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Wiped out? Svalbardbutikken increases prices, runs out of toilet paper; figuring out why reveals more madessemptyshelf

Wiped out? Svalbardbutikken increases prices, runs out of toilet paper; figuring out why reveals more madess

By Mark Sabbatini on April 14, 2017
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A packet of salmon fillets costing about 40 kroner a few weeks ago now costs more than 70. A whole frozen chicken selling for about 50 kroner now costs more than 90. And for a couple of days you couldn’t buy toilet paper at any price.

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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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Boxed out: Stormy weather disrupts flights, ships for two weeks; mailboxes, grocery shelves largely emptypostofficesunday

Boxed out: Stormy weather disrupts flights, ships for two weeks; mailboxes, grocery shelves largely empty

By Mark Sabbatini on February 1, 2017
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If visitors arriving for Polarjazz (or whatever) this week feel the shelves at the supermarket are a little thinly stocked, it’s a bountiful harvest compared to what’s been available much of the past two weeks.

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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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Random weirdness for the week of Dec. 1, 2015micealert

Random weirdness for the week of Dec. 1, 2015

By Mark Sabbatini on December 6, 2015
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Forget the polar bears – this seemingly meek creature (getting his well-deserved comeuppance from the hand of humanity) is Svalbard’s really deadly form of wildlife.

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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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Briefs from Svalbardposten for the week of Nov, 3, 2015lnsgreenland

Briefs from Svalbardposten for the week of Nov, 3, 2015

By Mark Sabbatini on November 7, 2015
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LNS starting a treasure hunt for rubies in Greenland   
LNS is scheduled to start trial production is scheduled to start this month at the Aappaluttoq ruby mine in Greenland, which Administrative Director Frode Nilsen said could be worth billions of dollars.

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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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The news is there’s no news: Norway’s biggest newspapers halt shipments to Svalbard, citing costsnonews2

The news is there’s no news: Norway’s biggest newspapers halt shipments to Svalbard, citing costs

By Mark Sabbatini on April 18, 2015
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Most of Norway’s major newspapers are no longer sending copies to Svalbard, citing the cost of doing so on commercial flights, with Longyearbyen’s largest retailer now scrambling to negotiate an alternative means of shipment.

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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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Briefs from Svalbardposten for the week of April 14, 2015hutmove

Briefs from Svalbardposten for the week of April 14, 2015

By Mark Sabbatini on April 17, 2015
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Trapper Hilmar Nois’ hut moved from eroding shore
Villa Fredheim, the landmark historic hut at Sassendalen used by trapper Hilmar Nois, was moved about 50 meters from the shoreline Friday to prevent coastal erosion from destroying the monument.

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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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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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