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Saturday, February 22nd, 2014
3 years, 3 months.
There is now an official word for the kind of pictures we’ve often taken together and put on Facebook…
A couplie is a type of self-portrait photograph, typically taken with a hand-held digital camera or camera phone, featuring two people; as opposed to just one person, which would be a selfie.
I have mentioned before, that since having you, I seldom get my picture made by anyone (including myself) if I’m the only one in the picture.
Most of the time, if I post a new picture that would have been a selfie, I take a picture of both of us instead.
Couplies are the new selfies.
Who needs to see a self-taken picture of a married, 32 year-old dad on Facebook? No one.
Who needs to see a self-taken picture of a married, 32 year-old dude with his cute 3 year-old son on Facebook? Well, now, that’s a whole different story…
Therefore, I’m familiar with taking couplies- sometimes with Mommy, but mainly with you. In fact, I went back through every picture I’ve ever taken in the history of The Dadabase, so I could make a collage of some of our couplies.
Then, I put a logo for “Nick Shell’s Couplies Photography,” as if I was promoting a legitimate business for taking selfies. (The font I used didn’t have an apostrophe… I promise I didn’t make a typo.) However, I’m not sure anyone on Facebook got the joke, though…
The main reason I like couplies with you is because I think it’s cool to see the growing resemblance between the two of us.
Granted, your lighter skin tone and blue eyes will always set us apart, but I love how each time we take a new couplie, I see the “father-and-son-ness” more and more.
I made this special “couplie collage” for us, as if the term “couplie” wasn’t already annoying enough.
Which, speaking of, both the words “selfies” and “couplies” greatly annoy me- and I assume the word “grouplies” is also on its way into social media/pop culture usage.
But if couplies is the word I have to use to document this fad in my time capsule to you.
And so we will continue infiltrating peoples’ Facebook and Twitter feeds with our couplies. If we really want to be cool, though- we would take a couplie while making duck faces.
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Monday, November 11th, 2013
2 years, 11 months.
At the risk of coming across as a “selfie” pic obsessed guy, I’m delivering what I promised to you yesterday (more pictures of my trip) in my letter entitled, “Say Nice Things About Detroit.”
You know my general rule; I basically refuse to have my picture taken these days unless you and/or Mommy is in it with me. It just seems weird for a 32 year-old dad to be taking pictures of himself and posting them on the Internet…
But a picture of myself is justified when taken with my family.
Unless… I happened to be on a scavenger hunt hosted by OnStar and Buick, where in order to get credit for each event, I needed my picture taken with the OnStar logo to prove I was actually there, then Tweet it to the judges of the competition…
In that case, I guess I look less weird… or maybe it’s just my excuse this time.
So for the scavenger hunt, the dozen or so of us bloggers needed to pair up, and then hop in either a Buick Regal or Lacrosse, and accomplish as many tasks as we safely (and legally) could within the following two hours. Each task was worth an appropriate amount of points, based on difficulty.
It was only natural that the two dad bloggers teamed up. So my buddy was Fred Goodall of the blog, Mocha Dad. We named ourselves, “Team Dad.”
Fred was clever enough to think, “Let’s just do the challenges that are worth the most points first, then worry about the other ones if we have time.”
So we did.
Given that Fred has a smart phone and I don’t, I became the driver and Fred became the navigator and researcher. It helped tremendously that our Buick had OnStar on it, so I just pressed the button each time I had a new destination, and the friendly person on the other line helped me figure out which place I was trying to go, then instantly sent the directions to the built-in GPS.
It was all a blur at the time- and it still is. Actually, all you or I have to really go on are these pictures.
So appparently, Fred and I had to do our impression of the Detroit Tiger statue. And then I blocked in a competitors’ Buick while they were getting their picture made with it.
I ended up at Fisher Theatre where Mamma Mia! was evidently the answers to one of the clues.
How did “Team Dad” know the answer to that trivia question? We happened to see “Team Mom” take their picture with the poster… that’s how!
Then there was our visit to the all new Whole Foods in Detroit, where I first learned the slogan, “Say Nice Things About Detroit.” We picked up some organic food (untainted by Monsanto) then donated it to Gleaners Community Food Bank.
No, we didn’t win the scavenger hunt.
But I know we had a lot of fun driving in our classy ride across Motor City, doing random stuff a dad doesn’t normally get to do.
Most of all, I loved getting to discover the real Detroit (not the version reported by media).
Sure, along the way, I saw the “burned out buildings,” but they were alongside new ones; with growing new businesses.
It sort of reminded me of a baptism by fire- the new life is growing where the old one has faded away.
And perhaps accidently, the folks at GM and Buick used the journey of this scavenger hunt to show me the journey that Detroit is undergoing.
I’m so serious. I proudly stand behind Detroit.
Before this trip, I just didn’t realize what was actually going on- that in reality, Detroit is rebuilding, not crumbling.
Yesterday I changed my Facebook banner to the picture of the “Say Nice Things About Detroit” mural.
Something I am very passionate about is seeing a group of hardworking people overcome hard times.
That’s literally what’s happening right now in Detroit. And since the mainstream media isn’t willing to present the real news story, I am.
P.S. A special thanks to my fellow dad blogger and the other member of “Team Dad,” Fred Goodall, of Mocha Dad for taking the pictures of our scavenger hunt.
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Tuesday, October 22nd, 2013
2 years, 11 months.
Sunday night, Mommy scrolled through the pictures on my personal Facebook page going back all the way to March 2005, when I first joined the social media website.
After doing so, she remarked, “Your Facebook pictures have obviously become a lot more mature since we got married and especially since Jack was born.”
She’s totally right.
I haven’t gone through the trouble of removing them yet, but at the time of writing this letter to you, there were still quite a few pictures of me posing for purposely stupid pictures.
Like the one where I am inmpersonating a pro-wrestler, with my shirt off, standing in front of a huge British flag.
Oh, and my hair is down to my chin.
Then there’s the one where I’m mocking the year 1976 where I have the same long hair, accompanied by a creeper mustache and an unbuttoned silky shirt.
And don’t forget the entire picture folder which contains several shots of me in Mr. Potato Head pajama pants pretending to fall down a flight of stairs.
Completely stupid, but at least on purpose.
But in the year 2005, I was a single, 24 year-old dude. That’s the kind of stuff I could put on Facebook and easily get away with.
Of course, back in those days, the only people were who my Facebook friends were people I knew from college and expected my deadpan sense of humor.
These days, everyone’s on Facebook- including semi-distant relatives, my former elementary school teachers, and church staff.
I can’t get away with being that goofy like I used to. It confuses people. I’ve learned irony, sarcasm, and dark comedy don’t quite translate on Facebook like they did when I was 24.
Even over the recent past several months, I have totally toned down my Facebook behavior in general.
It used to be that I would post fake status updates to see who would think I was serious. Turns out, more people did than I realized…
It used to be that I was more opinionated, but I realized it actually divided people and that’s not something I want to be known for.
So needless to say, my Facebook lifestyle has evolved.
I’m not saying I never have fun on it anymore, but considering that posting pictures of Mommy and me pretending to eat giant M&M’s at the Louisville Zoo are the new “crazy” pictures, I’d say I’ve defintely matured since the days of the long-haired guy posing in Mr. Potato Head pajama pants.
Now, my general rule for posting a picture of myself on Facebook is that you have to be in it too. “Selfie” shots now include you and/or Mommy.
I’m growing up, Son.
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