I think Ryan’s a decent coach. But you know what? Even if I thought he sucked, I’m pretty sure I’d want him coaching the Jets for life. We do this for fun. Call me when there’s any evidence Bill Cowher’s got a tattoo of his wife wearing a Kordell Stewart jersey.
Longtime readers might remember this classic Embarrassing Photo of Cole Hamels, in which our man is playing with a dolphin. Dolphins are sweet and I don’t think there’s anything particularly embarrassing about playing with them, but for whatever reason this feels like it qualifies for the archive. From the Internet’s second best website, ColeHamels.com:
Remember when I noted that every photo Jordany Valdespin has tweeted has been a photo of Jordany Valdespin? It turns out he’s way more prolific but no more diverse on Instagram. He has instagrammed 88 photos, and 75 of them have been of himself — most of them alone, posing. It’s like Jordany Valdespin is curating his own archive of embarrassing photos of Jordany Valdespin:
Last night’s 12.12.12 benefit concert for Sandy relief featured some great music, some less-great music, some heartwarming and heartbreaking moments, and a bunch of odd fashion choices. Obviously I mean no disrespect to those who gave their time to charity last night, all of whom have accomplished way more than I ever will in anything, or the cause itself. It’s just…
Roger Daltrey’s exposed nipples:
Roger Daltrey’s in pretty good shape for a 68-year-old man, which is to say that he should still never go shirtless in public. Also, it’s strange that Daltrey and Pete Townshend still call themselves The Who when they’re playing without two original members. Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr aren’t about to start touring as The Beatles, I promise you that.
Bon Jovi’s turtleneck:
In his old age, Bon Jovi looks a little like a very straightlaced and lame version of David Bowie, playing much worse music.
I usually like Quentin Tarantino’s movies up until the part when Quentin Tarantino shows up in them. He always seems like the kind of guy who’d wear a Wu Wear sweatshirt and Kangol hat to introduce Paul McCartney. Really psyched to see Django Unchained, though. Movie looks awesome.
Finally, and most importantly:
Kanye West’s leather skirt:
This is really conflicting. I have long fantasized about a world in which it’d be more socially appropriate for men to wear skirts, and Kanye West is the type of cultural tastemaker the manskirt movement could really use in its corner. But his skirt appears to be leather and he seems to be wearing leather pants under the skirt, both of which run totally counter to the whole point of wearing skirts. How sweaty must Kanye have been, performing under so many hot lights and so much leather? Kanye, if you’re reading this: Cotton. Go for cotton next time. It breathes with the body.
Also, I can’t think of Kanye West anymore without thinking of Aziz Ansari’s cousin Darwish. Language NSFW:
I don’t know how I’ve missed this until now, but thanks to Michael Donato for the heads up: This Tumblr posts a different image of Mr. Met every day to reflect the illustrator’s mood or something that happened to him. I’ve spent the last half hour working my way through the archives. It’s pretty awesome, though some of them may be disturbing for small children sensitive to Mr. Met’s brand identity or whatever.
If you’ve only got time to look at one set of pretty and mystifying pictures today, I recommend this article, about the rolling stones of Racetrack Playa in Death Valley, California.
Though no one has ever seen it happen, the stones — many of them upwards of 25 pounds — sometimes move on their own in the night, leaving behind them trails in the sand as long as 1,500 feet. The article’s got a bunch of pictures and some possible explanations.