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      • Mike
      • Posted
      • ben tries too hard to be cool, it kinda
        hurts. However, I like the boy's sense of
        style and his obscure knowledge of
        obscure musical acts that no one cares
        to follow except ben.
      • Raychelle
      • Posted
      • ben is good because on hot summer
        days he used to bring me kittens at
        the coffee shop.
      • Tariq
      • Posted
      • Professor Baumes, in his 1978 treatise
        "Sham Rock: The Impact of Drunken
        Irishmen on Price Stability in Midtown
        Bars" described his first-hand research
        in New York City. I am happy to say the
        work continues to this day.
      • Liz
      • Posted
      • for some reason, ben lets people go for
        years mispronouncing his last name. i
        still don't know how to really say it.
        um, rhymes with hummus?
      • Peter
      • Posted
      • just like friendster, most of ben's
        friends aren't real.
      • Lauren
      • Posted
      • there are some moments i'm certain ben
        would prefer that i forgot. or at least
        didn't mention in public. the question
        is: how much is my silence worth to
        you, eh baumes? xoxo
      • Posted
      • Ben is a pound for pound drinking
        champ, but can be goaded into
        foolishness and Tom-foolery like a cop
        to a donut factory.
        He has an unnatural obsession with
        Galveston, but works with it in a
        healthy way.
        And he cuts hair pretty well, too.
      • Descha
      • Posted
      • Benjamin Duffley Baumes is a fine fine man
        and my all time favorite situationist. He has a
        well groomed thatch of chest hair, he likes
        Godard without being prissy about it, he has
        a freakishly good sense of exactly when to
        liquidate junk bonds (thanks again). He has
        encouraged me to better myself in many
        ways: he supports my art-porno habit, he
        insists upon the fact that every grown man
        needs at least one anatomically correct
        gorilla suit, he has taught me to not be
        scared of certain ill-willed designers. Long
        time compatriot, comrade, and like-minded
        connoisseur, Ben puts the angel in angel
        dust, the fibonacci in fibonacci's sequence,
        the poker in the fire, and the cack in the hat
        bax. For all these things and more, we love
        to love our precious duffley.
      • Trevor
      • Posted
      • When I first met the Baumer, he was selling
        ices on the Ithaca Commons. I thought to
        myself, "What a loser." But as the days passed,
        I watched him reign over the Commons as its
        king for that summer. He had the power to
        give free ices and to make people happy. He
        was the social hub of Ithaca. It's a rare person
        that can take a junk job like that and turn it in
        to a highlight on his social resume. Here's to
        you, Ben, Lord of the Ices!
      • ShangriLaLa
      • Posted
      • my junior year of high school i had
        this huge crush on ben. i don't think
        i ever told him that, and i don't
        think he would have really cared
        anyway. everytime i've ever hung out
        with him i felt that he always thought
        he had something better to do. he
        prolly thought the same thing. but if
        benny called me today and said he
        wanted to go hang out, i would do it.
        even though i know that nothing would
        have changed. he would still have
        something better to do.
        i love the way he's humoured me
        through the years. what a man.
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