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Random weirdness for the week of April 28, 2015

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If people sense Russia isn’t exactly buckling under the heat as other nations are becoming increasingly hostile due its Arctic aggressiveness, it’s because they’ve got a remarkable history of concealing its woes and ambitions. We’re not sure which of the following is more mind-boggling: that a fire in the Pyramiden mine was still burning 18 months after it started, or that Russia kept it a secret from Norway for 30 years. A report last Tuesday by TV2 reveals the fire started Feb. 12, 1972, and was still burning in August of 1973. “If these failures had been known to the Norwegian authorities, they could have been used to damage Soviet interests on Spitsbergen,” KGB Chief Vasilij Mitrok wrote in a letter that month to the Soviet Union’s Central Committee, according to the TV station. The health and safety of the workers was reportedly overlooked as well, with operations continuing despite several explosions coal dust more than ten times the legal limit and 626 safety violations during the first five months of 1973. Nutrition from fresh food was also described as scant, with 200 grams of tomatoes and one lemon among the provisions in one person’s yearly ration. Norway’s Police Security Service finally learned about the fire in 2002 from their British counterparts in the Secret Intelligence Service…

Meanwhile, the old Soviet mentality is still thriving today as the quarreling continues about Russian Deputy Prime Minister Dmitry Rogozan’s unwanted visit here earlier this month. While some media are playing up the incident when reporting the Norwegian government’s support for a Store Norske bailout and others are focusing on Russia’s insistence that “Norway has no right to stop anyone from visiting Svalbard,” we’re intrigued by how the Russian state-owned media keeps dutifully reporting Rogozan “spent no more than an hour on Svalbard.” Since the reports also usually remind readers he was indulging in his Twitter habit during the visit, it takes a remarkable bit of doublethink to accept the claim since a message was sent from Barentsburg four hours and 53 minutes after his first tweet from Svalbard Airport.

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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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