Tag Archives: Kurt Vonnegut

Literary Paraphernalia: Adult Coloring Books

As soon as adult coloring books became a thing (I really don’t know what defines “a thing” – I just know that everyone I know is talking about them), I wanted to do a post taking a look at the trend.

What I was really curious about was what made a coloring book “adult” versus one for kids or one for all ages. The general answer seems to be that adult color books are a heck of a lot harder to color because the lines are a lot closer together and the coloring area is fairly small.

But, a more fun answer is that the subject matter changes. Children’s color books tend to be about, say, monsters. Adult coloring books are about dinosaurs getting high (featured later in this blog post, so I won’t link it here). Now, if you’re interested in adult coloring books, you can always head down to your local chain-market and make a purchase of something generic filled with flowers or birds or what have you, or you can check out these adult coloring books from Etsy.Com, support an artist, and have a truly unique coloring book.

Without further ado, here’s a crap-ton of amazing adult coloring books I found on Etsy.Com. For funsies, I’m going to list these as most all-ages friendly to least all-ages friendly. So if you want the raunchy stuff, skip to the end.


The Bookstores of Berkeley: Shakespeare & Co.

As stated in an earlier post, I spent some time up in Berkeley, California, at a conference. I took a short flight up the coast of California and lugged my stuff into the dorm I’d be sharing for my stay and then I was free until the conference started the next day.

On our cab ride in from the airport, I saw something magical. I saw a book store. I wanted to go there, so after grabbing some pizza, I did. It was called Shakespeare & Co.


Of course it was the name that first drew me to this bookstore, but once inside, it was the books that drew me to this book store.


This store had a great collection of used books to choose from, including a section of rare books that I just wanted to touch. So I did.

Literary Paraphernalia: 10 Literary Prints for the Home

Next week, I’m moving to a new studio in Downtown Portland, and because I can’t afford a Picasso, I decided to stick with some cheap prints that show off my love of words. Here are a few of my favorites:

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If you know me at all, you know that I love Sylvia Plath and her one and only novel The Bell Jar. The Etsy shop Pomalia sells many prints with the black-and-white typography based book covers. You can get a few of your favorite titles and display them on a wall in your living room.


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If you’re a Kurt Vonnegut fan, you may recognize this quote from Slaughterhouse-Five. This sentence in particular has been a favorite of many readers. It simultaneously accepts and dismisses everything. In other words, it gives zero fucks.


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This famous Shakespearean line comes from Hamlet. It is the last piece of advice that Polonius gives to his son Laertes, who is itching to get to Paris. However, the phrase originally didn’t have such a new-agey meaning. Instead, it meant put yourself first, because then you will be in a better position to help others.


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Literary Paraphernalia: Bookish Quote Tattoos

I love tattoos, especially ones with a literary slant. For this week’s Literary Paraphernalia, I decided to focus on literary tattoos involving text, choosing tattoos with some unique placements.


This quote comes from Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle. The whole quote is “Busy, busy, busy, is what we Bokononists whisper whenever we think of how complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.”



Okay so technically this quote isn’t “literary” because it comes from Ludwig Van Beethoven, but since it has been quoted by many other people (including Sex and The City) i’m sure it’s ended up in a book somewhere. In other words, I just felt like putting it here.



In case you can’t read this, it says “I follow the rabbit.” A nod to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.



This quote comes from Charles Bukowski’s poem “Bluebird.” And while the line is repeated many times throughout the poem, this is my favorite variation: there’s a bluebird in my heart that / wants to get out / but I pour whiskey on him and inhale / cigarette smoke / and the whores and the bartenders / and / the grocery clerks / never know that / he’s / in there.