Co-Screen and 1Password SSH are good

I had good experiences with two new tools today.


Co-Screen is a ‘collaborative screen sharing’ app owned by the excellent Datadog. It’s a video chat app that lets you share multiple separate windows. Everyone in the chat is able to:

  • Move the windows around on their own desktops and arrange them as they will
  • Take control of the windows
  • See each other’s mouse cursors within the windows
  • Draw on top of the windows, to temporarily highlight a particular section

And, most fun: multiple people can share their windows simultaneously.

I am training a new employee this week and I got fed up with the limitations of Google Meet screen sharing. Co-Screen turned out to be a whole new world: it’s brilliant. I was watching him set up SSH in 1Password, as detailed below, while he watched me set up the server end in a terminal window.

My only concern is that Co-Screen is somehow free. I would be more than happy to pay for it.

SSH Keys in 1Password

As part of the same employee training I decided to try out 1Password’s ability to act as an SSH agent. This means you store your SSH private keys in the 1Password app, and it handles the workflow of any other Windows app requesting them.

This seemed good in theory as it meant avoiding having to set up .ssh config files, as well as having to find a place to securely store private keys. 1Password just handles it all.

So we tried, and it Just Worked. Not only did it Just Work, but:


When has anything involving SSH keys ever worked first time? I know of no higher testament to the efficacy of an SSH system.

Plus it’s nice to have the keys in 1Password’s silo, so they’re secure but you always have them.

The one limitation is that any application accessing the agent needs to support the Microsoft OpenSSH standard. Notable apps that don’t: FileZilla1, PuTTY. Notable apps that do: Git for Windows, JetBrains, VSCode. So we can live with that.

  1. That said, don’t use FileZilla any more 🙁 ↩︎

Dell’s XPS error

I’m in the market for a new ultrabook, and my instinct is to go to Dell. I’ve bought dozens of Dell machines for work at this point, and found them reliable, long-lasting, and with a good support network. Laptop-wise I’ve had my personal XPS 13 for years, and it’s brilliant. It’s powerful enough to edit 45mb RAW files on the fly, it’s light enough to balance on one hand at the back of convention stages, it’s robust enough to survive being hurled around planes and trains and taxis. It looks pretty too. It’s just great.

It’s starting to age now, and I would happily replace it with the latest model. But I can’t. Dell have refreshed the line and…broken it. After introducing a ‘Plus’ model last year, to disdain from most reviewers, Dell have inexplicably scrapped the standard model entirely. The 2024 models have:

  • Keyboards with non-standard key sizes and placements
  • A touch bar instead of F keys – something Apple tried and gave up on – that isn’t customisable
  • A palm rest that works as one giant touchpad, meaning you move the mouse whenever your wrist brushes the case
  • A price tag higher than a MacBook with better specs. I’m a Windows guy but even I know the current crop of Apple laptops are blowing PCs out of the water for anything except gaming

I really tried to overlook it all as I want an easy life, but it’s too much. I could have got an older model, but I wanted Meteor Lake. So after reading countless reviews and videos, where the Dell isn’t even a contender any more, I’ve ordered an HP Spectre x360.

It’s really annoying, as I’ve recommended the XPS line to friends a bunch of times. And I still like Dell’s support, with engineers who come out to your place of work. What a weird thing to do.

I’m a private pilot

I completed my radio telephony exam yesterday. And that’s the final checkbox. Done. I just need to physically receive my license, and I’ll be allowed to carry passengers. Eep.

Piccadilly Spotlight

My first public performance in…3.5 years, I think? It went well, though the photos suggest I was not exactly Mr Expressive. Plus ça change. It was a competition, and I came 2 out of 5. Not too shabby. Thank you to @vitawilton for the lovely routine and indeed the entirely delightful Piccadilly Spotlight event.

Skill Test

After 2 years, 64 lessons, a bunch of exams, and a cross-country solo, I passed my Skill Test today. This is the big hurdle before getting a license – it’s pretty much the equivalent of the driving test.

You take an examiner on a flight, and they ask you to navigate and perform various manoeuvres: stalls, recovery from a spiral dive, simulated forced landings, tracking to a VOR, various types of non-simulated landing, and more. It’s quite the day!

I have one more minor box to tick: you need a specific license to broadcast on radio frequencies from a plane, and I need to do a ground-based exam for that. I’ll hopefully get that in the next couple of weeks. And then I’ll have my full license!

The Peripheral

The Peripheral (Amazon Prime) doesn’t mess about. It drops you right in, and you’ve gotta keep up. You may struggle, as I did, because it takes no prisoners. But it’s worth it.

The year is 2032. There’s been an internal US war of some sort. VR is pretty immersive now, and ex-soldiers make a living in ‘sims’ – violent video games. But one soldier is continually outplayed by his younger sister, so when a new VR device arrives, and the money’s too good to pass up, he asks her to take his place. She lands in London, in a simulation so real she can actually feel what’s happening to her. It does not go well.

