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Alexander Ramin
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<p> Ever since I was young I loved computers and peanut butter. My first memories are of submitting proofs to the Cray supercomputer we kept in our garage. My father, an enthusiast himself, built it from his boyhood collection of bottlecaps and recycled vacuum tubes. To save money, we generated power from monkeys in running wheels. None of them developed intelligence, though many pulled muscles.
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<p> Beyond those fond early memories, there is little to recall. When I was eight years old I programmed a C-64 to be my friend; I called him Commie. When DOS 6.0 came out, even Commie turned against me. My teenage years were spent playing imaginary games on a cardboard Nintendo system I made in art class.
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<p> These days, among other things, I raise peace lilies professionally. I also teach dogs sign language in the hope of training the world's first hearing-ear dogs, so far with little success. I live each day knowing that I am and that at least until tomorrow I have no more milk.
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<html>
<head>
<title> A Story </title>
</head>
<body>
<h1>
Alexander Ramin
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<p> Ever since I was young I loved computers and peanut butter. My first memories are of submitting proofs to the Cray supercomputer we kept in our garage. My father, an enthusiast himself, built it from his boyhood collection of bottlecaps and recycled vacuum tubes. To save money, we generated power from monkeys in running wheels. None of them developed intelligence, though many pulled muscles.
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<p> Beyond those fond early memories, there is little to recall. When I was eight years old I programmed a C-64 to be my friend; I called him Commie. When DOS 6.0 came out, even Commie turned against me. My teenage years were spent playing imaginary games on a cardboard Nintendo system I made in art class.
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<p> These days, among other things, I raise peace lilies professionally. I also teach dogs sign language in the hope of training the world's first hearing-ear dogs, so far with little success. I live each day knowing that I am and that at least until tomorrow I have no more milk.
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