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Ben believes that photographs steal the soul of the person they depict. He doesn't facebook either. Whatever.
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BEN ROGERS '06 hails from Trucksville, a small town in northeastern Pennsylvania, the existence of which the U.S. Postal Service refuses to recognize to this day. Raised in an abandoned coal mine by a pair of mad scientists, he escaped by using his powerful bass voice to cause a mine collapse. But he didn't die. He escaped. Shut up. After graduating from high school, Ben took two years off to work in the adult film industry. He then matriculated at Amherst College, where he currently studies music (in addition to singing, he plays trumpet and composes), philosophy, and the art of offending people. As a member of the DQ, Ben enjoys laying out basslines and your mom. He doesn't talk much, preferring to wait for other people to say something stupid so he can make fun of them. He is by far the slowest eater of the group, forcing him to hastily wash his oatmeal down with pass-o-guava at bizlunch every Sunday morning. His other favorite foods include, but are not limited to: spaghetti and meatballs, chicken parmesan, and hearty cheddar tomato basil soup. However, due to the current tomato shortage, he has recently taken to eating more readily available foods such as tritones and major religious holidays. |