According to Urban Dictionary:
Yiddish slang for synagogue. “Oy vey! We’re late for shul!”
A name given to someone who is extremely weird, unique, random and spontaneous.
The Shul of TashA place for THIS Tash to share her theories on everything – with the kind of Jewish levity that those who know her have come to expect…
In the beginning…
From his rib, G-d created Ruthy.
Although, to be fair, I don’t think my parents are created one from the other. Because that’s weird. I’m already created from a fusion of them both.
So let’s put that to one side and move along.
Big Al and Ruthy left the Garden of Eden, the day that Tash was born.
Paradise was over.
(Get it? “Chapter”? Get it? … this is where I’m missing the instant reactions…)
So. Tash said unto the people “Behold! Subscribe! Let us wander this desert of blank pages together – but perhaps not for 40 years. That’s too long. Who can be bothered with that? I wouldn’t read a 40 year long blog. So I won’t do that to you…”
… and after another 40 minutes of inane mumblings, she shut up.
and then she linked to her first lesson.