art.jazz.life: Louis Armstrong's Fancy Kitchen

Stumbled into this article on The Kitchn today, and I fell in love with this piece.  Its jazz.  Its art.  Its epicurious.  Its Louis Armstrong's 1960's kitchen that has been preserved as part of the Louis Armstrong House Museum in Corona, NY.  All the doors on the glossy blue custom cabinets are mounted on piano hinges - snazzy!  See the slideshow here.

Honey Black

I wrote this a long time ago, my sophomore year of college, when the B.R.O.T.H.E.R.S. Organization held a contest to see what 'Black Love' means to Black students on campus....so I wrote this, in less than five minutes.
(I think this might've been the illest shit I ever wrote...)

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Black Love is unity
Black Love is creativity
Black Love is keeping our heads above water
Black love is loving hard
Black Love is hymn sangin' during slavery
Black Love is my community
Black Love is being true to self
Black Love is Love of all shades
Black Love is support
Black Love is music
Black Love is a free Nelson Mandela
Black Love is my fist in the air
Black Love is his brown skin against mine
Black Love is Ahkenaton, my unborn sun
Black Love is poetry
Black Love is overcoming stereotypes
Black Love is making a statement

Black Love is crowning a King in my Queendom
Black Love is soul food
Black Love is a treasure
Black Love is hope
Black Love is water from the Nile
Black Love is change
Black Love brown hands caressing my face
Black Love is cornrows
Black Love is Yaa Asantewaa and Makeda
Black Love is freedom ringing
Black Love is teaching
Black Love is giving birth to my daughters
Black Love is manifestation
Black Love is breakdancing and Capoeira
Black Love is the ankh
Black Love is his lips enveloping mine
Black Love is Mother Africa
Black Love is communication
Black Love is respect
Black Love is our ancestors
Black Love is you, me, we
Black Love is us
Black Love is life