It doesn't take much to remind me that I know very little. Most days I can rely on at least a comment or two pointing out that, not only do I not understand that of which I've written, but that I should punish myself by promptly disconnecting from the internet tubes and forever forgoing having a connection ever again. Other times it's the harried moments of research which educate me in my ignorance. Friday, for instance, I attempted the briefest of digs into Auxiliary Power Unit heaters, after the space shuttle Endeavour saw its launched scrubbed over "an issue" with that very component.
No more than a handful of paragraphs of dense NASA technical documentation and I realized I'd bitten off far more than my blogger's brain could handle, at least in the space I had to push out a timely article and with a level of complexity casual readers might appreciate without finding overpowering. Did I get it right? Only pageviews, comments and a spattering of common sense will tell me, and even then it's part calculation and part divination. Welcome to the age of information overload.