With lines like "should we just hope that teens are too broke for this weak coke," Charles M. Blow holds a mirror to society's face, week in and week out. He's dope. [Times]

You know how newspapers write obits on people long before they die? Usually it leads to hilarious screw-ups when it gets sent to the web early. But today's New York Times rembrance of Sunny von Bülow (a good a candidate as any for an advance obit given she was in a coma since 1980) briefly had a very different kind of error, running a very non-Timesian byline "ENNEMY." (Says the tipster who spotted this: "The final insult to Sunny. Her obit was written by a member of eminem's posse.") When it was corrected, the actual byline turned out to be Enid Nemy, a feature writer who started at the paper in 1963 and retired around 2002.

The Village Voice's annual "Best of New York City" issue is out today, and their suggestions include the expected: the best bookstore "that's not The Strand" (Alabaster on 4th); the tortured: "Best place for my mom to cruise for young gay men" (The Container Store? Bleary midnight headline session maybe?); and the inspired: "Best straight-headed ho" (The Reverend Al Sharpton). New York landmarks like Brian Lehrer, Fanelli's and the Staten Island Ferry make appearances and the Voice does us a favor by pointing us in the direction of the city's best Irish bartender. Curiously missing, however, are attached bylines, which ran in last year's Best Of—and, we hear, were meant to run this year as well.

Okay, so maybe they're not quite invading, but there sure seem to be a lot of them in this week's issue. First there's Dana Goodyear on page 28 with a short piece on Liza Dalby's East Wind Melts the Ice. Then Louisa Thomas, who appears to be an editorial assistant to David Remnick, chimes in six pages later on Cristina Garcia's A Handbook to Luck. Finally, Harvard Med School professor/New Yorker medicine man Jerome Groopman closes out the issue with a back-page essay about how doctors should be reading Tolstoy, Turgenev, Philip Roth, and Rhonda Byrne.

Today's Observer calls attention to Times metro reporter Sewell Chan's signal accomplishment of the last year: 422 bylines, nearly 100 more than his closest competitor and more than twice the total for most other reporters. What we can't quite decide is whether Gabe Sherman's piece is designed to celebrate Chan's accomplishment or to demonstrate his insufferability. We suspect the goal was the former, but we're pretty hung up on the latter. To wit:

Times Magazine contributing writer James Traub — upper-middle-brow author of books on Times Square and City College and innumerable articles about Rudy Giuliani — has even greater range than we all thought: Seems he's a metal fan, too.

Last January, the Observer conscientiously explained a potentially confusing bit of Times bylinology: Patrick D. Healey, then of the Albany bureau, was an accomplished recruit from The Boston Globe, where he'd been known simply as Patrick Healy; Patrick O'Gilfoil Healy was a recent grad in the intermediate-reporting program who in college had also been known simply as Patrick Healy. They were not the same person, nor were they related. (To further complicate matters: The latter is apparently known conversationally as Jack, which is his real first name.) But the point was that with this surfeit of Pat Healys, no one at the Times had the byline Patrick Healy.

It's unlike Sunday Styles to actually contain some news you can news — as opposed to news that is utterly impractical and useless, and which you love to hate or hate to love. But yesterday the Times reporter formerly known as Jodi Wilgoren finally explained everything: