I was just talking with a fellow ex-Bostonian about how kinda miss the sports passion in Boston, even though we don’t particularly give a fuck about sports ourselves.  Watching some dumb-fuck wearing a Yankees cap get savaged by 5 drunk Irish bros after the Red Sox lose is goddamn life changing experience.  1) fights are addictive to watch and people in SF are weak off the heroin and only talk shit rather than do innovative things with with metal objects, 2) Irish people, powered by Jameson and Catholicism, don’t fuck around and, 3) it’s a fitted baseball cap?  But really, it would be fun if SF 1906ed whenever a team actually won a game.

For those of you into the defacing of other people’s property as much as me, you should get down to Mission Street @ 7th, where there is quite a good exhibition on display. All that, and you get the added bonus of the mammoth, good from all angles Federal Building across the street.

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.