Opinion

Cars have become remarkably good at worrying about us. They can warn when we are drifting out of a lane, tell us when another vehicle has entered our blind spot, apply the brakes when we fail to notice something ahead, and, in some cases, even keep themselves pointed in the right direction while traffic crawls along. It is an extraordinary development, particularly in a country where driving is akin to participating in a live-action negotiation with several hundred strangers. The problem is that the smarter the car becomes, the greater the temptation for us to become slightly less smart ourselves.

Now you see the money. Now you don’t. And if Senator-Judge Vicente “Tito” Sotto III has the metaphor right, the money does not exactly disappear. It dances.

Sometimes, a little arithmetic can do what a long argument cannot. It can puncture a rather large financial assumption.

There is a moment when a Filipino athlete stops being a promising competitor and becomes a national event. It usually begins with a victory, especially an unexpected one, and proceeds at a speed that would put the most frenetic fastbreak in basketball to shame.

Not so long ago, my P100 got me a full meal, a movie ticket and a jeepney ride home. Today I showed one to the barista and all I got was a sympathetic nod and a small glass of service water.