The Rise of Vlogging

I’m very proud to have kept my blog going for over twenty years. I think I’ve said here before that I see it as my primary output as a writer, recording my thoughts, observations and experiences from day to day. I started blogging when blogging was more or less in its infancy, and still primarily a practice confined to writing. Internet users had to visit your blog to read what you had written.

These days, however, the online landscape is very different. Vlogging on websites like YouTube seems to have exploded, and is probably now bigger than straightforward blogging ever was. I hardly spend any time on YouTube without encountering a vlogger; that is, a person expressing their thoughts and reflections directly into a camera, or filming something that they want to express to viewers.

This evolution of blogging interests me. It is, at the same time, an extension of blogging in that internet users are expressing their thoughts to other internet users; and also fundamentally different from it.

Blogging can be seen as a form of writing; and writing is an art, as it always has been. It takes a certain amount of skill to construct sentences and write them down to form a coherent statement. Obviously some entries take more effort and skill than others, but on the whole I try to put at least a little thought into what I write here. Vlogging, on the other hand, seems to now be more a matter of pointing a camera and pressing record. 

There will naturally be advantages and disadvantages to this, and it isn’t my intention to sound too negative. While I have continued to express myself through writing as I cannot physically use cameras or speak clearly enough, vlogging has obviously made expressing yourself on the web much more accessible. For most people using a webcam or camera phone is much easier, quicker and simpler than sitting down and writing something. You could even say it was a step towards the democratisation of blogging and online expression, as such a simplification allows a more diverse range of views to be expressed.

However, I’m starting to fear that that very opening up has meant far more reactionary, less thought through opinions are now being broadcast. Vlogging is simply a matter of speaking into a camera and uploading the results to huge websites like YouTube, meaning that anyone can record anything they like and it will be available to the same audience as any other online video. I am thus now coming across far more reactionary, less educated or nuanced views online. Whereas a blog entry, like any piece of writing, can be drafted and redrafted, resulting in a more refined end product, the videos I now come across are far rougher and unedited: someone has simply spewed a stream of right wing bile into a camera and put it online for all to see without a second’s worth of real consideration. Such spewings are becoming more and more reactionary, deranged and intolerant, as vloggers vie to attract attention. And because of YouTube’s search algorithms, the chances are it will reach a far bigger audience than anything I write here!

A lot of what is uploaded to YouTube these days is absolutely outstanding, and I’m seeing more and more pieces of very refined, technical filmic art. There are thousands of highly skilled, intelligent filmmakers on YouTube. They all naturally have a right to express their own points of view, whatever they may be. Yet alongside them are an increasing number of talentless hacks with absolutely no technical skill, uploading whatever reactionary right wing bile they like and demanding it receives the same attention as anything else. Websites like YouTube have certainly opened up and diversified public discourse; but in so doing it has encouraged a lot of bigoted, uneducated voices to be raised out of the rotting rhetorical cesspit that they would have been confined to before now.

An Unpleasant – Yet Very Lucky – Evening

I think it’s fair to say that I had a very lucky escape yesterday. To be honest I was in two minds about recording what happened yesterday afternoon here as it’s just too depressing, but I suppose a blog entry is a blog entry. I was out and about once again, this time on quite a long trundle through Bexleyheath heading up towards the river. Spring is coming, so I’m becoming eager to go out and explore a bit more.

The thing is, I have gone on quite a few long trundles recently , and it has probably had an impact on my powerchair battery. I was heading for Abbey Wood in order to get the Elizabeth line back to Woolwich and then a bus home, when I noticed my battery dropping quite rapidly. Of course I knew I needed to get back as swiftly as possible, but to be honest I felt a tingle of panic.

It took me ages to find the Elizabeth Line station, but luckily I managed to get onto a train. I traveled the single stop to Woolwich and got off the train. I was heading along the platform towards the lift, when suddenly my powerchair cut out completely: it turned off and wouldn’t turn on again.

I was obviously in deep shit. Luckily there was a member of TfL staff nearby so I got her attention and explained the problem. The staff took my chair out of drive and pushed me up to the station entrance hall. The staff were very, very kind, doing what they could to help. First they tried calling a taxi to take me home, but rather ridiculously my powerchair wouldn’t fit.

What followed was a very long, stressful evening spent in the Woolwich Elizabeth Line station. The staff did what they could to help me, giving me drinks of water and offering to get me things to eat. As hungry as I was by then however, I didn’t want to risk getting myself too messy, and as there wasn’t a table nearby to put any food on I thought I better not try to eat anything. I tried contacting people like Dom on my iPad without luck. Eventually they dialled 111 for an ambulance to take me back to Eltham.

By the time it came I had spent about two hours at the station, unable to go anywhere. To be honest watching the evening commuters go in and out was fairly interesting, and I think it’s fair to say that London’s newest tube line is being well used. Even so, it was a highly stressful, unpleasant couple of hours waiting for the ambulance.

Thank fuck it eventually arrived. By then it was half past eight and I had spent about three hours at the station. I felt tired and irritable. Luckily the trip home was swift, but when I got back here the zarking chair refused to charge. Who knows what is up with it, but I have emailed my usual wheelchair maintenance guy.

In short yesterday was a horrible day; the kind of day I would rather just forget. At the same time I was incredibly lucky: if my chair had conked out anywhere else things would have been a thousand times worse. At the station there were people around who could help. If I had been, say, in a park or going along the path by the river, I would have been in serious, serious trouble. In all, then, I had a bloody lucky escape, and so it is worth recording. Even so, some days rule and some days suck: yesterday was emphatically the latter.