I’ve left the Mission the last ten days in a row, indicating that I’m having a mid-twenties hipster crisis.  But, ignoring the implications of this new-found inner-city transience, it has been hella good for the street art.  Case and point: Art Fart.  There is a solid half dozen of these badboys all over Howard and 9th.  Felt like something I would carve into my desk in elementary school.  So revival.