Friday, 13 December, 2019

Nathan Vass

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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.
"How are you tonight?" For certain folks, that phrase means, I respect you. I acknowledge you. And that's fine. It's great, actually. I've written elsewhere on how pleasantries have valuable meanings totally separate from the words used.  But certain other people know...
My primary emotion upon reading Susanna Ryan's book version of her wildly popular Instagram feed, Seattle Walk Report, other than excitement, was of recognition. As in, someone else also gets excited about these sorts of things besides me? ​Check out page 77, where differing tops of fences...
Trigger warning: Language! It's a late night on the 7, after all... "Bitchass niggers," he opined, with fervor. "What I look like? Scared uh me, huh? You got a phone? Phone, you got a phone?" He was asking everyone, and nobody was going for it. Everyone had an excuse. They were about...

We Scream For It

We've all been there. You're standing over here, and they're over there, not too far from you. It's a public space. They're screaming. You aren't. Maybe it's awkward, because there are only a few people around, or because for whatever similar reason you don't blend in. Or...
I love doing these things. Click here for the video—stories from the road, Tom and I on the book, and plenty of Q&A from a lively and inquisitive audience! Enjoy!
What has it felt like, returning to the 7? I stepped away from the chaos to focus on art and school. Those twin pursuits continue, but I'm back to where I most feel the immediate pulsing beat of life. It may not be a...
I walk out to the parking garage, or to the bus stop home as the case may be, feeling the sensations of the day as tactile, lived-in memories resolving in the act of heading homeward; a collective cacophony fading out into the night. It was the present...

Emerson

“How you doin’!” I exclaimed, immediately realizing that given this man’s appearance I sounded way too enthusiastic. I couldn’t help myself: I was clam-happy and dead serious interested. Haa ya doin!?? I hoped desperately that he was picking up on the genuineness of my inquiry. No sarcasm here, even...