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Anyway that’s why you wear wool and a life jacket babeeeyyyy
The important thing about wool is that it continues to keep you warm even when it’s soaking wet.
Other natural fibers don’t do this. In fact, quite the opposite. Campers and boaters are usually familiar with the phrase, “cotton kills.” If you’re wet in cotton or linen, your clothes actually sap heat from your body.
If you sink in a lake in late October like I did today, staying warm is important. I was rescued long before I would’ve actually died, but cold makes your muscles seize up, which isn’t good if you have to swim to land.
Which brings me around to life jackets. If the water’s cold enough, you may only have five-ten minutes until your muscles seize (today I probably had 40-60, more than enough time to get to land if I hadn’t been picked up), and you’ll drown.
In a life jacket, even in extremely cold water, you can float semi-conscious for perhaps another 30 minutes or so before you actually freeze to death, which is usually when someone rescues you.
What’s more, you probably know that moving around on land warms you up. Jumping jacks, jogging in place, etc.
In water, moving actually makes you colder. You need to stay still curled up in a ball, which you can only do in a life jacket.
In wool AND life jacket, you’re warm, and your head’s above water, which is pretty much your only and entire goal.
If you’re allergic to wool, synthetics are available specifically for this purpose. I know I always say natural fibers are the way to go, but when it comes to safety, wear what protects you!
Yep! A really simple “experiment” I learned as a kid and now use in my own courses is sticking your hand in ice water. Compare moving it around in the water to curling it up in a fist. The contrast is stark!
To increase your survival time in on cold water, you want to curl up! If you’re with others, you want to huddle!
Again, both are only possible when wearing a life jacket!
I know a lot of people are reblogging this for writing reference, but I like to believe that 7,000 people on this site were actually continually living in fear about this specific situation and that when the time comes, I’ve prepared them with what they need to know to survive.
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the implications of jonah magnus being a queer man in the 19th century and choosing to serve an eldritch manifestation of the fear of having your secrets exposed and judged and condemned by the wider world,,,, I’m sick
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2026 has been 5 whole days, and each one has offered news that show it’s already in the running for “worst years.”
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No, this is not a scene out of a movie…
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thursday needs a meme, here’s my attempt to contribute. it’s thursday and i’m here to help. thanks
it’s thursday today but it’s cold outside, so here’s an update on my attempt at a thursday meme. it’s thursday and it’s cold but i’m still here to help. thanks
it’s 2015 now and thursday still needs a meme, here’s another attempt to contribute. it’s thursday and it’s a new year and as always i’m here to help. thanks
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In the hills of Colletto Fava, in Piedmont, Italy, once stood an enormous pink rabbit, over 60 meters tall: Hase, created in 2005 by the Austrian art collective Gelitin. Woven from waterproof fabric and stuffed with straw, it was designed to be climbed, walked on, and hugged by visitors, like a toy fallen from the sky. Its purpose was not only to entertain but also to show how art and nature intertwine: the artists planned for the rabbit to slowly decompose over the years, until it disappeared.
By 2016, the weather had already begun to erode its form, and today, only a few traces remain. Where the gigantic Hase once stood, vegetation has reclaimed its place. This artwork, more than a curious attraction, became a silent reminder that time never stops, not even for the most monumental creations.
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the whole “your [dead] pet got sent to live on a beautiful farm” euphemism used to confuse the heck out of me, bc when i was little my parents actually did send our dog to live on a farm
shutup shutup shutup yes i know it really happened bc WE GOT THE DOG BACK EVENTUALLY. i know i’ve trained you all not to trust my basic understanding of reality (it’s mid at best) but this is not me once again being extremely naive, WE GOT THE DOG BACK LATER
*my autistic ass nodding along sincerely as my classmates sarcastically refer to “being sent to live on a farm upstate”* yeah like when my parents had to move for work and Bingo went to live with my uncle for two years
i… don’t actually have any memories of the dog before it went to the farm. technically i have no firsthand evidence that it was the same dog. i just remember knowing we had a dog on a farm and eventually the dog appeared. that would be an INSANE thing to lie to a 5-year-old about. then again my parents have definitely done weirder
ah. tumblr’s favorite game.
gaslighting gaudit used to be the other way around IT USED TO BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND WHAT IS THIS WHERE AM I WHATS HAPPENING
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