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Camping Helps Set Circadian Clocks Straight
cold fjord writes "Counsel & Heal reports, 'Many people are stuck in the vicious cycle of late nights and late mornings. However, a new study reveals that a week of camping in the great outdoors may help people set their clocks straight. A new study, published in the journal Current Biology, reveals that if given a chance, our body's internal biological clocks will tightly synchronize to a natural, midsummer light-dark cycle. The study found that a week of exposure to true dawn and dusk with no artificial lights had a significant effect on people who might otherwise describe themselves as night owls. Researchers found that under those conditions, night owls quickly become early birds. "By increasing our exposure to sunlight and reducing our exposure to electrical lighting at night, we can turn our internal clock and sleep times back and likely make it easier to awaken and be alert in the morning," Kenneth Wright of the University of Colorado Boulder said in a news release.'"
So, become unemployed, miss mortgage payments and steal a tent. Sleeping issue solved!
Science advances one funeral at a time- Max Planck
Camping to reset my circadian cycle sounds all nice and that, but where do I get power for my gadgets, and where do I get 4G Internet connectivity out in the boondocks?
Studies show that me picking a fight with, oh, just about anyone, will get my clock cleaned, a hunderd percent guarantee.
And who doesn't love a clean clock?
Ok, cool, so camping helps circadian rhythms and the human health and all. What about teamkilling?
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Visit Montreal or Toronto if you need to reset your Canadian rhythms. Vancouver, even.
Unless you camp like a sissy with lots of fancy equipment nature won't help you a bit in South Florida. First the heat will kill you. The insects will drive you mad as a March hatter. You will be miserable. Snakes, alligators and human psychopaths are more than a tiny issue and to make it worse we have wild boar that will kill you in the blink of an eye. One long weekend in our natural environment and you'll drop on the first air conditioned concrete slab you come to and sleep like a rock. You will feel like a victim of torture and may never be the same again for your entire life. You will most likely gain religion as much of your camping experience will be spent begging Jesus for the misery to let up.
Try having a child ... The funny thing is that you do actually get used to it; I was a night owl, but not anymore.
I got used to it (and it amuses my old friends that I get up early) but I never really stopped being a night owl. Give me a chance, and I switch to my night owl schedule in a day.
Being awake when the sun is out is unnatural. I understand that sunlight is necessary for green plants, but I'm not a green plant.
I work night shift You insensitive clods!
Here's what my dogs have to say about being on the wrong side of the door at breakfast-time: Bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark arf-bark, scritch-scratch, bark-bark-bark- ...
Of course, that's pretty much the same thing they say when they're on the right side of the door, too. Can't blame them. It's breakfast time, after all.
John
Ok, cool, so camping helps circadian rhythms and the human health and all. What about teamkilling?
Camping shifts the circadian-health median of the entire team toward an objectively "better" state. It can be said that camping raises the overall health and quality of life for everyone.
Teamkilling on the other hand is a zero-sum game. The troll's erection grows proportionally to everyone else's level of discontent, with total hardness tipping the very edges of the Mohs scale when the voice chat explodes in rage.
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...or drank a tad less.
Woah, woah, slow down there. We don't want to be too hasty.
Boot Windows, Linux, and ESX over the network for free.
Talk about the cure being worse than the disease.
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Right. There's nothing better than throwing on a backpack and heading out into the woods to escape the pressure cooker of the office.
Oh crap! Now I'm really screwed!
Have gnu, will travel.