Solving the mystery of HDMI handshake issues with my Apple TV and Yamaha Receiver

For a year now, I’ve been dealing with HDMI handshake issues on my Apple TV 4th generation where the picture would have an overlay of snow particles. 

All the snow interrupting my beautiful pixels.

I use a Yamaha RX-V477 Receiver as my main input device. Its full gamut of HDMI compatibility plus built in AirPlay functionality and 5.1 channel support is fantastic. That’s why I was flabbergasted when I first plugged in my new Apple TV experienced the twinkling snow on my picture. The only way to get around the issue was to downgrade to 720p resolution. 

I had conducted some Google-fu but found very little regarding HDMI handshake/snow issues. An Apple knowledge base article recommended connecting the Apple TV directly to the television. To my surprise, all the pixels were rendered in full 1080p, no snow! However, I had to work around the sound by connecting an Optical Audio Out from my Pioneer Kuro Elite to my receiver. This fix was also no good as the cable only provided 2.1 audio.

I was hot swapping between my receiver and television to try and determine the source of the problem. At one point, I noticed that the Apple TV directly connected to the TV was flickering in and out. Huh? It was just working a day ago.

Upon closer inspection of my HDMI cables, I noticed I had different variants from different manufacturers. They all stated their “High-Speed” quality, but no versioning or other features. Perhaps this was the ticket. 

I ordered a fresh cable from Amazon with the latest HDMI 2.0 standard. I used it for the main output one the receiver to the television. Then, I used an existing cable that I knew worked with the Apple TV, and set it to one of the inputs on the receiver. 

Tada! No more snow, no more HDMI handshake issues. I was blaming my receiver and my television when it turns out, the HDMI cables had different standards. 

A working, 1080p signal with 5.1 audio from my Apple TV 4th Gen, via my Yamaha Receiver

With all the trouble I had with HDMI cable standards, I wonder how big of a mess we’ll have with transition to USB 3’s different standards (and cables)? Perhaps USB 3 will be the standard to kill all standards (until everything goes wireless).

Pasting and formatting rich text in InDesign

In the advertising world (and really, the corporate world), I usually receive my manuscripts in Microsoft Word format. That means, I'll come across documents with formatting that needs to be carried over into InDesign. I use an InDesign preference tweak in order to copy and paste formatting from any rich text editor.

To change this option, go to InDesign Preferences > Clipboard Handling and select "All Information" under the Paste group. This works as a global setting for all your InDesign documents. If you want to bypass formatting, you can use the Shift key when pasting, and still have clean, unadulterated copy.

A tiny issue: when I pasted the copy with formatting, it carried over the font and size from Word. To match my document format, I apply Basic Paragraph style to restore the font and size. Depending on your font, you might be done in this step. If you still have some missing formatting, Then, to deal with the missing formatting, I use the Find Font tool located in the Type menu to replace all the font instances.

This saves me a ton of time when I work with APA references that have bolding and italics for journal names. For more information on what is carried over when you copy and paste using this setting, check out this awesome InDesign Secrets article. 

Breaking in new tires on my scooter, and a horse in traffic

With new street tires in place of my dirt road tires from the dealership, I was eager to get back on the streets of NY. The mechanic cautioned me about the 50 mile break-in period for the new slicks. What better way to get some miles than to ride into Manhattan?

So this Friday, I traded up my usual commute for an exciting trek over the Queensboro Bridge. It was quite a hoot. I memorized a route with a glance of Google Maps and headed on my trek. Riding on Northern Boulevard, the asphalt was open season for the new tires. And with a single pull of the throttle, you could feel the 2-stroke working hard to keep the speedometer count going. It's incredible how a vehicle that's slower than a typical sedan can feel so frenetic. 

Weaving in and out traffic, I was able to beat the morning rush of traffic. Big trucks, SUVs, and yellow taxis all fought for real estate on bridge. My scooter paved its own route in between, squeezing through the narrow gaps like a maze. I made it to Manhattan with a trophy for Best Traffic Maneuverer.

I rode the scooter crosstown on 57th Street, hoping to grab West Side Highway southbound. Unfortunately, with no GPS (I avoid using my phone and scooting) and only my memory, I merged northbound on the highway with no choice but to continue riding. That's right, a 50cc scooter that has a max speed of 40 mph was sharing the road with cars going 75 mph on average. I hugged the right most lane and felt the other cars whoosh by me. I was in fear for my life. 

My nerves were shaken further after witnessing the aftermath of an accident: a Toyota Corolla with fully deployed airbags, smashed out windshield, and front end while an Audi A4 sat on the shoulder with its driver talking on the phone. It wasn't a good sign to me. I zoomed past the accident and headed out West 79th Street. I knew I'd be late for work. I kept to the local streets, dialing down the thrills. 

As I weaved in and out of traffic, I got caught in Times Square rush hour. Creating my own lanes on 46th Street, I still couldn't beat the traffic. I slowly meandered on a block. When I came upon the source of the traffic, a horse was breathing down my neck. For a second, I thought to try and cut off the horse to get ahead. However, I stashed those thoughts when the horse pulled its lips back and clacked its large, sharp teeth. With the horse asserting its right of way, I sat still in traffic. I didn't want to try my luck again.

On a green light, I sped through the intersection with no patience., scaring some jumpy tourists. The big screens, the LEDs, and the tourists were all a blur of light and screams. I was just trying to get to my workplace, so I hurled my sorrys and continued downtown.

Finally, the traffic thinned out on 7th Avenue. I made it to work in one piece. I parked the scooter behind a big honkin' SUV and dismounted. Just as I was leaving, a passerby gestured towards my scooter. I turned around and saw my license plate hanging off one measly screw. With no tools to fix it up, I headed into a busy work day, leaving the problem for later.

When I left work around 6pm, I came back to my scooter for some road therapy. Just as I was going to jerry-rig my plates, I noticed that the license plate was already fixed. It seems that a good samaritan used a ziptie to fix it. It was such a nice gesture and saved me so much headache. Thank God and thank you, friendly New Yorker.

Roaring back home, I had a gleaming smile on my face. A few miles shy of the break-in period, I rode in the 1st Avenue tunnel with my engine echoing in the walls.

I watched the road ahead with glee, a rebel in the city, my scooter forging a path home. 


Attempted theft on my scooter using a pen ink cartridge

Look at those blue pen marks...

Two weeks ago, I ran into some trouble with my scooter, a red, 2004 Yamaha Zuma. 

I was trying to put my key in the ignition and noticed that the key wouldn't go in all the way. I couldn't turn the ignition switch to the "on" position. Then, to much dismay, I found stray pen marks on the keyhole and a leftover ink cartridge on the foot rest. It seems that someone attempted a James Bond-esque operation to unlock the steering column. And if the remaining ink cartridge was any clue, the missing metal pen tip was probably lodged deep in the ignition. And the perpetrator nowhere to be found.

The evidence in plain sight

After two hours of futility to recover the pen tip from the ignition lock, and being poured out in the rain, I gave up and called my insurance company to file a claim. I had my baby towed and left to the experts at the Yamaha dealership. They uncovered some more fixes needed for the scooter: new front and rear tires, brake pads, spark plug, flushed lines, and topping up of brake fluid and engine oil. Oh, and a new ignition switch of course.

The cost altogether, including my deductible and all fixes? Approximately $250. Not bad.

I'm just curious: what the hell was that person thinking using a pen to try and unlock my scooter? I guess I'll never know.