Ho yeah, it's another Wednesday of sorting through the weeklies for your summary-loving pleasure.

And we kick off with SF Weekly, whose cover story by Peter Jamison this week touches back on the whole Deborah Madden crime lab debacle, except with the new angle being that poor Debbie and her coke-skimming was and is the least of the lab's problems. "As troubling as [Madden's] actions were, they may have distracted public attention from more consequential shortcomings elsewhere in the crime lab, which continues to operate despite the shuttering of the drug unit. Unlike the Madden affair, which for the most part tainted minor narcotics-possession cases, these mistakes could have significant implications for rapes and murders, and raise questions about the ethical conduct of the district attorney's office in its approach to forensic evidence." The story goes on, for seven internet pages, getting into the specifics of some egregious-sounding DNA sample mix-ups, and leaves us wondering WTF is up with the SFPD.

Also of note: a very handy and comprehensive guide to stuff going on on New Year's, which you should probably be figuring out right about now.

Then there's a decidedly non-SF report about abuses by border patrol guards against immigrants; a lovely though perhaps years-late piece extolling the virtues of the vaporizer for avoiding bronchitis as a frequent pot smoker; and a piece about how Tom Ammiano doesn't really want to be mayor anymore, and the progressives are very sad about this.

Arts: There's a review of the new photography show, "Exposed," at SF MOMA.

Food: Kauffman files a dual review of Grub on Valencia, and Citizen's Band on Folsom, calling the former a "mishmash" with a sometimes respectable burger, and the latter "personal, considered, and consistent."