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Wow, does that descriptor of the new decade have many meanings as the New Year rings in the world’s northernmost town. Man’s fireworks and Mother Nature’s Northern Lights provided simultaneous spectacular light shows as midnight struck, while only a short distance away a polar bear ventured close to the festivities. That resulted in a subsequent light show well into the wee hours of the morning by a helicopter and other vehicles from the governor’s office as they tried to chase the bear away across the shore on the opposite side of town (major kudos/thanks to Sophie Cordon for the bear/helicopter photo).
(Note: these are low-res preview images. Full-size ones will be posted later today.)
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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.