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San Francisco is pretty much a huge fungus fair already, for better or for worse, from readily-available edibles to the stuff that teems on our young, lithe bodies. One of my friends (Sam) is host to a vehemently fragrant and tenacious foot fungus that seems only to worsen with his travels through damp city streets. His theory as to the cause changes daily. Sometimes it’s his hardwood floors. Sometimes it’s a genetic condition. Sometimes it’s from one of his gnarlier hookups. But the fungus itself is always there.

If you can’t get your fungus fix by looking down at your soles or wandering Dolores Park, you’re in luck. Berkeley hosts the 42nd-ever Fungus Fair at the Lawrence Hall of Science, where you can BYOM in case you’re unsure of edibility. Or, you know, just chomp a few down amidst crowds of mycologist wannabes and experts alike. Perhaps the highlight of the weekend: a talk entitled “Spores Illustrated” — the subject? The sexiest shrooms around.

42nd Annual Fungus Fair

Lawrence Hall of Science
1 Centennial Drive
Saturday, Dec. 3-Sunday, Dec. 4
10 a.m.-5 p.m.
free with museum admission

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