Guerrilla Gardening Club

04/10/2026

It Is Official — NOW GO

03/18/2026

Bear 🐻 Witness…

03/06/2026

03/05/2026

HiYaaa — missing you too beautiful people.

02/03/2026

For those who come to San Francisco…
(I know you’ve been waiting for this one, right?)
- - - only on the

01/14/2026

“The golden hills of California” usually lands in the mind as summer—sunburned slopes, dry grass waving like a slow fire under the wind. But if you’re a mushroom hunter, and winter has come properly—rain-soaked, green, alive—that phrase means something else entirely.

It means gold you can eat.

Enter the California golden chanterelle—Cantharellus californicus—a mushroom so large, so generous, it feels almost mythic. Described formally only in 2008 by David Arora and Susie Dunham, this monster chanterelle is the largest in the world. Long mistaken for its European cousin and lumped under the old catch-all Cantharellus cibarius, it was finally given its own name once both its form and its DNA told the truth. One specimen—just one—can feed a family of four, with leftovers that somehow taste even better the next day.

In late 2023, California finally made it official: the golden chanterelle became our first-ever state mushroom. It beat out a crowded field of fungal hopefuls, including its flashy but dangerous doppelgänger, the jack-o’-lantern mushroom (Omphalotus olivascens), whose glow is toxic poetry at best. The decision wasn’t top-down—it bubbled up from the ground, voted on by mushroom clubs and foragers across the state, then carried into law by Assemblymember Ash Kalra of San José. With that signature, California joined a very short list of states that honor fungi at all. Oregon got there first, with its own golden chanterelle—but ours is bigger. Of course it is.

These chanterelles rise directly from the earth, bound in quiet partnership with live oak trees. They are mycorrhizal—cooperative, relational, rooted in exchange. Their fluted, sculptural forms punctuate the oak duff like scattered coins, sometimes hidden entirely beneath leaves and soil, waiting for the right eye and the right light. Gold to orange in color, with soft ridges instead of sharp gills and clean white flesh inside, they’re unmistakable once you learn to see them.

The hills were always golden. We just needed the rain—and the patience—to notice what kind.

01/11/2026

We didn’t sightsee in London.
We went to the theatre. Every day & night.

9 shows · 7 days · West End + Fringe

This wasn’t tourism.
It was immersion.

London doesn’t sell theatre as a luxury product.
It treats it like public culture.

Subsidised stages.
World premieres.
Affordable failure & success.

Broadway doesn’t lack quality.
But access creates volume —
& volume creates culture.

For a full week of nightly theatre —
London beats NYC.

🎟️🎭✨

01/09/2026

…carry on with your day ❤️🍆💦

01/08/2026

Dear Sirs

it's not what you do or how good you do it
it's just the doing it part
get up get out on the streets & breath dude

01/06/2026

…it happened in