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Transit Tunes: Six Songs to Celebrate Trains

A playlist for your next train ride

I wish I took more trains. I know it's faster to fly or cheaper to drive, but I really like that any mood is appropriate on a train—you can miss the place you're leaving and anticipate your destination in equal parts. That's what these songs do, too.

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Transit Tunes: Songs to Celebrate Feet

Celebrate your most reliable transit mechanism -- your feet -- with this handy playlist.

When all else fails, we can travel the oldest of old-fashioned ways: By foot. Almost every route involves at least a few steps. And the feeling of facing the wind—whether standing in the middle of a crosswalk or atop a mountain—is awesome. That's probably why we found so many songs about walking, past every point, on any given journey.

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It's been difficult to escape the discussion of the IRS treatment of Tea Party-related organizations lobbying for tax-exempt status. Unlike Benghazi-Gate, it's a scandal worth its salt. It's got all the elements of a classic political screw-up: serious misuse of authority, ill-intentioned bureaucrats, and another reason to suspect a government institution of conspiring against you.

Here are 8 other political scandals that had the White House press corps salivating:

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Why I Still Don't Need (Or Want) a Car in L.A.

I've lived in L.A. for three years, and I still don't own, need, or really want a car. It can be done.


I started this post on the 217 in Mid-City Los Angeles on my way to work. Even my fellow Angelenos might not realize that number doesn't represent a freeway, since most three-digit numbers here do. Instead, it's a bus line. I take it to and from my office twice a week, the same way I've navigated L.A. for the three years I've lived here.

I would probably do the same in any city. I carried a TAP card in the days of paper tickets and boarded the Expo line on its opening day in 2012. Sometimes I subtly shame friends for wasting gas to drive to one another's apartments, because we're all in college and live at most two miles from one another. But my friends unfailingly reply to my jabs with some version of, "Come on, this is Los Angeles. I'd take public transit in a second if we were in ______," which they fill with Chicago, San Francisco, or Boston.

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