Duminda Silva has a pretty good website. The martial music hits you, but if you turn it off there’s a lot of content. He is basically giving stuff away, building houses, throwing money around. And people need money, God knows they need money. But where does it come from? I don’t know where Duminda’s money comes from. I won’t get into that. A lot of politicians get their money from the underworld or drugs.

Andrew Sullivan a thread called ‘Can You Live Without A Credit Card?‘ I am a huge Sullivan fan and wrote him an email, because his staff reads and draws on them for content. And, woot, they published mine. Here it is. In short, I don’t carry a credit card, but I use one online.

I think these are the new currency notes. I got them via email a few weeks back and their release was announced today. Haven’t seen them in the wild though. I must say, I like the new designs. They don’t have Mahinda and random boats in the air like the hastily photoshopped 1000 Rupee notes of recent yore. The new notes are interesting, they emphasize dance, butterflies, birds and infrastructure, each in different variations.

I wake up in this Rameshwaran hotel room. Sri Lanka is 30km from here but I feel very far from home. I had an allergic reaction (peanut I think) and spent the last few hours itching and throwing up. It’s been a long day. I have a message from my father that I’m under attack. Ugh. I don’t get it. This chap is accusing me of making 5 million rupees a year from Kottu. I wish. I could throw up in a better hotel room.

I met a girl at Inland Revenue who basically corrects all of my forms, which are deeply messed up and at times farcical. By the end I feel like we’ve been on a date and I’m stuck with the bill, trying not to look shocked. I thought if I smiled enough she’d help me fudge stuff, but she doesn’t, she actually gets more out of me. This sucks, but I console myself that I can complain for the rest of the year without guilt.