It’s summer at work. There’s a lot of writing going on and strategic planning, but there’s definitely a lull in what I do to get the paychecks rolling into the bank account.

Benefits and downtime equal why the fuck not try to get an iPhone tomorrow? For me, it’s not so much the hype as the hope for a combo-PDA-internet toy thingie that tops all 912 of my previous attempts at convergence and digital completion. Syncing with a Mac has been a holy grail or something more mysterious and unattainable.’

I’ve used versions of the Missing Sync, Palm, Handspring, Apple’s own Sync, Motorola and all sorts of products from phone companies with cables and Bluetooth and whatever. No joy. Or brief joy and then not enough.

Boring and geeky. Really, I do know it. My gadgeteering is freakish. Plus, I was an early Mac user thanks to an office where I first used Word and Excel in the ’80s. Although, I couldn’t afford one of my own until the 90s.

Point is that it’s summer, and we live in a part of the country that is just mild and mellow and sunshining most all the time. We also live an easy bike ride or walk to one of the most stylish outdoor malls of high end boutique comfort I’ve ever strolled. It’s very un-mallish in it’s cozy strolling design. It’s the site of Apple’s first, and flagship, mini-store.

I’m counting on the store’s mini-tinyness to keep the throngs (if throngs there be) from thronging. Better yet the student-types from the ‘hood are off for the summer doubtless splitting atoms and taking over the world as summer interns. Betterer yet, there’s a French Bakery, Starbuck’s, a gourmet grocery shop with great, affordable-for-the-neighborhood produce and a fruit smoothie place. The coup de grace, well-maintained toilets.

Throw in the fact that I should be able to pick up some WiFi skipping between Apple and Starbucks.

Since Steve Jobs like to boast about revolutionary, I’ll chronicle the occasion. I have verious sized digital cameras and my video camera plugged in for re-charging right now, so I can decide what I need in the morning

It’ll be total anti-climax, pointless circus or geek heaven. What it won’t be is “historic,” as the hype machine might have one believe. It is just a computing device afterall.