The future comes thick and fast and in deep grandeur. London is overlooked by statues the height of mountains. Sure, you think, whatever – it’s the future. But there’s a reason. There’s always a reason.

Everyone is intelligent and does the smart thing in any given situation. Everyone is capable of absorbing new information without requiring half an episode to freak out and be talked round. Everyone is gracious under pressure. Essentially: everyone behaves exactly as you’d hope you would if your reality were upended. But despite doing everything right, *it all still goes wrong*. I like this.

While everyone’s smart, some of them are proper psychotic. You think you’ve seen it all, but this show comes up with some truly appalling ways to behave. Geez. It helps that half the cast are Brits and the others have southern US accents to die for: the Brits sound super sinister in comparison. Plus they all get to say interesting stuff *all the time*, and are charismatic to a fault. One showdown in particular is just phenomenal – you’ll know it when you see it.

It’s not really a show you can make predictions about. From time to time you think you’ve got the lay of the land, but then there’s some whirlwind of new ideas and probably an unexpected robot and whoosh – everything’s different. Just enjoy the spectacle. This is to be expected as it’s based on a William Gibson novel: it stays true to his form. You just land in the world, and there’s a lot that’s incomprehensible for a while. It throws you the odd bone, but you spend a lot of time trying to stay afloat.

If you wanted to be a cheap critic you could say it exploits the sunk-cost fallacy. It’s a lot of work to figure out what’s going on, and your brain really does not want this to be a waste of your time. So it’s in your interest to think you’re enjoying it, and the threshold for backtracking is super high. And I agree that when people do this in the real world it’s a grubby trick. Continental philosophy innit. But for entertainment: bring it on. Exploit me. Manipulate my emotions as much as you like. Do whatever you gotta do to get me invested – that’s what I’ve signed up for.

I don’t think it’s all a trick, though. There’s enough food for thought that your brain chews on it for a day then cheerily spits stuff out when you want to sleep.

All in all: loved it; very exciting; favourite sci-fi since The Expanse; did I mention the adorable southern accents, you’ve never heard people tell each other to fuck off like this, come the metaverse I’m giving myself a Texas drawl.

The coming existential crisis

Have I mentioned I’m turning 40 this year? I’m turning 40 this year.

I have friends who are sailing through this with nary a breakdown. It is, they say, fine:

  • Time is a continuum
  • You’re only one day older than you were yesterday
  • The past is done and the future hasn’t happened yet so all you can do is enjoy now

All of this is true and indeed wise but, you see, that’s about them and it’s me who’s turning 40. I am.

When I was a kid I read a lot about the history of magic and I learnt that Robert Houdin, the father of modern magic and the magician’s magician, didn’t start until he was 40. I have always remembered this. No matter what happened, I thought, I could always change direction in the far distant future and become the father of modern magic.

But that’s now, guys, it’s now. I don’t even know what needs birthing.

Something needs to happen, though. There is a tickle at the back of my mind that won’t go away. I don’t know what it is yet. But I feel like it’s kicking for the surface.

While I await existential enlightenment, the obvious backup plans are:

  • Dog
  • Curl up in a ball and await the Singularity
  • Van life

Or some combination of the above. I’d better get ready.

Good things of 2022


Fiction: The Expanse series

I got slightly obsessed with The Expanse last winter and tore through all the books. I thus recommend them, which is certainly not the sunk cost fallacy. They are top sci-fi, I promise. Humane, thoughtful, and rich. Cavalier captains, cowboy pilots, badass marines, sweary diplomats, noir detectives – it’s just great.

Fiction: Children of Time

Do you want to read a book about giant space spiders? Are you sure you want to read a book about giant space spiders? Because it is an odd sensation to experience constant low-level revulsion while reading a story, but if you’re good with that this is the book for you. It is a book about giant space spiders. They evolve out of tiny space spiders. There are some humans too, but they’re mostly jerks. The spiders are where it’s at. Just relax into it.

Non-fiction: The Natural Navigator

I assume everyone’s jealous of people who can read nature. People who can identify bird calls, or point at a tree and say ‘that’s unusual’, or point at a cloud and say ‘that’s worrying’, or point at a bee and say ‘that’s Ernesto’, or very confidently know what a fern is. Such people seem to experience the world in a very satisfying way. It’d be nice to be like that.

I figure your options for achieving this are:

  • Retroactively develop an interest at age 5
  • Experience some sort of amnesia, get rescued by a hot recluse, learn the wonders of nature, get rescued, go back to the city and realise it sucks and you want to be a hot recluse too
  • Get an ecology degree
  • Tristan Gooley

Tristan Gooley is the easiest option. He will get you 10% of the way there, anyway, and that’s enough to feel like a wizard for a bit.

I’ve read three of his books about the natural world, and they’re all one fascinating fact after another. The Natural Navigator is a good start. It teaches you to answer one question: which way am I facing? Other than the position of the sun, how do you know?

You learn that the branches of trees are most dense towards the south, and then you suddenly notice that lots of trees are like this. You learn that birds usually sit facing the wind so they can take off quickly, and then you suddenly notice birds more. It’s great.

