even*cleveland: gifts for mycophiles (all ages)

gifts for mycophiles (all ages)

Mushroom puzzle by Mirus Toys.
The Mushroom at the End of the World by Anna Lowenhaupt Tsing:

'Here, we witness the varied and peculiar worlds of matsutake commerce: the worlds of Japanese gourmets, capitalist traders, Hmong jungle fighters, industrial forests, Yi Chinese goat herders, Finnish nature guides, and more. These companions also lead us into fungal ecologies and forest histories to better understand the promise of cohabitation in a time of massive human destruction.'

Foraging basket for toting snacks, magnifiers, and field guides (available in kid size, too).
Vintage mushroom teaching models.
Iris Hantverk mushroom brush.
YMC Poacher jacket (pockets are handy in the field).
Angled, telescoping mirror (invaluable for peeking under mushroom caps to check for pores, gills, or spikes.)
Chocorooms! (A safe snack choice.)
Gabriella Kiss shelf fungus earrings (see also: this stunner with mushrooms, sterling slugs, and labrodorite dewdrops.)
Midcentury Swedish vase.
John Derian x Arts and Science scarf with mushrooms.
The Mushroom Fan Club by Elise Gravel (the book that sparked a full-bore mycological obsession in my family this fall, leading to many epic mushroom walks and countless discussions about the dangers of various Amanitas).

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.

Italo Calvino

Why didn't she try collecting something? It didn't matter what. She would find it gave an interest to life, and there was no end to the little curiosities one could easily pick up.

Henry James

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