{"id":390,"date":"2011-07-19T12:42:28","date_gmt":"2011-07-19T10:42:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/?p=390"},"modified":"2011-07-19T12:43:07","modified_gmt":"2011-07-19T10:43:07","slug":"two-minutes-of-freedom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/two-minutes-of-freedom","title":{"rendered":"Two minutes of freedom"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have a blender, and use it at least once a day to make smoothies. Dorje doesn&#8217;t usually like them. Too many failed experiments perhaps. An overly liberal dose of cayenne pepper, or the raw tumeric and amalaki powder (made from a fruit very high in Vitamin C and sour like a lemon) mix not proving as successful as it sounds.<\/p>\n<p>But the blender does provide some enjoyment.<\/p>\n<p>The blender is a high-powered monster, and when its dull roar takes over all conversation stops. At first, he made harmless &#8220;vroom vroom&#8221; sounds along with the engine. Although maybe he got that from me.<\/p>\n<p>But recently he&#8217;s found a new expression of blender freedom. While the motor roars, he lets out a blood-curdling shriek to put any banshee to shame. The kind of shriek even babies can&#8217;t get away with before being plugged with a dummy or a bottle. With me standing next to the blender, and him across the room, I feel like a dentist&#8217;s drill is piercing my eardrum. I have to block my ears, and can barely stand to free one hand to top up the blender, or switch it off. When the blender stops, so does the shriek.<\/p>\n<p>How many of us manage to find such a wonderful two minutes of freedom in a day?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have a blender, and use it at least once a day to make smoothies. Dorje doesn&#8217;t usually like them. Too many failed experiments perhaps. An overly liberal dose of cayenne pepper, or the raw tumeric and amalaki powder (made from a fruit very high in Vitamin C and sour like a lemon) mix not [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-390","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/390","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=390"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/390\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":399,"href":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/390\/revisions\/399"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=390"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=390"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dorjegilfillan.com\/wordpress\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=390"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}