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Hi,
I open this thread to share our tricks to stay cool with long hair when temperatures rising.
Where I live (Bordeaux in France) I suffer from extreme heat since June, it breaks all records! The city
streets (with of course a lot of concrete!) becomes the hell on Earth with temperatures of 40 - 45°C (104 - 113°F) for several days. Luckily I live in the countryside which are cooler than the city, but I work in the city.
Here is what I'm doing to avoid overheat:
- No loose hair. It's the worst thing to do when temperatures are hot. Hair cover most of your head, and they are an insulation that prevents your head to evacuate heat.
- Ponytail. I find that's not optimal because it covers the back of your head. Moreover, hair is in contact with sweat, which isn't good for hair.
- Braid. Hair doesn't touch too much the back of your head, and it's thinner than a ponytail, so the back of your head can evacuate heat efficiently.
- Bun. I think that's the best solution. Hair doesn't touch any part of your head except the scalp of course. But I never succeed to do a beautiful one.
- Water spray can also help to chill you, but if hydrometry is high it's inefficient and even worse!
If you have any tricks, share it!
Hi(gh)!
Long-haired or not - most of us will perish in scorching heat waves lasting for months and months during the coming years! And if it would not be the heat that kills us, then most likely starvation and/or dehydration or even cannibalism - when the entire agricultural food supply chain collapses due to unviable climatic conditions, human meat will be the last resort.
Parents, be prepared to kill and eat your children... children, be prepared to kill and eat your parents... friends and neighbors, be prepared to kill and eat yourselves mutually, lovers and loved ones, be prepared to kill and eat yourselves mutally... a global Holodomor.
And there will be no God, no Jesus Christ, no Mahdi, no Messiah, no Saoshyant, no Maitreya to save us, as they are all just delusions of the human brain which desperately wants to hope, to believe - but there is no hope. Face it.
Perish, human race!
Millions and millions of years from now, eventually some other species might evolve into sapient beings, and the whole senseless dance begins once more... and so in countless livable locations throughout the Universe, until the last red dwarf stars have faded to blackness.
Yes, Arthur Schopenhauer was so right...
You're a little bit pessimistic!
Hi(gh)!
A result of countless hours of doomsurfing... and there is still no rain in Cologne!
See you in Khyberspace!
Yadgar
Lord Byron's "Darkness", written in July 1816
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shriek'd, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.
Hi(gh)!
The "Year Without Summer", of course! But where about to face the exact opposite... unless Putin pulls the trigger and plunges us all into a nuclear winter!
See you in Khyberspace!
Yadgar
I have thick hair and I believe heat is one reason I never grew my hair to terminal length. I find mid back is a good length for summer, but I tend to wear my hair at lower/back waist. I contemplate trimming to mid back length.
Darrin
