The New York Times may be charging to read their web content now, but the Weeklies are still free, in print or online, because who'd actually pay money for that shiz? And even better than either is our weekly online summary, which contains neither ink nor a terribly long litany of words. Enjoy.

SF Weekly

The staff at the Weekly is cranking on their Best of SF issue right about now, so it stands to reason they'd be punting until then. This week we have, instead of a cover article, a group of short narratives about single people in SF in their 20s and 30s who have no luck in love. Because guess what! No one wants to get attached here, or at least that's the generalization we're operating under (because we and the Census would argue that increasingly, in every major city, you're going to find a lot of unmarried people, but we digress... Only in SF!!). It's a relatively lame piece with a single token gay story (about a white guy who picks up a gangbanger at Esta Noche, takes him home to Norteno territory for a one-night-stand, and wonders why he never hears from him again), and only one actually amusing bit: Mission hipster is volunteering at 826 Valencia... he's too cool and anti-pop-culture to have ever heard of Zooey Deschanel, or so he says, but he's kind of stoked when she drops by one day. Then she keeps on dropping by and chatting him up, strangely, and they go on a date and end up in bed. But oh, then he figures out later, the girl who kept dropping by was just some Mission chick who looked like Zooey Deschanel, and he was hoodwinked. Ah, Mission life...

Then we have another Bouncer column from Katy St. Clair in which she visits local bastion of Tiki-dom, Smuggler's Cove. She seems not to know what she was getting into, and doesn't delve too deeply into the 80-drink-long menu. But alas, she also thinks the Tiki revival belonged to the 1990s -- but that was really just a Tiki/lounge music revival, are we wrong?