I never know if I'm coming across to people as totally random geekiness or Aspergerian chic. Whatever the hell that is. I also have to reflect on my need to be seen as different, the contrary, the lone wolf heading in the direction that the pack ISN'T. Whether this tendency is self-protective, always staying isolated and so, difficult to quantify and judge, or simply the sign of an eclectic spirit—the jury's still out.
If pop music is three notes played for millions of people, and jazz is millions of notes played for three people, I've always wanted to be one of those three people. I want to be surprised, and I want to experience something new. Sometimes this is a journey of discovery; I need to read the Classics Illustrated version of something new so that I have some way of seeing the elephant before I get down to anatomy & physiology of Elephantidae, depending upon the level of interest and the time I devote to get into the topic.
So, the fact that (according to WIkipedia) there are actually three species of elephants, conclusively proven by DNA analysis, is a suprise. As is the statement that "The Asian or Indian Elephant is a sister species to the woolly mammoth." Huh. So a Jurassic Park (or really Pleistocene Park, which will never play, as Hollywood hates alliteration) scenario is pretty easy to see, as mammoths may be able to deliver viably cloneable DNA from perma-frost-freed corpses.
Does this apply under the banner of authenticity? Maybe.
Is it interesting? Clearly I found it enough so to research and write about it.
Does this make me an attention-seeking media whore?
Probably no more (and also no less) than anyone else who feels that others may want to know what goes on inside their cranium.
If that's where this stuff comes from—others may interpret ideas as being channeled through the people who transmit them.
