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Nearly a week late, it’s our giant “we’re corrupt” issue (see rant in the next post for details). Whatever our woes, they don’t come close to the harrowing “shift change” for those aboard the Lance research ship. In other news, the annual welcome-the-sun fest starts during a blizzard, a robot on a roller coaster (and no people) is the best vision for Pyramiden’s future, spaced-out students score big under the northern lights and Hollywood is again trying to kill visitors here with ignorance.
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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.