Oh, Great Depression, if there's another silver lining to you murdering all our expense accounts, putting our homies out of legit work, instilling unspeakable fear in those of us who didn't follow Jesus into carpentry, it's the hope that you will bless us with a veritable street-cult renaissance, one that isn't founded entirely on $300 wack-ass hoodies or vodka ads masquerading as getting up. No, we don't wanna getting robbed on the train neither. But can we at least get some sweet street pieces out of this mess? Postering a BQE-side Capital One ad with Alan Greenspan is a fine display of activist anger, but let's move on to some real shit now, yknowwhatimsayin?

At least they're not shaming their kitties. Oh yeah, can someone get the Wooster folks on a panel so we can figure out if this is street art? [Via the Chicago Tribune]

Scratcher, East Village, womens' room

Yes, grassroots campaigning for the 2008 Presidential election is only going to snowball for the next year and a half. So while it isn't so weird to be finding various Obama-related tags around New York, it really is weird is that we've ONLY SEEN HIS NAME WRITTEN IN THE BATHROOM. Our dirty mind has plenty of theories about why people (women in the above case) would be meditating on Obama behind closed barroom doors. But aside from the salacious explanations, we think this is (awesomely) crazy so early in the game. If his name was something pervy like "Bush," perhaps we'd et how this happened so quickly. But last time we checked, Obama wasn't slang for anything—oh wait. Guess it is: pot and various means of scoring. Yeesh. Anyone know if New York ladies were toilet-tagging "Clinton" in April 1995? And what people did back then without the Urban Dictionary?

Club Midway, bathroom