New iPod Touch
Integrated volume control buttons, a built-in speaker, the new iTunes 8 Genius feature, and built-in Nike+ support. Available in 8GB ($230), 16GB ($300) and 32GB ($400) models.

New iPod Nano
Available in nine different colors, the new Nano has a new interface, Apple’s new Genius playlist technology, and a built-in accelerometer that automatically switches to Cover Flow view when rotated and automatically goes into Shuffle mode when shaken.

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J.J. Abrams, the TV auteur who reinvigorated the action/adventure drama with Alias and Lost and now adds the best new show of the fall, Fringe. And this time, our guide promises he’ll be easier to follow.

What Abrams brings to Fringe is a director’s eye for plot and pace, a fan’s love of sci-fi excitement, and a story-teller’s gift for investing absurd events with real emotions and relatable characters. But more than anything, he’s an entertainer; what permeates his shows is the joy he takes in the medium, in contorting conventions and genres into something new.

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It soon emerged that Marbury had never met an atheist. And so, for a half-hour, he turned the questions onto me. He asked if I felt lost. He asked if I felt confused. He asked what I wanted out of life. He invited me to church. (Marbury goes to Christian Cultural Center, a megachurch at the far edge of Brooklyn. It’s the sort of church that has ATMs. A few weeks after this interview, I texted Marbury and asked if his offer was still good, joking stupidly that God might strike me down at the door. He responded: “GOD will never strike you down. GOD is love and love is love. You don’t get it, and that’s ok. In time.”) Atheism seemed to confound him. I ventured that in fact he probably had met an atheist before, and that many, if not all, of the journalists covering him are very likely atheists (not that I had any evidence). “For real?” Marbury replied. He thought that over for what seemed like a long time.

The next day, after practice, I was milling around the sideline with the rest of the media. I heard someone call out.

“Hey, Tommy! Tommy!”

It was Marbury, splayed lengthwise and propped on an elbow. He was rolling back and forth on some sort of padded cylinder. I went over to him. The beat guys, none of whom knew me from Adam, turned to look at me. “All?” Marbury asked, gesturing to the press. “All of them?” Embarrassed, I explained the matter to my colleagues. Howard Beck, from the New York Times, just shook his head and smiled thinly and began to walk away. “I’m not even going to touch that.”

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