cheechako
Well-Known Member
No, really. I know - you think that you figured that out from the name over there on the left, right above the chipmunk.
The term chee-CHA-ko came about during the Yukon Gold Rush days. It meant someone green and perhaps ill-prepared for Alaska especially winter. So I am cheechako. I'll be cheechako until I move Outside or I die. That's as honest as I am here, regardless of my disclaimer. For every other statement, see my disclaimer, contact my lawyers, or lets talk my cut.
I've been hanging out on RIU for a few months now, so more than a few already have bumped into me. So here's something to fill in some of the blanks:
I worked in NYC in the early 90s and lived all too briefly in SF before getting married and raising step kids through much of the 90s in the bay area of California. By 2000, we lived in the Santa Cruz mountains an easy drive to SC, SJ, SF, etc.. Then Silicon Valley took a turn for the worse a big dive, in fact. I got an IT job on the North Slope oil fields and moved us here. Seemed like the smart thing to do at the time, especially since I sold my house back in CA at a loss as the bank was close to foreclosing. The Slope gig didn't work out in the long run.
My wife (originally from Alaska) and I struggled to put our lives back together. Now we have stable jobs that we enjoy, if not the best of pay. We're doing mostly OK, except we're stuck in a horrid roommate situation while we save for our own place. We're in our 50's and this is Alaska. I don't really see a way out. I'm cheechako and I'm stuck here. I try to avoid Alaska as much as I can. It is pretty and I understand the appeal. But if I didn't have what little this city had to offer, I would go nuts.
I live in Anchorage. Around half the population of Alaska lives near me. Hardly any of Alaska is near me. Alaska is not a place it is a collection of many places, most far away from here no matter where here is.
Some people call me (in post) cheech what can I do, eh? I really didn't think of that when I took this name. I never met Tommy, I am white, and I am chee-CHA-ko.
The term chee-CHA-ko came about during the Yukon Gold Rush days. It meant someone green and perhaps ill-prepared for Alaska especially winter. So I am cheechako. I'll be cheechako until I move Outside or I die. That's as honest as I am here, regardless of my disclaimer. For every other statement, see my disclaimer, contact my lawyers, or lets talk my cut.
I've been hanging out on RIU for a few months now, so more than a few already have bumped into me. So here's something to fill in some of the blanks:
I worked in NYC in the early 90s and lived all too briefly in SF before getting married and raising step kids through much of the 90s in the bay area of California. By 2000, we lived in the Santa Cruz mountains an easy drive to SC, SJ, SF, etc.. Then Silicon Valley took a turn for the worse a big dive, in fact. I got an IT job on the North Slope oil fields and moved us here. Seemed like the smart thing to do at the time, especially since I sold my house back in CA at a loss as the bank was close to foreclosing. The Slope gig didn't work out in the long run.
My wife (originally from Alaska) and I struggled to put our lives back together. Now we have stable jobs that we enjoy, if not the best of pay. We're doing mostly OK, except we're stuck in a horrid roommate situation while we save for our own place. We're in our 50's and this is Alaska. I don't really see a way out. I'm cheechako and I'm stuck here. I try to avoid Alaska as much as I can. It is pretty and I understand the appeal. But if I didn't have what little this city had to offer, I would go nuts.
I live in Anchorage. Around half the population of Alaska lives near me. Hardly any of Alaska is near me. Alaska is not a place it is a collection of many places, most far away from here no matter where here is.
Some people call me (in post) cheech what can I do, eh? I really didn't think of that when I took this name. I never met Tommy, I am white, and I am chee-CHA-ko.