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Staff Biography

Nathan Vass

Syndicated Columnist

Nathan Vass is an artist, filmmaker, photographer, and author by day, and a Metro bus driver by night, where his community-building work has been showcased on TED, NPR, The Seattle Times, KING 5 and landed him a spot on Seattle Magazine’s 2018 list of the 35 Most Influential People in Seattle. He has shown in over forty photography shows is also the director of nine films, six of which have shown at festivals, and one of which premiered at Henry Art Gallery. His book, The Lines That Make Us, is a Seattle bestseller and 2019 WA State Book Awards finalist.

Recent Articles

The View From Nathan’s Bus: State of the (Seattle) Union

The most lasting advice I received in art school was to "think about how I think." To question why I respond this or that way, and to remember that the response is always a...

The View From Nathan’s Bus: The Old-Timers

Nathan Vass will be joining The Urbanist Book Club on Tuesday, April 4 at 6pm. Sign up is available here. And you can pick up his book, The Lines That Make Us, which we...
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The View From Nathan’s Bus: Doin’ You

Nathan Vass will be joining The Urbanist Book Club on Tuesday, April 4 at 6pm. Sign up is available here. And you can pick up his book, The Lines That Make Us, which we...
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The View From Nathan’s Bus: The Glue That Holds Us Together

Was there a soul leftover at the end of this, another nighttime trip on the E Line? I looked in my rear-view mirror. Yes, there was. There are canned announcements you can play to...

The View From Nathan’s Bus: This Happens Too

“Yes, I have perhaps suffered more than you. Yet I do not succumb to despair.”-Chekhov I prefer to ride in the last train car but couldn’t tonight, as it reeked of fentanyl. Little did I...