10 November 2001

They seem to be spreading like a mold culture in a petri dish, small protrusions edging out of a living web, each providing a wholly new terrain of colors and texture.

I'm talking about blogs, of course.

A more recent addition is lone xylophone, which will soon be filled, I'm sure, with tones struck from the mind of my lovely wife, Laurel, who was once a percussionist in her high school band. She now is the managing editor for the Observer news magazine of the American College of Physicians-American Society of Internal Medicine (ACP-ASIM), a member of three book clubs, the sometime editor of a Christian literary magazine, and the mother to our two furry children, Nicky (the dog) and Keats (the cat).