Man, biking to work two days in a row is no fun. My legs feel like noodles cooked way past al dente. But, if Nietzsche is to be believed, since it didn’t kill me, it will make me stronger.

The other day the Program Manager at my favorite radio station sent me an email. It seems he was soliciting input on how to improve the station, and had selected me (among a multitude of others, I’m sure) to tell him what I liked and disliked about it.

So I did. I told him I loved the on-air talent, and like the station, except for two things: I don’t appreciate the segments when they call people up pretending to be an outrageous character and try to make fools of them. If someone calls in to the station, hoping to be put on the air, fire away. Make them look like an idiot. But to call up someone who’s just trying to do their job and try to make them look stupid, that’s not cool. That’s too much like shock radio, and I don’t need it.

And I told him I hate the music. I honestly don’t know how a program manager is going to react when told that he has an ardent listener who absolutely loathes the music rotation, but he asked for feedback, so he got it.

I can’t wait to see if he responds to my email.