This was my final project for a documentary class and is on IMDb.
In my rush to make the transition to YouTube I failed to save all of my vlog's original thumbnails but was able to recover all but seven of them, which isn't too much of a loss. I decided not to re-upload my first 30 vlogs out of embarrassment, so these posts contain their original thumbnails instead of embedded videos. I guess having all my vlogs deleted is a reminder that I need to focus on creating videos with all-original content, but this would alter the way I make them (which isn't necessarily a bad thing).
While there might not be much of a point in re-uploading videos that probably no one cares to see, I spent a lot of time and put a ton of passion and care into my video blogs, so I want them to stay available for anyone who might want to watch them. Although the future of my vlog remains unclear, I intend to keep my videos playable for as long as I can, for they, besides my memories, are the only reminders I have of things I am already starting to forget.
While I ride MARTA or am hanging out with friends, I still think silently to myself "that would make a great shot!," only now it never seems to get captured, let alone uploaded.
I am not quite sure what happened. Maybe it was the influx of online videos and the proliferation of YouTube, the "everyone is doing it, so it's not cool anymore" phenomenon that made me quit capturing my precious video clips.
I managed to ostracize myself from the vlogging community, and I am certainly regretful of that. I am sorry to my (as of now nine) subscribers, and mostly to myself. I got out of the habit of recording small segments of my life and sharing them with you all, and I doubt I will ever be able to resurrect this video blog to its former "glory."
I am pursuing a degree in Film and Video at Georgia State University, however, it seems to be sucking from me all of my video-making passion, my urge to find that one-of-a-kind camera angle, that rush I used to get when I would share unique never-before-seen occurrences.
I am blaming a university, when I should be blaming myself. I let that thrill die, that fragile spark disappear. I hope that I can somehow get that back, for if not, I have lost an innate part of my being, one that I would be saddened to see, after all these posts, vanish.