<font color="yellow">"For-profit deep space telescopes? "</font><br /><br />Yes!<br /><br /><font color="yellow">"Universities paying Boeing or LockMart for access to data from New Horizons? "</font><br /><br />Yes!<br /><br /><font color="yellow">"If we think these things are important, but industry won't do them"</font><br /><br />Industry will build them if enough universities join forces to cough up the money. Something like this:<br /><br /><br />The story of TPF.<br /><br />Once upon a time there was a professor at University of Texas, Dallas, whose life dream was finding a terrestial extrasolar planet. Great was his frustration for he was very much alone with his ambition, having nothing but decades old eight inch dobson for his vain search.<br /><br />One night returning from the observatory, deep in his thoughts, he wandered into an enchanted forest. Walking by a pond the professor grieved out loud: "Alas that I should live these days when the technology is at hand but the will is not!"<br /><br />A talking frog was swimming in the pond, heard good professor's complaint and replied: "Organize a group of interested parties to raise the money for Terrestial Planet Finder, and contract the private space sector to build it."<br />"Easier said than done, you loquacious amphibian", the professor replied, "my university has none to donate into this effort!". As soon as professor had finished his sentence a giggle erupted nearby and the frog dived away.<br /><br />Bunch of scantly clad gorgeous young ladies appeared and said: "Hey mister, maybe we could help you! We are Dallas Cowgirls and for once we'd like to shake our pom-poms, titties and arses for a greater good than cheering up adult men to run into each other. Tell you what, we'll organize a miss skintight Webb-leotard contests and give all the the profits to your project!" <br /><br />The contest was a monumental success, raising ten million dollars for the TPF project. Professor felt elevated and