My nickname has an interesting backstory, at least interesting to me. I have carried it for over 20 years, and even my wife met me and knew me as DZ-Jay.
Back in ancient times, when dinosaurs roamed the network, in the long forgotten days of the year 1992, I had a girlfriend whoâs brother ran a local BBS/ISP. It had been approximately 5 years since I left behind my Commodore 64 and computing in general for a life of clubbing, music, and partying, when I bacame a DJ in the mid-to-late 1980s. I had missed the rise of MSDOS PCs and most of modern post-microcomputing â and was about to miss the advent of the Internet and the World Wide Web.
Anyways, spending the night at my girlfriendâs house I got to play âsysopâ from her brotherâs console; kick people out, evesdrop on their goingson, force them into chat, that sort of thing. Her brother and I hit it off and became sort of friends, and we started hanging out â mostly at his computer, playing games and using the BBS sysop console (I spent a lot of nights at my girlfriendâs house).
Being an adrenaline junky (I used to surf at night, rappel down high bridges with my friends, bungee jump, and do all sorts of crazy things in my youth), I learned of a local Skydiving club, apparently the only one in Puerto Rico and was immediately interested. I convinced my girlfriendâs brother to join the club with me (I couldnât convince my girlfriend at all).
So we joined and I was hooked! I jumped as much as my money would allow (perhaps twice a week) and consequently was always penniless. I was addicted.
Then, one fateful day, I was playing âsysopâ on the BBS and started chatting with someone. I told them I wasnât the real sysop, but just a friend, so they asked me for my handle. I really didnât have one (having left behind my silly little âhackerâ names from my earlier forays into microcomputer BBSâs 10 years before because⌠well, because they were silly).
So I decided to open a real account in the BBS. I struggled for a few minutes on what nick to choose, since Iâve never had an alias before; and eventually came up with DropZone James (DropZone being the skydiving term for the landing area to which you aim when you jump, and James being the anglicized version of my Spanish name, Jaime). The name was too long for the registration field, so I shortened it to âDZ-Jay.â
Everyone knew me as âDZâ (pronounced in Spanish as Deh Theta), and I even tried to get my old friends to call me that, with various degrees of success.
Eventually, my buddy stopped jumping and later on his sister and I broke up. I continued to skydive for several years more, but eventually got into other interests. However, the name outlasted all that and more.
I continued using the BBS as a regular user (no longer with fringe privileges), and with time it became a real business and even gained access to the Internet; and as I struggled to configure my new PC for dial-up, I met this very nice and charming girl who worked as a support technician in the BBS/ISP. Of course, she met âDZ-Jay,â not James nor Jaime, and being an English-speaking American, she pronounced it as you would expect, Dee Zee.
We started going out and eventually married, and I forever remained âDZ-Jayâ to her and to everyone who met me after that, at college, work, and in real life.
I can honestly say that I met my wife âon the Internet,â yet it has a completely different meaning from how that is used today â but thatâs a story for another day.
So thatâs the story of my name. Unexpectedly, it lasted longer than it was useful or meaningful; but I will be ever grateful I gave it some thought. I am glad I did not get stuck with a silly âhackerâ handle like âMr. Nibblesâ or âOmega-Dude.â LOL!
dZ.