I've been thinking lately about starting a vlog channel, mainly for posterity, so that in many years I can come back and watch this and laugh at myself and remember the good times. The problem is, I can't take myself seriously at all. Despite plans I make for making a video about outfits, a week in the life, high school senior advice, etc., I just can't imagine myself along in my room talking to a camera, and then having to listen to my own voice over and over when I edit it, and then having to release that to the world and let everyone see it... it makes me want to cringe. Still, as long as I don't take myself seriously I think it could work. I'll start slow. I'm also putting in quite minimal effort because I'm too busy to fret about whether or not my videos are perfect.
My first video was made with the iMovie app on my iPad, which is how I plan to make all my videos since I don't want to pay for, or learn, or torrent, Final Cut Pro. Thing is, iMovie is already really inflexible, but the app is worse. For the graphics I had to use a drawing app called Paper 53.
I hope this becomes a thing. But I probably won't be uploading another video until after first year is over.
Some rules I'm setting myself for videos:
- No videos longer than 10 minutes.
- Try to keep videos shorter than 5 minutes.
- No random music that fades in and out during montages. (This montage only has the natural sounds, and although it makes it a bit harder, I think it's a lot better.)
- If I do use music, it needs to be tasteful. No techno/EDM that never fits the video itself.
- No taking myself seriously
So this video was about the mountains. My friend Odelia is a visiting student in Oxford from the US, and she's been spending this holiday travelling around Europe by herself. She came to Switzerland and stayed at my house for a few days.
On Saturday, I took her to Interlaken. There really wasn't much to see (we'd decided not to try going to the Jungfrau because of how little time we had) so we just walked around. We took the classic Swiss yellow-signed footpath all the way to Bönigen, a town that overlooks Briez, the lake to the right of Interlaken. It was calm and quiet, and there were women doing rowing training sessions on the impossibly blue water. Some people whizzed past on their bikes, and an old lady was walking her dog. We stood by the lake on a pebbled beach and tried skipping rocks – I actually managed to skip a rock for the first time in my life. We'd planned to eat in Bönigen, but the restaurant was way too expensive, so we hopped onto the Postbus and went back to Interlaken. The Korean restaurant we ate at was pretty gross, though, so we topped up our stomachs at a bakery and had slices of cake. We sat there for hours, talking about mental illness, democracy, racism, making friends. It was one of those really long and satisfying conversations, and I felt really good about it afterwards.
We walked around a bit more, checking out a town called Matten to the south of Interlaken that looked busy on Google Maps. Turned out all the streets were residential. We strolled through the tiny village, saw a couple of really modern churches (one Evangelical/Methodist church looked like it was literally one of those big shipping containers that had been painted white, installed with a couple of windows, and adapted into a church. The other one had a normal-looking building, but it had this big white block next to it with a spike attached to the top - a bell tower? It had kept the very traditional Swiss church roof spike, but the rest of the structure was totally new and minimalistic. Both of those buildings were so fascinating to me.) It had gotten really hot, and we were sweating. Then we returned and got on the train back.
The train from Interlaken to Spiez contained a couple of middle aged men of that annoying, entitled variety where they will speak and joke around with you for no reason other than their own entertainment. I tried to stay good-natured, thinking, actually, about what the very extroverted and easysgoing Damon and Jo would do, which is laugh, smile, and joke with them. But they kept speaking to us in German and trying to ask questions. I said enough to humor them but they were irritating. Every time I did anything, like drink water or take out a book to tell Odelia about it, they would comment on it. They kept asking me where we were from, which I don't appreciate for various reasons, so I just said "Genf", but they didn't believe me. Thank God the trip was only 20 minutes long, so we got off for our next connection soon after. I know I'm trying to be more positive these days, but I've never really been big on having conversations with strangers.
I did observe a stranger on the next train though (Spiez-Bern). It was a teenage girl wearing a very trendy outfit including a pair of Nike Air Max 97s, which I find disgusting (I've never understood why people will drop large amounts of money for shoes that are on trend, considering they'll be out of fashion and unwearable within the year), but you know, to each their own. She looked cool. I watched as she took another pair of shoes out of her backpack, sneakers whose color matched her sweater exactly, and started putting their laces back in. I wondered what her story was. Out of the few things she'd brought with her, why was there an extra pair of shoes? Why was she relacing them while putting them on top of her bag - was she not scared of the dirt? They didn't look new: in fact they had some brown stains on them. I concluded that she'd gone somewhere for an overnight trip (without planning an outfit change between the two days) and had spilled coffee on her shoes. She'd then put on a second pair of shoes – either newly bought or borrowed (because why would she bring an extra pair... plus they don't match her outfit as well as the original pair) and washed the dirty shoes. They'd dried and she was relacing them, but had been unable to completely get rid of the stains.
After she was done with the sneaker, she took out her phone and went on Instagram. She went on someone's profile and repeatedly went through their story to watch the same picture over and over again. I wondered what she was thinking about.
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