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LAist is on a cross country road trip. Here are some photos from a few days in Toronto. Some more things that Toronto is like LA and not like LA: we're both huge cities without an NFL football team, Toronto wants to be more like NY while LA just attracts New Yorkers to move here, neither of us has very good pizza, the spawl is amazing in Toronto but somehow they seem to deal...

One thing LAist salivates over is the many Google mashup maps Gothamist gets to show New Yorkers. Here in LA, we're still struggling to find a good number of Los Angeles based Google Maps. We love RentSlicer. LA Eats has potential. What are we missing here? Google Maps Mania, the unofficial Google Maps blog that tracks websites, mashups and tools being influenced by Google Maps, has pointed us towards My California Traffic. Here you...

This LAist poster is a BIG fan of turkey sandwiches. But many times, don't we all end up being disappointed, with the turkey being too dry, or the bread being either too chewy or too hard? Or maybe it’s the cheese or balance of condiments that’s not quite right. It’s a never-ending quest – kind of like finding the perfect pizza slice in this city. The last time we came close to the perfect turkey sandwich was in Greenwich Village’s Sandwich Shoppe around the corner from St. Vincent’s Hospital. (We heard a rumor that this place closed...maybe some of you New Yorkers can confirm?)

Greatest Minor League Baseball Manager Tirade Ever happened last night. His name is Joe Mikulik and Dodger centerfielder Kenny Lofton played with the guy and said this today:

"He was crazy," Lofton said, laughing hard before Monday night's game at Minnesota. "Whoo. When I saw it, I was like, 'OK, that's something that he had in him.' That explosiveness. I didn't know he was going to do all that."

It's your Psycho Girlfriend. And she just won't get off your case this week.

Academically speaking, the above title (a quote from one of our commenters) is correct and it only took 15 comments to get there! Not every part of the valley is within city limits (haha, Wiki left out West Toluca Lake!) of the City of Los Angeles (as pointed out: there is Bizarrebank, Glendale, City of San Fernando, the occasional unincorporated Los Angeles County, etc).

Paper, the very NY mag, has their sights set on LA this week, where they intend to create both colorful chaos and a February issue devoted entirely to our city. To accomplish this they've assembled a hodgepodge of quirky characters and are setting up shop--quite literally--in a storefront at Melrose and La Brea. For the next few days anyone and everyone is invited to take part in a sort of performance art meets (media) circus, have your photo snapped by Torkil Gudnason (we love that name; it just says "photographer" doesn't it?), and do things like take a drag aerobics class, sip tea with Phyllis Diller and Paper's Mr. Mickey, groove to DJs, scope out LA themed panel discussions, and, of course, swill vodka at any one of their almost nightly parties. Check out the full schedule, and list of participants, and LA.comfidential's write up. Then go on down to Paper's ACME headquarters and join in the insanity. Give those smug New Yorkers some of that left-coast lovin' they need. Prove for once and for all we're not a bunch of fame-hungry, substance-addicted, vegan, tree hugging, miniature dog carrying, SUV driving nut jobs. Oh, hell, who are we kidding? Just be yourselves. May as well give 'em what they want.

Four years.

In the wake of another round of explosions on the London transit system, and on the same day that New Yorkers are being subjected to random bag searches at some subway stations (with little apparent rhyme or reason to location), LAist wonders what our own MTA has to say about passenger safety and the worry of attack. While we certainly don't want to fall prey to the cult of fear by which the country is ruled by claiming we have a dire need for this kind of increased security, and we certainly don't want to put the message out that there is a need for fear on our buses and trains, we do have some curiosity as to the MTA's take. As it so happens, they have little to say on the subject; all is well with our transit system, according to their current news alert, and with only some added manpower from the Sheriff's Department, the MTA basically says just keep your eyes open. Seems fair enough, we think. So, Angelenos, what do you think? Do we have the right kind of security in our city? Too much? Too little? Too late?

New Yorkers might get the least out of working hard for the money but we're not doing much better. Salary.com says that Los Angeles is the 8th worst city for trying to keep your money in your bank account. The basic idea is that while our salaries are generally higher than most other cities in the nation our cost of living outpaces that by far. So, the question is, when we could easily pack up and move 5 hours away and get a job at a casino/hotel in Vegas and probably buy a house quickly, why do we stay?

First off, we have to apologize to the fine folks at Gothamist and Six Apart, because we had to forsake their Happy Hour out of sheer exhaustion. LAist had a few too many $4 martinis yesterday in the Village at the Fat Black Pussycat, and was made to suffer through eating at the "interactive" Jekyll and Hyde afterwards--as if getting lost in the zig zag streets and being in dire need of a bathroom wasn't torture enough. We've watched polar bears frolic at the Central Park Zoo, delighted at the Jackass penguins and walrus at the New York Aquarium, eaten a famous Magnolia Bakery cupcake in front of Liv Tyler and her rock star husband, taken the Staten Island Ferry, and stopped to smell the roses at the annual Macy's Flower Show...among many other things New York. Tonight we're napping and soaking in the tub at our fabulous hotel, so we can rest up before we go watch the Circus come to town and grab some late-night hot dogs.

LAist patriarch Gothamist recently asked the question, Do You Feel the Jamba? -- asking New Yorkers if Jamba Juice shops in the Big Apple was a huge stretch... Did New Yorkers freezing their asses off really want to get a Peach Pleasure or a Coldbuster to refresh their taste buds?

Meanwhile, I see that the wags over at Gawker have taken another cliched shot at our swirling metropolis, claiming that the Ugg trend has recently hit L.A. after drifting in westward from the Lower East Side. This is no doubt a reference to a recent spate of Ugg cameraphone pics that have dotted some of the L.A. blogs lately.