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Many of you have asked, "Where did Tek get his name?" Many will be surprised to find out that Tek is not my first name. Many more will be surprised to find out that Isaiah is not my first name, either. But, I am not here to discuss that matter tonight. I am here to discuss the origin of "Tek."
*clears throat* Our story brings us back nearly ten years to Broken Arrow, a sleepy suburb of Tulsa, Oklahoma. The Internet had not yet gone commercial, computers were still exclusively the domain of nerds, and Doom was revolutionizing the computer gaming industry. It was during this time, after my family had purchased a computer, but before I first ventured into the realm of bulletin board systems (and later, the vast reaches of the Internet) that I first discovered my love of computers. My parents discovered it around the same time and were pleased with my ability to learn this new and amazing technology so quickly. They were pleased, of course, because my father had just started a small business and could save the expense of hiring a real computer expert. -_-
Now, please understand that my relationship with my parents was then not what it is today. I went through the typical teenage phase of sarcasm and general moping. I've since stopped moping.
One day, when my father asked me to perform a task that he assumed rather simple for my mystical skills, I sarcastically replied. "Yes, yes, the great TekWizard will wave his wand over the computer and all will be well!" Since my parents seemed to believe that my skills were approaching the level of magical, the comment was rather funny.
*cough* But not very respectful.
Nevertheless, the joke continued on. And, in what was then called "spare time," I created humorous business cards advertising my services and the services of my best friend (later to be known to all Tribe of Judah members as Elihu). Jon (as Elihu is known in the Real World™) offered advice on the mysteries that are women and I offered help on technological fare. (Since then, each of us has conducted extensive research on the other's field.) The name of the "company," of course, was TekWizard.
Later, when I began to take the possibility of a computer repair company more seriously, we changed the name to ChristTek. Unfortunately, ChristTek never found its niche in the service sector and still remains on the backburner today. Perhaps, when the IT industry rises up out of the pits of monkey poo it is in right now, it will be reborn. Tough to say.
Oh, yeh. And I started using Tek as my name when Jon and I would play Doom over a serial (yes, I said serial) connection between computers. DIG that old technology, man. I've used Tek or Tek7 as my callsign, or handle, or whatever you want to call it, in nearly every game ever since.
Okay. So that explains the Tek. But it doesn't explain the seven. That one's easy enough.
Now, I mentioned an earlier age, when nerds still ruled the realm of coomputers. After the Internet went commercial and shortly after the creation of the haven of free speech (essentially about nothing) that was Geocities, I, of course, signed up for an account. Unfortunately, the account name "Tek" was already taken. With some quick thinking, I tacked on a 7--the numerological symbol of perfection and all things holy--to the end of my name. Simple. Yet unnecessarily convoluted.
So. There you have it. The mystery is solved.
*clears throat* Our story brings us back nearly ten years to Broken Arrow, a sleepy suburb of Tulsa, Oklahoma. The Internet had not yet gone commercial, computers were still exclusively the domain of nerds, and Doom was revolutionizing the computer gaming industry. It was during this time, after my family had purchased a computer, but before I first ventured into the realm of bulletin board systems (and later, the vast reaches of the Internet) that I first discovered my love of computers. My parents discovered it around the same time and were pleased with my ability to learn this new and amazing technology so quickly. They were pleased, of course, because my father had just started a small business and could save the expense of hiring a real computer expert. -_-
Now, please understand that my relationship with my parents was then not what it is today. I went through the typical teenage phase of sarcasm and general moping. I've since stopped moping.
One day, when my father asked me to perform a task that he assumed rather simple for my mystical skills, I sarcastically replied. "Yes, yes, the great TekWizard will wave his wand over the computer and all will be well!" Since my parents seemed to believe that my skills were approaching the level of magical, the comment was rather funny.
*cough* But not very respectful.
Nevertheless, the joke continued on. And, in what was then called "spare time," I created humorous business cards advertising my services and the services of my best friend (later to be known to all Tribe of Judah members as Elihu). Jon (as Elihu is known in the Real World™) offered advice on the mysteries that are women and I offered help on technological fare. (Since then, each of us has conducted extensive research on the other's field.) The name of the "company," of course, was TekWizard.
Later, when I began to take the possibility of a computer repair company more seriously, we changed the name to ChristTek. Unfortunately, ChristTek never found its niche in the service sector and still remains on the backburner today. Perhaps, when the IT industry rises up out of the pits of monkey poo it is in right now, it will be reborn. Tough to say.
Oh, yeh. And I started using Tek as my name when Jon and I would play Doom over a serial (yes, I said serial) connection between computers. DIG that old technology, man. I've used Tek or Tek7 as my callsign, or handle, or whatever you want to call it, in nearly every game ever since.
Okay. So that explains the Tek. But it doesn't explain the seven. That one's easy enough.
Now, I mentioned an earlier age, when nerds still ruled the realm of coomputers. After the Internet went commercial and shortly after the creation of the haven of free speech (essentially about nothing) that was Geocities, I, of course, signed up for an account. Unfortunately, the account name "Tek" was already taken. With some quick thinking, I tacked on a 7--the numerological symbol of perfection and all things holy--to the end of my name. Simple. Yet unnecessarily convoluted.
So. There you have it. The mystery is solved.
