchy spirit-freaks:
From "The Yoga Journal:
"I am not a yoga kinda guy. Yoga people are sensitive, aware, largely sober, slender, double-jointed humorless vegans who are concerned with their own spiritual welfare and don't hesitate to tell you about it. They are spiritually intense and consequently enormously boring in the manner of folks who, in their own self-absorption, feel you ought to be alerted as to the quantity and texture of their last bowel movement."
My wife isn't like that. She simply enjoys the good feeling that she gets from yoga's unique blend of exercise and flexibility. I totally understand; karate gives me the same feeling. But still, yoga is not for me. Could it be? Probably, if I had time outside of work, reading, writing, kenpo training, sleeping, eating, etc.... I could probably get into it. But only if they made a more masculine looking mat. Maybe one with robots on it. Yeah.. robots would be OK.
And that in itself brings up another misperception. That yoga is feminine. It's a misperception that Yee tries to counter by wearing skimpy tight shorts and then stuffing a chorizo sausage down the front. It's a misperception that Sting is helping to counter by, well... by being Sting. You get the idea.
Anyway, life with Yogi is great. Even though the ranger always catches her trying to steal pic-a-nic baskets.