Evidence based policy making : biggest threat to Sri Lanka’s political system and other nutty thoughts stewing in the head


The voices in the head have been busy. Yet the holidays haven’t granted a breather to output the thoughts into words. The best I have managed are jottings in spare seconds scattered across the days. As usual what started as a single post keeps breeding more. The common theme dances around the foundational perceptions in … Continue reading Evidence based policy making : biggest threat to Sri Lanka’s political system and other nutty thoughts stewing in the head

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Sri Lanka signs joint defence treaty


Sri Lanka’s treaty with its nuclear armed neighbour has changed the region’s strategic landscape.

Humans need accountable AI design


Why we must demand transparency/auditing on AI , Machine Learning algorithm design AND the data quality used to "train" AIs.

Five thousand years later


Five thousand years later I can still see the bend of our river. A curve of hissing, foaming power. Coiling white against the high plateau of our village. Its black mass topped by the rampart's teeth. Waiting to impale the setting sun. Inside those ramparts is my universe. I am seeing it from the outside … Continue reading Five thousand years later

Most self centred blog post you’ll ever read


I bet you have NEVER read one THIS self centred. I certainly haven't. I don't write such blog posts. But this "issue" is at the point where someone MUST say something. That someone is not me. So I end up writing this. So what's the fuss? If you ask me, "The Problem" is a silly … Continue reading Most self centred blog post you’ll ever read

Remember Google?


Not many people remember Google these days. Most need to look it up. A sad irony for a company whose name was once a verb for that very act. Now it is a historical foot note. An academic short hand for dominance killed by ecological shifts. At its peak, Google's algorithms defined human knowledge in … Continue reading Remember Google?

Migrant’s Pineapples


I left Italy when I was sixteen. It was just after the war. There was nothing to eat. Everything was damaged, broken. Our ship stopped in Ceylon. A place call Gorl. There was this fellow loading pineapples onto the ship. It was the first time I saw one. I asked him what it was. He … Continue reading Migrant’s Pineapples