So sometimes I'll go running late at night 'cause the path down by the beach is empty and 'cause it's nice and cool and 'cause I ate half a medium pizza at nine and I have to wait that long for it to wear off. That late, there's not a lot on the radio except lonely talk show hosts crying into the night like crazed loons, so I listen to "LA's only 24-hour Korean language radio."

I don't speak a word of Korean, but the rhythms are interesting and I like the rolly sound of the language. It sets a pace.

There's one talk show that I particularly enjoy. The host just let's his callers ramble on and on and on, sometimes for my entire run, adding only a soft "Nehhh" every few seconds. I imagine that it's a "Yes, yes, go on" sound, but he says it so softly and with such regularity that when he actually comes right out and says something rolly back at the caller, you almost stumble over that little dog that's wandered in front of you.

I also like watching Spanish language TV, but that's just because I'm a huge Erik Estrada fan.