​For those of you who'd feared you'd seen the last of extreme locavore chef Lou Kohl, rest easy: Seattle Weekly's A/V department has produced a series of video shorts featuring the fictitious Cascade Range chef-to-the-stars (played by Alejandro Garcia of the band NoRey) holding forth on topics ranging from devouring live pit bulls to rooting for Goose to die during Top Gun.

The debut of this series, which will last 12 to 28 weeks and possibly culminate in a Lou Kohl Film Festival, finds Kohl discussing the time he was so tired from a night of doing homegrown cocaine (aka $1,000 "the coca package") with his Dirt Farm guests that he subsequently served Elvis Costello and his jazzy wife, Diana Krall, a pair of shit sandwiches for supper versus whipping up something more innovative from scratch (although the shit itself was technically made from scratch). Here's how that all went:

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Mark Zuckerberg's mentor.

​Back in April, we told you the story of a dogmatic chef named Lou Kohl who only served food that he raised or killed himself at his remote East King County restaurant, the Dirt Farm. Adored by celebrities like Zooey Deschanel and Gwyneth Paltrow, Kohl apparently has a high-profile admire whose taken his fondness for the coke-snorting chef to a zealously bloodthirsty level: Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg, who tells Fortune that he only eats meat which he kills himself.

"I just killed a pig and a goat," Zuckerberg told--who else?--his Facebook friends on May 4. "He cut the throat of the goat with a knife, which is the most kind way to do it," added Silicon Valley chef Jesse Cool, who witnessed the slaughter.

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Tweet it!

​Have you entered your nominations for the 2011 Seattle Web Awards yet?

This year, we're looking for Seattle's best websites/blogs, apps, Twitter feeds, and Facebook pages in the following categories: News, Food/Booze, Nonprofit, Sports/Fitness, and Music.

Nominations are open through April 26, then we'll tabulate your responses for voting, which begins May 4. Winners will be chosen by you, the readers, and a stellar judicial panel of Seattle favorites including:

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Nick Cave's favorite suit.

​Even without the news that visual/performance artist Nick Cave's Soundsuits would be invading the Paramount, April 27's Voracious Tasting is nearly a sellout, with but 22 VIP tickets remaining. Now, with word that Cave's soundsuits will indeed be conducting an onsite invasion like last week's at Bellevue Square, purchasing one of those final passes before extortionists like Mike Damone get their scalpels on them is of utmost importance.

While we've got you, we'd like to introduce you to the two Art Institute culinary students who will be assisting champion Seth Caswell (Emmer & Rye) and challenger Rachel Yang (Joule, Revel) during this year's Chef Showdown:

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J.R. loves his ragweed. Hanna? Not so much.

​A couple weeks ago, Jason Sheehan broke Seattle's heart by announcing he'd be moving to the East Coast at the end of March for very noble, selfless family reasons. Today our hearts are lifted a bit with word that Hanna Raskin, the esteemed food critic at our sister paper The Dallas Observer, has accepted a transfer to Seattle to fill Sheehan's sizable galoshes.

What makes Raskin peculiar, other than her considerable talent, is that (a) she was a crime reporter before she was a food writer, and (b) Seattle's wet climate is one of her main attractions to her new job, which she'll begin in mid-April. Allow her to explain.

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Dim sum is almost as sexy as Jay himself.

​Jay Friedman is a sex educator who does food on the side. Fortunately for Voracious, every Thursday he writes Sexy Feast, a weekly column about the confluence of sex and food (he also writes a noodle column called The Mein Man that runs here every Tuesday).

Recently, Friedman started a series where the Sexy Feast concept graces area restaurants, with Jay in the flesh making attendees' feasts the sexiest they've ever enjoyed through a series of sensual pointers throughout the meal. Every Sexy Feast Live to date has sold out, including tomorrow's visit to Lummi Island's Willows Inn.

But there'll be more.

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Arthur from the Tug, proudly showing off his jiggly concoctions.

​Revolutions are often controversial, and this week's cover story on Jell-O shots' surprising insurgence, written by the inimitable Surly Gourmand, is no different. While we'll conceded it ain't Watergate, the exhaustively researched story portrays the mutant sorority-girl sensation as a singular force that's capable of tearing down demographic barriers during a time of great national unease.

Writes Surly: "Once considered the developmentally disabled cousin in the family of cocktails, the Jell-O shot has finally come of age here in Seattle. Jell-O shots have historically been found in dive bars and sorority-girl hangouts. These two scenes might seem diametric opposites, but they are in fact both so extreme that they connect in back, the way retrograde right-wing fascist and ultra-leftist political theories seem to bizarrely coincide. How did Jell-O bring them together? Elementary, really: One customer base wanted a cheap buzz, the other was looking for something that didn't taste like booze. The fact is, Jell-O shots appeal to a variety of drinkers, cutting a wide swath across various demographics. And they're becoming more popular all the time."

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Brinson (r) with her Mistral mentor, Pugh.

​When a tall bartender with a smartly-trimmed beard announced Sunday night that business at Liberty was at least as busy as a typical Friday, it was hardly by coincidence. For one, Sunday marked the anniversary of the repeal of prohibition, thus providing anyone who'd forgotten what a pleasure it is to wet one's whistle on industry night as good an alibi as they're ever going to get. Just as importantly, Liberty was hosting the first-ever Hot Cocktails/Regular Cocktails competition in American history, featuring scalding drinks from five of Seattle's most creative booze outposts (Barrio, Moshi Moshi, Tavern Law, La Bete and Mistral Kitchen).

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"I was being ironic all along. Did that not come across clearly?"

​In a 2006 cover story, we boldly predicted that Cosby sweaters would be the next ironic fashion trend to infiltrate hipsters' closets. Unfortunately ( really unfortunately), skinny jeans stole Cosby's thunder--but that hasn't quite taken the color out of the collective Coogi. Case in point: a Seattle Weekly-sponsored happy hour tonight at Spitfire, where attendees are encouraged to wear ugly/Cosby sweaters and buy a bunch of Ciroc vodka drinks, as $1 from the price of each cocktail featuring that particular brand of liquor will benefit the Arthritis Foundation.

Why the sweaters? While "why not?" or "because they're awesome" would certainly suffice as answers, turns out whoever has the first, second and third ugliest sweaters will receive gift certificates to the likes of Bai Tong Thai, the Vera Project, and PCC. And why the Arthritis Foundation? They put on the annual Jingle Bell Run/Walk, which takes place December 12 at 8 a.m. at Westlake Park. So drink up, wait a week, and then sweat out the toxins; it's rare life gives you such opportunities to rationalize functional alcoholism.

Tiny Vipers will sing before your supper.

​On the second Wednesday of each month, we at Seattle Weekly proudly host a happy hour(s) at an area bar where a percentage of proceeds from your after-work vice get put toward something nice. We call this event Happy Hour for Hope. This Wednesday (that'd be tomorrow), at the Highline on Broadway, $1 of every $6 lavender-infused vodka cocktail or $3 Pacifico you purchase between the hours of 5 and 7 p.m. will be tucked into the worthy coffers of Catalina's Hope, a Children's Hospital Guild that raises money for uncompensated care.

Also, for the first time in Happy Hour for Hope history, there'll be live music at Happy Hour for Hope. And not just any live music, but really good live music, performed by Sub Pop recording artist Tiny Vipers (aka Jesse Fortino). What's more, there will be a live painting performance by Predators of the Wild (Sharon Wilfong, Dave Bloomfield & Andy Miller), with one of their works raffled off at night's end.

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