I hiked to the Apple store on SF's Market Street to get the first new pics of Intel iMacs being sold. Nothing. Store posters still trumpet the "new iMac G5."

Aaron — the hippie-haired manager with two silent, head-shaking wingmen, who wouldn't tell me his last name — would only admit that foot traffic's been healthy, that it should be healthy all week, and that grass, indeed, is green.

No one wanted to discuss timetables for new products. No one wanted to speculate. The fear of Jobs is in them, and yea, they art sore afraid.

For now, just don't bother walking to one of Apple's flagship stores to buy its bold new release.

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