Every month, the Yale Alumni Magazine arrives in my mailbox. It is about as thick as a standard weekly, but with square binding, a page luminosity that’s knowingly noncommittal to either glossy or matte, and a few too many advertisements for elite matchmakers, privileged children’s summer camps, and corporate jets ridden by Bill Gates and Warren Buffet (yes they endorse these things). Its purpose is to keep alumni in touch with academic initiatives, the burgeoning endowment, changing campus…