I spent 72 hours rereading every newsletter I wrote: You won't believe what happened next
Correction: I have actually been sick in bed for three days *not* reading, writing or even thinking about newsletters. Hence, I am publishing, gulps, a Best of ESC KEY .CO listicle, optimized for pity shares on social media — or something like that.
I first used this GIF as the lead image for an article published on February 16, 2025. I reused here because I was too ill to do further image research.
A very brief history of the clip show
When I was kid, sick days meant binging TV Land. And that invariably meant I'd get stuck watching a goddamn clip show or one of its equally irritating kin — recap or catch-up episodes. You know the format: recycled scenes stitched together with the narrative tissue of someone looking through a photo album. Often, these episodes helped producers conserve budgets, and sometimes get audiences back up to speed. In any case, it was network television's ultimate phone-in.
So naturally, here I am, mid-food-poisoning, about to serve you the editorial equivalent.
📞 "Oh, I see where this is going — this is going to be a listicle, isn't it?!"
The thing is, I've been horizontal for the past 72ish hours with nothing but peppermint tea and my own anxious thoughts for company. (I am now on the mend, don't worry too much.) But let me confess, I've spent very little time thinking about newsletters.
I've emerged with what the TV executives would call "a very special episode" — except instead of amnesia, it's just me, weakly gesturing at a round-up of links that capture what this whole ESC KEY .CO experiment has been about. For example: talking with the best about what they do best (e.g., hype-busting "AI" bullshit with the best hype-busters out there); reporting on internet strangers taking parasocial group vacations; Power Lunching our way through the year of our lord 2025; and much more to come when these stomach cramps end.
In other words, welcome to the clip show, baby.
The very best of ESC KEY .CO as of late-October 2025: Here is a list of links, organized as a loose script for your reading pleasure, with vague soundtrack suggestions and light narration
Pity click, pity share, pity subscribe.
Motivational trumpet music plays, narrator begins: This year, we've been stronger together because we've Power Lunched together!
We've published sentences like, “What if the Shakers” — a utopian offshoot of the Quakers known for their communal living, gender equality and, indeed, celibacy — “had sex?”
Trumpet soundtrack fades into trombone-battle rhythm, narrator continues but gayer: Hold it girl, did you say AI without scare quotes?! Hm. We must assemble the poppers of the hype! [Or "hype poppers," shall we say? Maybe we should drop "poppers" from this script for the heterosexuals?! OK!]
... into the history of early internet GIFs, the history of the Internet Archive's GifCities.org search engine, and in the process answered the question, "What do dragons and drag queens have in common?" Finally!
...into an extra-long read about nightlife (featuring an interview on the occasion of an excellent new book on the subject) ... a piece we opened with a brief history of the Roman Emperor Elagabalus, which was, yes, achoice!
More drums: Do you have a brand? Are you a brand? We solved so many problems for you ...
... like, identifying the simplest way to become a not evil, ahead-of-the-curve brand on the internet (hint: it's merely having a fucking spine, y'all!)
... staying clear of Substack because they will send you nudges to follow your ex, who isn't even a writer, making you wonder, "Did I really ever consent to this?!" It spirals into a long-form report about what Substack is and wants to become.
...and, most importantly, we outlined a roadmap to remaining competitive in uncertain times (hint: don't offload your fucking brain, my bro who is a brand!)!
Brass fades, cello and violin continue quietly in the background, the narrator concludes: And through it all, we've looked for examples of people not only calling out the bullshit, but actually doing something about it.
Screen fades to black, text appears as violin music fades, too: On the topic of food poisoning, this was the first article we ever published on this website, ESC KEY .CO, on November 1, 2024: