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Health, Housing, Clothes

I have earlier today deleted my two accounts on the White supremacist platform formerly known as Twitter. Hi, Elon, we are not friends, FYI, just in case you or anyone else was wondering about that.

Insert bullshit justification like "This is an ode to my late, great mother who grew up in Germany during WW2 and its aftermath." a la the poem that boils down to "I said nothing when they came for other groups because I wasn't one of them. By the time they came for me, there was no one left to speak."

Whatever reason you want to believe: Fuck Elon Musk and the horse he rode in on. 

The title of this piece is a blurb from one of those two deactivated accounts. It's the only thing I care to keep from it.

I also recently removed at least a dozen blogs of mine, many of which had six or fewer posts. Some pieces got moved to eclogiselle.com, my placemaking/urban planning/community development site that has recently languished.

I'm on my own. I don't have an agent or PR person or whatever. I have been throwing stuff at a wall for years and seeing what sticks. I'm now trying to extract and consolidate some things I like and dump the rest.

Eclogiselle is nominally the "housing" part of that Health, Housing, Clothes blurb that was a stab at trying to help me focus my efforts and also communicate in a nutshell what I'm all about to the world.

I currently have a pipe dream where my clean and sober self who has only once took a toke under social pressure but nonetheless I must be high on SOMETHING that I think I can launch my own clothing line. Maybe I'm high on life as they say.

No, probably not.

Anyway, it links out to other clothing sites and subreddits of mine and is the clothing part of that blurb, I guess: November West Wears.

But my health site is currently on hiatus because I feel it's a giant fucking liability with zero fucking upside for ME and ALSO I don't know where things like my parenting site or Memome Project etc fit in this theoretical top level architecture of my way too many interests.

I'm planning to move whatever I think is worth moving from the following sites at a minimum to Eclogiselle and then taking them offline:

1. Doreen Traylor Designs 
2. Butterfly Economy 
3. Street Life Solutions 

Some pieces have a lot of links, either internally or to each other. I imagine this next phase of my blogging will be bumpier than the initial phase of shutting down a dozen or more much smaller projects.

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