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Bye-bye Barneo: Russia replaces North Pole ice camp with separate science, military sitespoleparatroopers

Bye-bye Barneo: Russia replaces North Pole ice camp with separate science, military sites

By Mark Sabbatini on March 30, 2015
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They’ve hosted barbers, figure skaters, marathon runners and thousands of others seeking unique thrills at the top of the world, but Russia is making it more clear than ever this year their North Pole ambitions go way beyond fun and games.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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Campers exposed by elements beyond the eclipsecampers

Campers exposed by elements beyond the eclipse

By Mark Sabbatini on March 30, 2015
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The folks trying to sell campers a more comfortable night’s sleep did so a bit too loudly. The Swedes were adroit and a bit authoritarian. And the Japanese were wasteful, much to their hosts’ delight.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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Column: ‘I was exactly one of those people I now see as a bit of a nuisance’greggoudey

Column: ‘I was exactly one of those people I now see as a bit of a nuisance’

By Mark Sabbatini on March 30, 2015
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By Greg Goudey, guest contributor

I came to Svalbard/Longyearbyen for the first time in June of 2013 and, just like I expect most first time visitors think, I thought I was so cool because no one I knew had been to the Arctic.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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http://icepeople.net
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Panic buyers, homeless visitors join sun as dim bits of Eclipse Weekemptyshelves

Panic buyers, homeless visitors join sun as dim bits of Eclipse Week

By Mark Sabbatini on March 30, 2015
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Obviously local businesses and plenty of homeowners made out – like bandits in some cases – but the high cost of seeing Svalbard’s dark side resulted in some dim moments from locals and the penny-pinched visiting hoards.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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Dark day turns jeers and tears into cheerseclipsedave

Dark day turns jeers and tears into cheers

By Mark Sabbatini on March 30, 2015
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Those 147 seconds of clear sky during the total solar eclipse were like night and day in more than the literal sense.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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http://icepeople.net
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Random weirdness for the week of March 24, 2015passebjorn

Random weirdness for the week of March 24, 2015

By Mark Sabbatini on March 30, 2015
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This week’s “be afraid, be very afraid” warning about Russia’s Arctic ambitions comes from Diplomatic Courier magazine, which has the former Soviet empire enlisting panserbjornes to aid their military push northward.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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http://icepeople.net
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Briefs from Svalbardposten for the week of March 24, 2015storenorskeaccident

Briefs from Svalbardposten for the week of March 24, 2015

By Mark Sabbatini on March 30, 2015
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Miner loses two fingers in ‘crushing’ accident at Svea
A man in his 40s had two fingers severed during an accident involving a conveyor belt in the mine at Svea, according to the governor of Svalbard. The victim was transported by helicopter to Longyearbyen Hospital following the accident at about 5 a.m. Wednesday. The company has halted work involving the conveyor belt to investigate the equipment and instruct employees on operating it properly.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
marksabbatini@yahoo.com
http://icepeople.net
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Icepeople PDF: March 24, 2105

By Mark Sabbatini on March 30, 2015

It’s a new record for dimness with our first 12-page issue ever, courtesy of a total solar eclipse that cast light on Svalbard’s brightest and…

Woman suspected of multiple arson incidents exiled from Svalbard during investigationarsonresponse

Woman suspected of multiple arson incidents exiled from Svalbard during investigation

By Mark Sabbatini on March 22, 2015
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A woman suspected of trying to set multiple fires in several occupied residential buildings along Vei 222 late Friday night is in custody on the mainland as police and fire officials investigate the case, according to The Governor of Svalbard.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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