You read one book for 90mins and then get to wander around the world spotting all sorts of patterns and clues that were there the whole time. I recommend this experience wholeheartedly.


This is Us

This is Us is the best written show on TV and I will hear nothing against it. The words, man.

(I haven’t actually finished it yet, so don’t tell me anything please)


Blundstone boots are the magic trinity of ankle boots: light, comfortable, and hard-wearing. They work for the office, and for the Devon coastline. They have grip, without looking like hiking boots. If you walk funny, like me, they take two years to wear down on one side. And the colour doesn’t fade for ages.

In 2022 mine dealt with Norwegian forests, muddy towpaths, snowy pontoons, Disneyland, and fundraising dinners. They aren’t actively waterproof unless you buy a specific model, but in practice I’ve had no trouble. There are dressier versions too, although they’re still boots.

If you would like a second opinion, see Adam Savage.


The Body Coach app

Joe Wicks’ Body Coach app has kept me fit for 2 years now. You get a series of workouts to do, at home, in monthly cycles. Some are 20mins, some are (urgh) 40mins. Once complete, you get a harder series. And repeat. It’s always a challenge, but always achievable.

Joe does the workouts in real-time with you, so it’s not like those YouTube videos where you’re yelled at by some beefcake who won the genetic lottery. You see him struggling, or needing a rest, or really not enjoying himself. He’s likeable too, or at least he is when he’s not making you do fucking squat jumps.

It’s a mixture of aerobic exercise and weight-training. He introduces dumbbells at a certain point, but you don’t need any more equipment than that.

And most of all, it actually works. I have kept it up. As a result I’ve been doing weight-training for 18 months, which is not a sentence I ever thought I’d write. It is very pleasant to feel fit, and I do – anecdotally, sample size of 1 etc – feel mentally sharper. I recommend just getting up and doing it before work: you get an early sense of achievement, and very little time to think up an excuse.

She’s a Beast

Relatedly: if you’re interested in weight-training but are put off by the constellation of bullshit that surrounds it, I recommend the She’s a Beast newsletter. It’s not about magically gaining 30lb of muscle in 3 months (impossible), or wanting to look like Chris Hemsworth (losing his hair anyway, pfff). It’s just lifting weights to be strong and healthy, via evidence, evidence, and more evidence. What works (slow and steady), what’s wishful thinking (you can’t lose weight and gain muscle at the same time), what’s unknown (how different genetics interact with different routines), what’s stupid (random supplements).

Top Gun: Maverick

Top Gun: Maverick is a surprisingly quiet film. I mean obviously there are lots of F-18s going neeeooooowwwww which is great, but behind it there’s a kind of peace. Honestly.

It’s not macho, and it’s not shouty, and the soundtrack doesn’t bombard you, and it’s not trying to trick you. When you’re excited, it’s because there is cause to be excited. When you’re sad it’s because it’s genuinely sad. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with having my emotions manipulated – that’s what stories are for – but it’s nice when it’s done by making you feel part of a team. You feel *trusted*.

That’s partly because it’s a simple story, well-told. The big action sequence is so well-telegraphed that it’s easy to follow – despite being super-fast. In fact the whole film just flows. It has a pace and a rhythm and it sticks to it. It’s almost musical. When things heat up it’s fast and exciting – but still clear and direct. When it needs to slow down it does so cleanly. It’s somehow *graceful*.

I would guess this is due to the teamwork of Cruise and Christopher McQuarrie, who are getting very very good at this kind of smart blockbuster. It’s their signature style to treat the audience like an intelligent friend who needs the details explaining and can take it from there. The dialogue says a lot in a little. The aerobatics are astonishing, but not ridiculous. Danger is fed in moderation. And Jennifer Connelly is about the same age as Tom Cruise.

It also pulls off the trick of being a sequel in spirit but not blueprint. It’s worth rewatching the original Top Gun beforehand as the story follows on smoothly, without needing any major reversals or shoehorny twists. Obviously it’s still about fighter jets, but it pays homage to the beats of the first without repeating them. It even manages to introduce a character’s child – usually a death-knell for any sequel – without being tedious. Even Penny is a callback if you listen carefully (it turns out). And they ditch the weird 80s dialogue, thankfully.

It’s still essentially one man’s story. The focus is on him throughout, just as in the first film – there aren’t really any side-plots to speak of. This is always a risky move as you’re banking on everyone finding said character interesting. But he is. Possibly in a Tom Hanks we-just-all-want-to-be-him kinda way, but there’s nothing wrong with that. And it’s done so well that it seems meaningful to be watching the end of his 30yr career – even if you hadn’t thought much about Top Gun in decades.

This is what I mean about it being quiet. It doesn’t yell this stuff. It’s just there and pleasing. McQuarrie is known for showing his films to people and iterating till he gets the reaction he wants. What a concept.

I didn’t end it wanting to be a fighter pilot. But I did end it wanting to be…a hard-working good person? Also to have my own airstrip and a little plane I maintain in a golden-hour barn.