My name is Mike Franks. I was born in 1954 in Kansas City, Missouri as one of five kids (photo of two of us), but was raised in Michigan, New Jersey and then California as my dad worked for Ford Motor Company and they moved us around a lot. I do computer support work at Social Sciences Computing, UCLA. I am married to Naomi with two kids (Riley and Nicholas) and as Naomi keeps reminding me, am solidly middle-class. In my job, I get to play with computers and talk to people all day long. When I do too much talking I often stay up late to get the computer work done.
In my mid-twenties I saved money for five years to go travelling around the world, studying Spanish, French and Mandarin at night school in preparation. I didn't like the around-the-world airplane fares as they mostly stuck to the Northern Hemisphere, so I started by land in Tijuana, took a bus to Mexicali, and train to Guadalajara with a French traveller that a Mexican policeman introduced me to on my first day. Translating Spanish to French (poorly) for the first three weeks helped considerably in getting into the spirit of the trip.
Instead
of spending two years going around the world, I spent three years in Latin America
and it took me 14 years to get to China.
Thinking I would spend two months in Brasil, I fell in love with it and spent
two years there instead.
I might still be there yet, teaching English and rock-climbing
in Rio de Janeiro, if I hadn't met Naomi
on the beach in Copacabana and followed her back to New York. That was sixteen years
ago (May 1986) and Portuguese turns out to be my best second language despite
the fact that I learned it all on the street.
I always thought that seeing yourself as a writer (whether you write or not) has the very significant advantage of allowing you to remain philosophical about everything that happens in your life. Hilarious or horrific it can all be seen as preparation for being a writer. Self-delusional this may be, but as Tom Robbins once wrote "It all depends on how you look at it." (Actually, I'll have to look that quote up, but it was something like that.)
I wrote articles while travelling, starting with a cartoon contest in Brasil, where I ended up interviewing 25 Brasilian cartoonists. Mino, one of the artists I interviewed, gave me the cartoon that you see at the top of this page. None of my articles sold, though my sister Kate sent them out to plenty of magazines. One, on a Brasilian street comedian, did manage to get published in the English language paper for foreigners in Rio de Janeiro after I did some volunteer copy-editing there. If nothing else, the delusion of being a writer added a lot to my trip. Here's one of the longer articles I wrote. This one is about some of the kids I met in a hospital in Rio de Janeiro. I called it "I Get Paid, It Just Isn't In Money" and the file is almost 70K.
A few
years after I began working at UCLA, Barry Gerber (my boss at that time) started
writing first for PC Week and then Network Computing Magazine. One day when
I was recounting a networking adventure (Novell NetWare), he said I should write
it up as an article. That led to a series of articles for Network Computing
which then ended up with the chance to write a book. Internet Publishing Handbook,
For World-Wide Web, Gopher, and WAIS. While it wasn't the book on my travels
that I'd always imagined (if I ever finish my trip around the world) it was
on a subject I'm very enthusiastic about. It's available in better bookstores
everywhere and for free on the Internet at the link you just passed. With any
luck, I'll keep on writing. I figure it's the poor man's way to travel. It lets
me go exploring while still putting the kids to bed every night.
visits since April 16, 1996.
Last updated 31 October 2004 by franks@ssc.ucla.edu