The View From Nathan’s Bus: Of Dogs and Men
Look at the two of them swaggering onboard, one man tall and the other short, their arhythmic head-bobbing, shoulder-swagging, pimp-rolling gait living out as...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: Not Because It Is Easy
I like the ten P.M. crowd.
If you drive buses through downtown at the top of this hour, you'll notice it contains what I call...
The View from Nathan’s Bus: The Antidote
1. The Scene
I’ve just taken over my E Line in Pioneer Square from the previous operator and am preparing it to my liking. Setting...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: Nathan in DSA’s Democratic Left Magazine On Seattle’s Crises
I don't consider myself a political creature. The transformation of my perspectives into political views is always a transformation of reduction. I find people...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: The Gift and the Question – a Day on...
Felt this way before.
These are sensations I have before today appreciated. But distance away can clarify things, bring into sharp relief what you've forgotten...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: Release
On the 75.
Recently a woman yelled up toward me, "there's a guy smoking crack in the back of the bus! Tell him to get...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: Raskolnikov in a Beanie, or Shame and Legacy in...
This is a big one, but bear with me: the fight described below conveniently happened to touch on so many of our city's most...
The View From Nathan’s Bus: Uptown Redwood
You have a name for the voice inside of you.
Why do we live at a speed that prevents us from hearing it? Why does...