We apologize for not getting around to this week's print papers earlier. We were so excited by that we rolled up all our copies of the Weekly to use as Nat Ford swatters. (The Guardian's paper stock is also ideal for making spitballs to shoot during press conferences.) With the warm weather, it seems the transients have surrendered their printed-upon blankets and we managed to dig up a couple copies...

SFWeekly: On the cover this week, SFWeekly puts street artist Jeremy Novy's anonymity in danger. Even if you don't know his name, you've undoubtedly seen Novy's work. He's responsible for the colorful Koi fish you see stenciled around town. Regulars at the Stud in SoMa might be even more intimately familiar with the artist — a stylized version of Jeremy's reproductive organ is stenciled throughout the bar's interior. And speaking of endowments, Novy received some indirect funding from the National Endowment for the Arts for the "A History of Queer Street Art" show he curated at SOMArts. (It runs until next weekend, June 25th, if you're interested.)

Of course, there's a larger point to all this - Novy and other queer street artists are pushing their work in to the mainstream. Although most street art these days (not "tagging", mind you) seems to be an alternative route in to gallery shows and museum exhibitions, Novy and others like B A Homo and Homo Riot feel their work is fighting homophobia. Even if you doubt the impact illegal stencil paintings on billboards can have on general public opinion, there's no denying that the straight dude dominated street art scene tends to feature a lot of T&A.

In Food, Jesse Hirsch confirms in print what we've been hearing a lot lately: that Mission Cheese has "stinky service" (headline puns!). The Valencia street fromage mongers have a lot of nicely cultured cheeses and cheese-related items to choose from, but the service hasn't aged as the shop decides whether it wants to be a market, a cafe or a restaurant.

In music, Ian Port goes inside Mission recording studio Different Fur. The studio, which has seen legends like Stevie Wonder, David Byrne and Neil Young come through in the past is experiencing something of a renaissance with the latest wave of Bay Area musicians like Berkeley indie poppers The Morning Benders and Wisconsinites-cum-San Franciscans A B and the Sea. It also doesn't hurt that the supremely blog-friendly video artists at Yours Truly have been filming and posting cleanly shot raw sessions from inside the studio.

Also in the print edition, you'll get an 8-page Pride Guide which features two very young-looking girls on the cover and five pages of advertisements. There is also a handy map of where the bathrooms will be.

Over at the Guardian they're getting political. The cover story, "Chiu's Choice" is a sprawling 9 pages (on the Internet), but if you're new in town the first page has a handy crash course in San Francisco politics since 2000. Former Supervisor Aaron Peskin sums up Chiu's current problem: "In an sense," Peskin said, "he's a man without a country."

From there it flashes back to Chiu's origin story: Who is he? Where did he come from? Which Chinatown power broker and/or tiger mom put him there? Etc, etc. It starts with a portrait of Chui in college, if that give you any idea of the piece's scope. The piece leans towards the progressives who feel betrayed by Chiu's recent slide towards the middle and by page 5 it pretty much turns in to a Daly-stroking progressive handwringing session. All this talk about a cozy consensus on the board is actually just a cover for the powerful folks who are actually in charge. Progressive ideals require struggle and conflict, so a friendly board can't really be a progressive board. It only takes 7 pages for Rebecca Bow and Steven Jones to work in the Rose Pak cameo.

In other opinions and editorial: Tim Redmond tackles the selling off of the Deptarment of Rec and Parks while Saul Bloom opines on the unanimous Treasure Island vote.

In Arts, the SFBG runs through the Frameline festival where Shut Up, Little Man! returns with it's former-Lower Haight-resident filmmakers, some musicals sing out and there's generally a lot of Bay Area filmmaking talent.

In Food, Reidinger goes upscale at Alexander's Steakhouse. The tagline on that one sums up the Willie Brown-favorite better than anything: "Straddling the culinary poles of France and Japan, this Brannan Street vault still delivers for fans of American red meat." Bravo, Bay Guardian. You've still got it.

In Music, Michael Krimper picks up the leftovers of Tyler, the Creator who has already been chewed up, spit out and stuck under the desk of the music blog world.

Finally, in the East Bay, the Express checks out Frameline from a trans perspective. There's also this delightful piece from Bailey Pennick on a 23-year-old instructor of Scotch Whiskey appreciation. His name is Fionnan O'Conner (of course it is) and he teaches Scotch lessons at high-end cocktailiers like Bourbon & Branch. The youthful dram drinker hopes to make the Bay Area a mecca of whiskey (yes please!) by creating our own distinct, local whiskeys. The problem: micro-distillers can't sell their product directly to drinkers like say, a Napa winery. So the kid's got a long fight in front of him to make his dream a reality. At least he's got a drink in hand.