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Believe it or not, no one can afford to deny or ignore the tiny sparkle of an idea, especially in a/an 【C1】 of knowledge explosion. Like any other aspects of the computer age, Yahoo began as an idea, 【C2】 into a hobby and lately has turned into a full-time passion. The two developers of Yahoo, David Filo and Jerry Yang, Ph. D candidates 【C3】 Electrical Engineering at Stanford University in the United States, started their 【C4】 in April 1994 as a way to keep 【C5】 of their personal interest on the Internet. Before long they found that their homebrewed lists were becoming too long and 【C6】 . And gradually they began to spend more and more time on Yahoo.
During the year of 1994, they 【C7】 Yahoo into a customized database designed to 【C8】 the needs of the thousands of users that began to use the service through the closely 【C9】 Internet community. They developed customized software to help them 【C10】 locate, identify and edit material 【C11】 on the Internet. The name Yahoo is 【C12】 to stand for 'Yet Another Hierarchical Officious Oracle', but David Filo and Jerry Yang insist that they select the 【C13】 because they considered themselves yahoos. Yahoo itself first 【C14】 on Yang's workstation, 'akebono', while the search engine was 【C15】 on Filo's computer, 'Konishiki'.
In early 1995 Marc Andersen, one of the 【C16】 of Netscape Communication in Mountain View, California, invited Filo and Yang to move their files 【C17】 to larger computers 【C18】 at NetscapE.As a result Stanford's computer network returned to 【C19】 and both parties benefited from this issuE.Today, Yahoo 【C20】 organized information on tens of thousands of computers linked to the weB.
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